Moving lights distracted Akyl when she sat finishing her plate of sandwiches as she woke up from her daydreaming self. Sitting on the chair with an almost loose height adjuster made her inch her legs closer to the ground every time a random click of plastic and metal silently peeps under her buttocks. She may be heavy for the office equipment yet she never tries to adjust it back, or for most let her mind properly adjust back into the life she’s currently living. Her mind was devoid of the events from A-city whenever she was wide awake, both physically and spiritually. The moment she loose sight of daylight, a debilitating yearning sweeps into her core. This indescribable thirst dries her throat and tells her body to succumb in a lust without thought or remorse. Recovering from the second incident did not entail her pretending she did, but the moment her focus loose grip on the reality she wants to face the rise of its effects seem to come crashing inside her. There was never a mome
Reina only raised her head a minute after Akyl sat down on one of the chairs in front of her table. The “good day” Akyl said to her was not the trigger for her to stop reading but the fact she’s already done sending responses in the meantime.Smiling in her small smirking sort-of manner, Reina reached under her desk to hand Akyl a box of mint sticks she keeps for her consumption. Not for her breaks, breath freshening, or any other reason, but to simply serve as a throwaway to any guest she has in her office. That’s the kind of simple hospitality she’s begun to show, as Reina observed most of her employees shift their mood when they’re offered a piece of candy before conversing.Keeping her façade even in the presence of someone who is internally aware of Reina’s folly won’t hurt her, but it does seem to get on most people’s nerves. The way Reina perceives Akyl’s expression during the time they were conversing about her role and work here in the labs.“So, how’s the team faring?” Asked
In Horaz’s burdened groggy confusion, he could only muster the energy to stand, even though he saw how ruined his torso was from being opened. There is no telling him what to feel or do because by default he cannot understand that he should be dead by now instead of looking like a fish and floundering for air above ground. Miraculous as he felt when he woke up despite the pinching feeling from his feet to his neck, the reality of his skin peeled back to reveal his internal self comes as a slow descent of “what’s going on” to a silent scream.Eyes bulging in seconds with a slurring mouth that fell open, Horaz clasped the metal table underneath his tilted body that follows the flow of his footing on a stopper at the end. His feet laid solid on the stopper, but straps held his legs firm over the table that’s why he could only push his arms forward. Doing so broke a part of his skin but it only tore apart due to the clamp and metal nail. It stuck loo
Chapter 26Silence echoed through the spotless metal of the stainless-steel vents of the Northwoods Lab, except for the breeze that the exhausts send through these air ducts, other things often end up coming through the lines of this ceiling that the maintenance crew only cleans this area of the building twice every day but on specific times. One lands itself early in the morning and the other is late at night, something that the people in the middle of the day would never see the cleaning staff’s presence. That’s why on this midday, two crows, with aging feathers but eager yet discreet footsteps trailed in the vents like they knew and owned the place.The one ahead is a frazzled tall head crow that walked with its wings close to its body. It tries its best to avoid having any contact with the walls or ceiling of the shaft, except for the ground it carefully treaded. Behind the “frazzle” crow is a crow at least a wee bit smaller in height but quite plump in width, with a cute tiny fea
Neighbors in Trust’s apartment would have said harassing rumors or negative things about his keeping a pet, and the footage that the security got of him finding a way through the roof and spending time with his five crows. Though it was a deviant activity, he was not a teenager with an unusual history nor a citizen of C-city with a bad record to clean. Sure this activity was neither something bad, just eerily peculiar, it did not stop Trust from finding a way to charm and slip his way out of being the “weirdo” of their complex.Betts was more the weirdo, for some bizarre reason, just for spending time out the window and watching the city go by at two in the morning. A few residents spied her with her messy bed hair while she watched the ground like a hawk, then look at the sky, doing this for one hour until she shut their window hard. The echoing slam was even heard by Trust when he arrived home to her greeting him a “welcome back.”He wou
Minutes passed by before the snob crow finished spending a considerably wholesome amount of time fondly rubbing its sleek head on Trust’s hand. Friction from the crow’s slightly roughed-up feathers shows as a reddish spot on his hand. He dismisses it without feeling any inch annoyed for the now sleeping thing.Disturbing it to ask if it could still properly connect with the other crows might defeat any purpose because he can sense the energy of his connection slightly fading as if to rest. This now gives him an excuse to internalize what options he could to decide between saving or letting Horaz’s fate to that place. Included in this matter is the involvement of the **** company in what activities they plan to partake towards whatever goal they plan to meet, regarding Horaz.He did conclude that he should bear a sense of responsibility towards the young boy’s fate, but should he act now or pursue any action later? If any knowledge should be put into the plans he can come up with, he h
Down the bus stop where Trust parted ways with a couple of kids he encountered on his way down the stairs, instead of taking the elevator, he’d left his face on a perpetual smile while he waved goodbye to the kids. The kind of smile where he knows it can disarm an old grumpy man with a rifle and the wife of the old man wooed, enough that both old people gave him a piece of their pie of the day. Which is what exactly happened during the time he went down the stairs.The muscles on his cheeks ached as he naturally left a placid smile, enough to think like he was a creep, but to his surprise, people find it quite the good first impression. Not that his smile worked like that since he was young, but he did attract people with his unexpected boundless energy and friendliness when he was a kid. Except for Betts who he didn’t become close friends until that one time in the southern cemetery during their elementary days.Being friends with a kid with who he spent little time before that day w
The sheer confusion on Trust’s face must have shown itself because Izobra eyed his face with a plastered smile, a practiced expression meant to look natural but to those who are sharp enough can tell it was forced. Itching to express his opinion but cautious at the misunderstanding he can spark, Trust kept his face schooled, with the same practiced stoicism that is neither haughty nor unpleasant to the onlooker. Personally thinking what Trust thinks about this revelation could take him a few days of expressly stalking them through any means necessary until he manages to plan a physical method on how to assess their “not human” humanity. When he says “not human,” they express themselves in natural ways that defeat the reality of his current skill as a Primer with high adeptness towards presences. Like a sixth sense aptly heightened to a degree that could rival a well-coded program. “We’re also friends of the doctor!” said Aurea, who seem to show more upfront friendliness and a bit of