I'm still in stitches.
Forehead against my knees.
A hand over my eye.
The other one was gripping my trousers tightly.
I breathe heavily, with this dust seeping into my lungs.
Every breath burns my throat.
– I don't want to die…
– I would do anything, anything, I want to…LIVE
My voice is trembling.
It doesn't even come back as an echo anymore.
As if the audience was tired of making fun of them.
Silence.
My eye is throbbing.
A dull ache.
Permanent.
I blink.
Again.
Again.
Tears flowed freely.
Not because I'm crying.
Because it hurts too much.
I raise my head a little.
Nothing.
Always black.
A thick black.
Sticky.
– I can't take it anymore… I murmured.
– Is anyone there…?
Nothing.
I hold my hand out in front of me.
I touch the ground.
Then a chair.
I continue on all fours, guiding myself with my hand.
a table
Another chair
I'm counting my steps.
And.
Two.
Three.
I walk blindly towards anywhere, towards anything.
I stumble.
Fall.
I get up.
Again.
"I'm not going to die..." I breathed.
– Give me any test…
My heart is beating fast.
Too strong.
As if he wanted to leave.
I stop, touching the wall, my limit
I close my eyes, my hand trembling on one.
It's the same.
Always black.
It hurts.
I'm thinking of them
I don't have enough
I'm knocking
Just good enough to be sacrificed
I'm knocking
I feel my skin tearing apart
I'm knocking
My bones are falling apart
I'm knocking
They break
To his lies.
To my anger.
"I have to go out..." I murmured.
Sliding along the wall
– I'll reach the top and you'll make me pay for everything…
CLICK.
Again.
Again
Until the very last
Closer.
It will be your turn.
I raise my head.
– no more reason for me to hold back…
CLICK.
CLICK.
CLICK.
Several.
Like switches.
Like machines.
A breath of air swept through the room, filling it with light, drawing me back to my last eye.
Cold, icy.
Brutal.
My skin prickled and my wounds coagulated in the cold.
– … ?
Then…
A voice.
Weak.
Distant.
– So…come… Ki-Moon…
I smile.
My blood was hot
I'm backing away.
And throws me into this immaculate white world
The circle grows beneath me
A burning red circle of my blood
I feel the heat.
It's coming up through my feet.
Through my legs to my heart
– Damn it!! I'll be back
And I get back to my feet
Her voice was trembling.
– HaHahaha! he exclaimed.
– a game?!
My skin feels prickly under my clothes.
Like a thousand needles.
I walk forward, my smile frozen by the snow.
Around me, everything is finally moving, even if it's just an endless expanse of white, I feel alive.
My muscles are trembling.
I grit my teeth.
I feel something breaking inside me.
Not my body
But my fear.
She disappears.
Replaced by…
A fierce will to live
Pure.
Burning hot.
– to live… I will live… I breathed.
One step at a time
Despite the pain.
Despite being missing an eye.
Despite everything.
I raise my head towards the horizon.
– Come.
– Try it.
This is just the beginning.
THE OBSERVATION ROOM
"Incredible," breathed Dionysus, settling into his armchair.
Return to the first level
"The selection"
"I didn't think I'd see him here again," he continued.
"There's nothing extraordinary about him," replied a woman in a completely black cloak beside him.
"Nothing has ever aroused any interest, Chief," replied Dionysus
"He's just a dead man nearing the end of his existence, trapped in a useless, human desire," the cloak concluded, standing up.
– perhaps, but humans are so unpredictable, my dearest Grim Reaper