GREEN FLAME

We were running to the ineffective corridors of Primus. He tries not to attract attention as much.

We weren't even raising our heads. Diyonysos was passing us through the most unused corridors.

First of all, we had to change these torn and bloody uniforms.

We passed one more threshold. It wouldn't take long for me and Diyonysos to find the space in their cells, the still hot body in the elevator, and the stinking body in my cell.

"It wouldn't take them two hours to repair the elevator, maybe less, technical issues here are resolved very quickly.

Cutting the power cord saved a little time. " I laughed.

"I am good at damaging things." His eyes circled me briefly.

"I can imagine." After muttering, we turned another corridor and stopped in front of the second door.

We entered without delay.

"We have to hurry." While the sensor lamps illuminated the environment with a weak yellow light, he was mixing up the clothes that were directed to the hangers, he pulled the apron away from himself and threw it towards me after filtering it.

I squeezed it between my legs and peeled off my apron.

Before I had a chance to look up and look at the shirt that fell in front of me, I picked up the beige-colored loose pants.

Looking again at the clothes he bought for himself.

I walked into the door on the left wall and pushed open the door and saw that the room the lamp was lit was full of washing machines.

I quickly unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing, regardless of my yellowed athlete, I put the beige shirt on my legs and then clean trousers and put on the apron.

On the other hand, I was trying to deal with the questions in my mind.

Would we get out of here?

If we couldn't, what would our end be?

I took a deep breath and circled around with my eyes.

I stepped into the white door in the corner, as I guessed it was the sink.

I grabbed the big scissors I saw while opening the doors and mixing them.

I turned to the mirror, while my reflection in the mirror was literally screaming sickness, I didn't mind. I cut my hair around my neck.

I loved my hair, but what I loved here was no longer important.

I was just trying to stay alive.

I squeezed the leftovers between the bloody clothes and went back to the laundry room and from there to Diyonysos.

Pointing to what I have.

"What will these be?"

"We cannot afford to find them, we will burn."

I nodded in agreement. I looked at the few pieces of thick stripe fabric he had put aside.

I could imagine what he bought it for.

As long as we were here, we were in danger and accidents (!) Were also inevitable.

I followed my partner heading to the laundry room and proceeded to the sink where I cut my hair.

As soon as I got inside, he threw what he had on the counter and did the same.

He rummaged through his pockets, quickly read the tape on the light green liquid, and uncapped it and poured it on the clothes, then took out one of the LSD bottles and opened it before spilling it.

"Get back, Anka."

Two steps back, he looked as if to say "are you serious?" and took my arm and pulled me to the door. He spoke with a grin

"Watch it well." I was going to ask what would happen when he threw the bottle of LSD into the counter and my mouth fell open with the green fire that rose to the ceiling instantly. For a moment, I could not breathe with the pressure I felt in my chest. I hurriedly tried to cough. My eyes filled with fear of the breath I couldn't take. It shrank slowly and went out after a few seconds. I swelled my lungs as if they had been needing oxygen for years. I looked at Diyonysos with my hand on my chest under the effect of the visual feast that still took place in a short time and being out of breath for a moment. Naturally, he was not as impressed as I was.

Who knows how many times he burned bloody clothes ...

I shivered slightly with the shiver running through my body. When I looked at the counter, holding my head in curiosity for the remaining ashes, the clothes were blowing in place.

There was only a faint smoke and a strange smell left in the room. When he gestured for us to go away, I went out before that.

...

Adenis directed his cautious steps to the laboratory where he gave his years and the room where his work was. His heart pounded with excitement as he worked on them, unable to prevent the drops running down his forehead.

He stood in front of the door. He gently lifted the brown coating from the wall. And he put his face against the digital device and let the green rays read his eye. After the sound of confirmation, he slipped through the gap with the 'click' sound heard from the door.

He pressed the sweat accumulated on his palms against the hem of the red dress, which covered his body like a second skin, and pulled the skirt down to straighten it.

He closed the door, moved to the left wall, and placed his palm against the wall. He took a few steps back and watched the doors of the laboratory, where he had been working for 16 years, and settled in the center of his life.