Chapter Eight ~ P2:
Previously on
'Bound To The Stars':
You might think that there was nothing that could possibly capture my attention at a time like this, but then you'd be wrong. Pilfering my attention like that of a thief at night was a camera that seemed to have been... filming me.
A tiny red light flickered in my widened eyes as the outline of fingers at the sides was completely see-through. Is there someone here? Recording this?
What in the actual fuck?
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I felt as if I were a caged animal. Was this all just some sort of entertainment for another? Was all this pain and torture done just for the sake of getting some sick person off? The thought sent tremors grazing down the matter of my spine, the muscles in my face weakening to display a countenance enriched with realization.
Emanating from the obscurity that was the ocean floor was the bull shark, a devilish look appearing prominent in its eyes as I regained focus.
I braced myself and stabbed the shark at its side, then I tried to place my feet against it to rip the spear back out, but the shark slipped away into oblivion. I ignored it and swam back up toward the surface, choking and coughing as my mouth became a black hole that swallowed the largest breath ever taken in, most likely beating whatever world record we were at.
I floated once more on my back, placing my hands on my stomach as the fingers to which I owned still trembled in fear. There wasn't any pain in my legs. I think they were all numbed up. Still, it didn't prevent the tears from sliding down the margins of my face and into the water below.
Becoming flashed across my mind like that of a random cringe moment was the memory of the camera that seemed to have been held by someone I couldn't see, but if I were being completely honest, it didn't seem to bother me as much. I felt nearly used to it; the blurred memories of feeling watched or monitored, taking absolute control over my mind.
Contesting the air canals that offered the sense of sound to my body was the reverberation of a propelling helicopter - one that sounded as if it were nearing where I lay.
Was this... help? I questioned for just a moment, as I could not. I simply just could not waste another.
I waved my arms in the air and screamed at the highest volume in which my voice could possibly project.
Becoming wilted into dust like leaves in December was the sound of the helicopter as, with time, it got further away from me. I felt my heart gain weight and descend to my left ankle moments before the helicopter made a complete U-turn and let down a ladder.
Slowly, a bright grin found itself etching up the corners of my cheeks. I could already taste the liberation, I swore I could have already tasted the freedom as it danced across my tastebuds, before banging against my teeth to relieve itself in an unbinding screech.
I propelled toward the ladder, but when I reached for it, the helicopter moved itself from my grasp.
Being suffocated by the sound of the helicopter were my screams as in comparison, they didn't seem to have stood a single chance.
They put down the ladder to save someone, but they passed me straight, so it must have been for... the invisible person. I know, it sounds like a name straight out of a horror story where the MC is a child, but come on. I'm anything but creative.
I squinted at the ladder, only to see the camera attached to a black strip tied around what I assumed was the waist of someone, the waist of the invisible person. The pilot came for them. I felt the corners of my lips drift downward, followed by the hoisting of my upper lip. I was really fucking pissed, glaring nefariously at the person as their body glistened from the reflection of the sun. I traced the outline of a woman, their hips broad, their frame small.
They seemed to have been struggling to get to the top, which made perfect sense; they couldn't see their own hands. I snickered to myself right before my smirk slipped down the slippery slopes of the uncanny.
From the shadows of the helicopter there emerged the person in the black boots and red cloak. Transpiring from the sides of the person's shoulders were their streams of ebony that lifted with the wind, concealing the identity of this mysterious person.
With such voluminous black hair fluctuating across the visage of the red-cloaked person, it was hard to identify who they were, but something about them seemed familiar. The paleness of their skin breathtakingly staying in the perfect contradiction to the hair.
The red-cloaked person inched across slightly as if to let someone through. I peered in utter silence as the camera moved into the helicopter, the last glimmers of sunlight slowly fading to relieve the invisibility function back to its authentic self.
Red cloak took back the position they were in before; directly by the doorway, glaring directly at me with irises I couldn't quite make out the shade of. Their hand rose to their head with something gold and shiny hanging onto them.
Becoming squinted were my eyes as they tried to make out what that thing was. And I swear to you I did not know what it was until it was steadily rocked back and forth, emitting a nearly nonexistent sound of a bell ringing.
"Oh, shit," I muttered, when instead I should have said, of course. I mean, what else did I expect?
As per usual, my eyes blurred into nothingness as my head grew heavy and I fell headfirst into the water.
๏ฟผ Author's note
๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐, ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฌ!
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๐๐ค๐๐ฒ, ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐๐ญ๐๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ โป๏ธ.
๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฒ๐๐, ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฒ, ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก.
๐๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ 3 ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐'๐ฆ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ. ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ, ๐'๐ฆ ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ.
๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐! ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ค ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ก ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ฅ :). ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐'๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ, ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐.
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