Episode 5: Lost Labyrinth (1): Struggles and escape (5)

The blade flew towards the soldier freaking out on the ground as the 'yo' guy twisted his body dashing towards me.

I couldn't hear what he said. "Why was that...?" I muttered slowly. My consciousness began to fade as my eye began to sink. I was falling, falling backwards and on to the floor.

"Ah..."

"Hey...!" I heard faintly.

It's not good.

This time, I felt real pain.

I closed my eyes.

* * *

"It's bright," I thought to myself. "But this is not heaven. I'm sure heaven doesn't have a ceiling like that..."

I didn't know when but after my consciousness came back, my eyes were already opened; I was staring straight up at the ceiling.

*Crackle* *Swish* *Crackle*

I could hear the sounds of something moving like the sound of plastic bags opening and closing.

The pulsing sensation near my right chest... it was hard to breathe.

I felt something push against it, against the pulsing place.

*Drop*

"Huh?" I thought.

The vision in front of me got dimmer.

*Drop* *Drop*

"Rain...?"

The water drops continued to fall on to and slid down my cheeks.

*Huff* *Huff*

I could hear heavy breathing.

"Hey..." I heard.

"Hey...!" I heard, again.

"Hey!!! I can't lose you now! You still have a use for-"

"Umm..." I muttered.

"Oh!!! You're awake!"

"Not again... why is it you every time I'm about to die...?" I said quietly.

"Hey, it's not my fault! I'm just passing by every time and you're always in trouble..."

He held on to my shoulders and helped me up into a half-sitting position with my back and neck lying on the bag beside him.

"I'm sorry."

"...sorry? For what...?" I questioned.

"..." he looked down and slightly away from my body.

I shifted my gaze towards my body and my clothes were slightly cut off near the wounded area on my upper right chest. "Ah... it's... okay..."

"That's not all..."

"Hmm...?"

"Due to my actions... I put you in danger. I shouldn't have left you there, I should have brought you close by my side or at least retreated you to somewhere safer first."

"It's okay. Really, it's okay."

Although he had demonic like expressions back then, he was sincere and showed signs of guilt.

"Could you help finish cleaning my wound...?" I asked.

"Ah! Yes. Yes..."

* * *

After some time, we sat down next to each other.

"Hey... where are we?" I questioned looking around.

The room was empty. There were a few tables and chairs but nothing on it. The walls were white and there were no windows either.

"We're going to hide here for a while." He got up and walked towards the door. "Wait here, you're hurt I'll go find some food and drink for us."

"Hey! But, wait-!"

*Slam*

The door shut quietly and he was gone.

I placed my left arm on my wound. "God... ouch... ouch... ouch..."

The bullet pierced me and left a wound behind. It seemed like he removed the bullet for me.

"The contrasting looks on his face, it's a mystery," I spoke out loud.

The bag was lying there next to where he was sitting from before.

I slowly reached out with my free hand but it wasn't as close as I thought. I shifted towards it.

"Food... and water..." I murmured. They were messily placed inside the bag. "So what is he looking for...?"

I got up and limped my way towards the door using the wall to help me. Gradually, I opened the door and peeked outside; no one was around - he wasn't either. I turned my head left and stared down the corridor.

The exterior design was similar to interior design except, the walls were navy-blue and the floor was smooth and shining.

Placing my hands on the walls, I slowly walked down the path away from the room.

"Somethings still not right," I said to myself. "He's still hiding something. He saved me but he also lied to me." I was getting tired. Sweat formed on my forehead and fell down my face. "Why is there no one around... where am I...? He also dodged that question..."

Turning around, I glanced back; I was only 3 metres away from the room door.

"What...?" I muttered. "Didn't I walk for a long time..." My body felt weak, my eyes began to stutter and I leaned against the walls with my head facing upwards.

I placed my hand on my painful wound. It was wet. I moved my hand towards my face and it was soaked in blood.

"It..." I began to say. "The wound reopened..." I held my hand into a fist and closed my eyes. "Damn it..."

I lost consciousness, again.

* * *

My eyes were open - once again - as my consciousness flowed back to me. "Deja vu...?"

"No."

"Ah..."

"Why did you not listen? I found you covered in blood on the side of the walls."

"It's because..." I stopped.

I thought for a moment before telling him the truth. "Should I tell him about it? He's... been acting weird, lied to me... but he 'did' kinda saved me... no... it would raise suspicion. It's better if I tell him something else."

"It's because you were gone... I don't think I'm able to stay in the room like that by myself."

"I was only gone for 2 minutes."

"But..."

"Okay, just rest."

"...okay." I tilted my head down and asked, "Did... you find anything? any food?"

"Yeah, I did and I placed it in the bag. Here." He passed me the bag. "Take a bottle and an energy bar. You'll need that for your wound to heal quicker and regain your energy."

I took it and inspected inside. "Nothing's changed..." I said quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Ah, nothing."

Everything was the same inside but only one bottle of water was missing - he was holding it.

"Why was he lying...? What would he get out of it?"

I couldn't understand him at all but there was one thing for sure, he knows this place.

He's been here before.