I woke up to the brightness of the morning sun. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up from the bed. I feel like I just got hit with a Boeing 737. Did I dream all of that last night? No, of course not. That was all real. I still remember the pain of being stabbed by giant frogs. I check my shoulders and knees and, to my surprise; I don’t see any scars.
I removed the covers from me and noticed that I was wearing a pair of pajamas. They were pink with red hearts decorating them. I groaned. Wait a minute, just where the hell am I?
This is not my room or my apartment. I wouldn’t be this insane to leave a room bare with nothing but a bed. Even the walls are a boring beige color. I get myself off of the bed and head to the bathroom to wash my face.
I checked myself in the mirror to see if I had a huge scar on the middle of my forehead. No scar, but my light blue eyes had somehow become amber yellow.
“What the hell?”
I’m pretty sure that guy, Angelus, was it? Must have done this to me. No, I can guarantee he is the culprit behind my odd appearance.
There’s nothing I can do about it now. I made my way downstairs to find out just where I was. Opening the door, I can hear bacon sizzling on the stove. But they smell like they are burning. When I reached the landing of the stairs, I saw Angelus and Alexandria sitting at a table.
Alexandria had a lot of baked sweets in front of her and she was currently scoffing down a donut. She paid no attention to my appearance. Angelus faced me with indifference. I just now noticed that he has silver eyes. That’s odd.
“Look who finally woke up.” Angelus says with a tad bit of annoyance in his voice.
I glared at him. “Maybe if you didn’t shove a fucking worm in my head, I wouldn’t be asleep for too long.”
I rubbed the back of my head out of embarrassment. “Uh, just how long was I asleep, anyway?”
Why did I ask that question now? Now I feel like a complete idiot.
Alexandria completely ignored my embarrassment and answered my question sincerely.
“You’ve been in a coma for three months, three weeks, and three days.”
I feel my knees going weak, so I lean against the wall so I won’t fall to the ground.
“It’s being expected for you to be comatose for a long period. The Avesboros planted in your brain were merging with your entire body.” Angelus says coldly. “Out of all of my attempts in the past, you were the only one successful.”
“So I should consider myself lucky?”
I say in an angered tone.
“Am I even human anymore?”
Angelus looks at me as if I was an idiot. “For your first question: I’ve done this experiment over one trillion times. That is not an exaggeration. All the other subjects either died or transformed into eldritch abominations. You should very much consider yourself lucky.”
“As for your second question, you are no longer a human. You are a fusion of a mortal and an Elder God. I’ll call your kind, Apostle.You should feel honored. You’re the first of your kind, Norah. Also, you’re immortal now!”
“Excuse if I don’t feel honored. I didn’t even ask for this!”
“Would you prefer to be killed to those Proto Beasts?” Alexandria interjected, licking the glaze off of her finger.
“Come on , , don’t lick your finger, that’s disgusting!”Angelus complained
But I’m still confused at what Alexandria just said. Hell, I didn’t quite get what Angelus said to me.
“Excuse me, but what are Proto Beasts?”
“It’s those monsters that I saved you from. The planet created them. They function similar to antibodies for bacteria. I’m assuming I don’t need to spell it out further.” Angelus says.
I shake my head no. Beyond the basic stuff, I have no clue how medicine or the human body works. I still don’t understand what an Apostle is.
Angelus mumbles under his breath that made me pause from asking a followup question.
What the hell, I’ve got nothing to lose if I don’t ask.
“What the hell is an Apostle?”
Angelus buries his face in his hands, so Alexandria answered the question.
“In its literal sense, it means emissary in Greek. But mortals who practice Christianity came to know the word for the twelve disciples of Jesus Christ.”
I see. Now that I think about it, these two have been using the word “mortal” pretty casually.Just are these two guys, anyway?
Before I had the chance to ask, Artemisia came out of the kitchen, wearing an apron and a smile. Her perfect symmetrical face and perfect white teeth and slightly glowing white skin still give me the creeps. She was holding a plate of food and walked over to the table where the others sat.
“Come on over and have a seat, Norah. You must be hungry after waking up from your long coma.”
I walked over and sat down in an empty chair. Artemis placed the plate right in front of me and I almost died immediately.
The bacon was burnt black as tar; the pancakes were undercooked; the eggs were overcooked; I think they were harder than the bacon. The toast was the only food that looked edible on the plate. Minus that the toast completely submerged in barbecue and caramel sauce, like everything else.
This is a war crime at the highest degree. But I am not rude, so I put on a fake smile and thanked her.
“You’re so kind. Don’t let Angelus turn you into a meanie.I’ll go get some coffee.” She turned soundly and walked back into the kitchen.
I look up at the other two for a little help. Alexandria ignores me and instead has her focus on a chocolate donut with sprinkles. I’m actually jealous.
Angelus just points at the plate. Wordlessly commands me to eat the “food.”
I reluctantly picked up a fork and took a risk with the brick hard eggs first.