Ripping away from Volkan's hold, I heaved away all my stomach contents on the floor.
I needed to get it out. To get rid of this sickening filth that infested my body. Another wave of nausea racked my body. Leave, I prayed. Get out.
It was too much. Too much muck in me. I didn't want to feel it. I don't want to feel it. Like a light switch, the disgust turned off.
Wiping my mouth hastily, I turn back to Volkan and Drea, who stand in front of a cavernous opening that was supposed to be a wall to our cell. Slightly swaying on my feet, I opened my mouth to say something, anything. No sound came out.
I cleared my throat and tried again. "I did that?" Drea nodded gravely, a sliver of fear present in her narrowed eyes. I began to sit down, but it ended up in a graceless tumble to the ground. Volkan reached out to help me, arms outstretched and sympathy leaking from every pore.
My hands tingled with energy, a dangerous current hummed deep within the limbs. You can't control yourself. I frowned at the truth, retreating from his kind and expecting eyes .
You'll just hurt him.
Propping up to my feet, I locked eyes with Volkan and Drea. Ignoring Volkan's hurt expression.
"We need to go," the clambering of feet heading our way solidified out next moves, "now." We took off in the opposite direction.
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"Which way do we go?" Volkan panted, struggling to keep up with Drea and I. All the corridors we have passed through looked the same. Irritation ebbed at my nerves, leaving me easily frustrated.
"I don't know," I hissed, "it's not like I can ask for directions." My eyes widened as I spotted a silhouette approaching. Plastering myself and the others against that wall, we waited for our unlucky victim.
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Drea let out an irritated noise. "This armor is too itchy." I rolled my eyes, suppressing a chuckle at her awkward form.
Turns out the guard was much shorter than anticipated, so that ruled Volkan and I out in playing dress up. Drea stiffly waddled along the path, her metal leg making her movements jerky and uncoordinated.
She turned back to us, "Well come on. We don't have all day." Volkan and I trailed behind our captor, bracing ourselves for the escap-
"Xylia." A distant voice murmured. All three of us froze in our steps.
"Xylia." It repeated once more. My name ghosted along the empty hallways. Coasting along the abandoned paths, and prickling our sensitive ears with its eerie whisper.
Volkan let out a low whine, "Man I hate ghosts." Shifting closer to me, he shivered slightly, tucking his long arms into his chest protectively.
"I think we should follow it," Drea remarked from beside me, readjusting the strap of her breast plate. As she looked up to find Volkan and I gawking at her she expanded.
"So far we have no idea where the exit is. We have guards tailing our asses." She held up the two fingers that listed our troubles, before gesturing them towards the sound. "Right now, following a whisper doesn't sound do bad."
I've got to admit, she does have a point. Not wanting to raise her impeccably high ego, I followed the soft noise down the corridors.
We are getting closer I noted, ears perking as the sound increased in volume. A hand scrunched up my fabric, yanking me back."It's coming from around the corner," Drea hissed in my ear before releasing me with an ever so gentle shove. Creeping towards the edge I suppressed a shiver as my name was repeated once more.
Turning the corner in three, two, one!- and a half, one and a quarter...
"For the love of-," Drea promptly marched over and skidded to a halt.She let out a heavy breath before stiffly turning towards me, her metal armor creaking in protest.
"What is it?" I nervously threaded my fingers through the frayed ends of my clothes, inching up to where the hallway ended. Deciding to rip off this figurative band aid, I stormed over to Drea's frozen form, swiveling to the sound.
Oh my.
Thick chains coiled around two alabaster white wrists, shackling a lithe frame to the wall. A thin syringe poked out of their forearm, its metallic glint clashing with their raven black ink that adorned their skin. Their mop of dull yellow hair hung limply, muffling out the weak cries of my name. Propelling myself against the bars, my knees buckled in relief.
"Everest," I gasped out, the revelation of his survival lightened the weight of obstacles crushing against my chest. He sluggishly lifted his head, unfocused golden eyes whirled in thought as he looked at me.
A weak smile tugged at his chapped lips, "Xylia." He exhaled, eyes lolling back as he lost consciousness to the world.
"Can I come out now?" Volkan's plea was muffled by the thick, cement walls. Drea scoffed before giving him the all clear. He peered his head from around the corner, dark eyes darted around nervously. "Well now what?" She barked out, arms crossed pointedly against her armor.
"Now," I began, rising away from the bars, "now we escape."
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