Brisbane|01:30|
POV|| Avliso |
POV|| Avliso |
Slowly, my eyes upon and I immediately regretted as the fluorescent lights burned my eyes. Groaning at the pain, I rolled over onto my stomach. Again, I open my eyes to see dried blood and the scent of iron. Pushing myself up, I look upon the very dead body next to me. I lightly touch my throat to meet with a healed scar. Flashes of the hands around my throat made a shiver go down my spine. I died… but I’m alive. Briefly, touching my neck the phantom pain of my throat being ripped open made me queasy. Tears soon fell from my eyes as I bit my lip muffing the sobs that threatened to escape. Vomit threatened to come up as my eyes landed on the body. Rain poured on me from the now large hole in the glass roof.
Turning my head, my hair brushes my nose.
But it was not the dark purple that I was used to, no it was palatium white. Screaming, I tugged at my hair which was now fully white and a bit longer than usually. Spinning around to meet with the body, his vibrant veins now were dull purple, and his skin turned to a light grey. His toxic green eyes were now dark green with a silver gloss look over it. My hair now matches his.
He was an undead but now dead, dead. But I was dead. Am I now an undead? There were record or high tier undead creating low tier undead like zombies or skeletons. But those can’t think and feel but I can? But hell, those where documents were ancient history!
I would say this was all some horrible nightmare, but the feeling of the cold concrete told me another story. And the sound of rain hitting the tin roof confirm that this was all too real to a stupid mess up dream. Though I deeply wish that this was all a dream. Looking underneath my nails was dried blood making my gut twist and throb. Yeah, I wish this was a dream.
Closing his dull dead eyes, made some of the queasy go away. And to be certain I check his heartbeat. Yep, he's dead. And I died… what does that mean?
Quickly, I fumble around for my heartbeat to get nothing. “I’m dead,” I knew it already but saying it out loud burst my dam letting the waterfall flow. At least I could cry right? It made no sense how a high tier was random here and why he turned me into… a monster. A creature… a Xeon? What am I? Questions ran through my mind as I paced around the lab.
Glancing to the window, bright glowing purple eyes stared right into me. My thumb fell from my mouth as my eyes were locked on to my reflection. Gently, I traced my face that was covered in dried blood and my freckles that were mostly hidden in my pale skin. The raging storm continues outside illuminating the lab with flashes.
Before I could stop myself, my legs gave out falling harshly on the floor. My eyes wander to the shattered glass ceiling to see a purple void. How long has that been there for?
Suddenly, it crashed on me, that was a Xeon portal. I’ve read enough ancient history on Xeon to recognise that it's a portal but how? Unless that random high tier was of noble blood but that hasn’t happened for over two thousand years! During the war, the Clover union betrayed the Undead lord and cursed his bloodline to never have access to Earth again. Maybe the undead nobles just pretended to not be able to open portals, but they love their chaos so their patience would have worn off over a thousand years ago.
But if that is a portal how long has it been open for and what has come out of it? Quickly, I rushed over to one of the computers and spammed the space bar until the familiar light blasted my face. One-forty-five am. It’s been over forty-five minutes since that portal had been open. What else has come through it? Shakely, I grabbed the table to stabilise myself as I pulled myself up from the ground.
So, somehow after over two thousand a portal has been opened between earth and xeon. And gods know what has come through it when I died… pass out? Not important, one thing at a time. I am now what my family strives to kill and uses their bodies for their experiments. God what would they do if they knew! Would they kill me? It scares me that I have no idea how they would react. They’re my family, they wouldn’t hurt me, right? And as much as I love my family, I don’t think I have the courage to tell them. I still don’t have the courage to believe that I am whatever I am.
Approaching the now freezing cold body, I gently brush the white hair out of his face. To be honest he looks only like 16 maybe 17 which made my gut swirl. He wore quite a lavish outfit, a white tailored button up shirt (Now stained a dark brown with traces of red) with a crimson vest laced with gold. A black cape was thrown over his shoulder. Furthermore, from head to toe he was covered in jewellery both gold and silver. Now I'm no crystal expert but I believe it was either ruby or jasper. And lastly a silver crown sat lightly upon his head.
Again, I’m no expert but he was either a royal or a high noble but that again points him to be the one to open the portal.
From what I distinctly remember his voice was quite sweet and mellow. I don’t remember what he said but I wish he at least left me a note to explain what just happened. Logically speaking I’m ninety percent sure that I’m a Xeon. I don’t think I can pass as human with my snow-white skin and glowing purple eyes. Which if I didn’t just die, I would be over the moon about. But I need to think rationally about the hell situation I find myself in.
But why me? I’ve been pretty good in my life so why do I deserve this? Why? How? What?
Before long I lost my trail of thought leaving myself in an endless loop of questions with no answers.
*Ring…Ring…Ring*
The sound of my phone snapped out of my thoughts. My phone sat innocently on the dark oak desk that still had the computer I was using before. Wandering silently to my phone, my fingers trace the answer button. Look who finally decided to call me back.
“Avliso speaking,”
“Avliso I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to ignore you, are you okay, I’m truly sorry” my sister's voice sounded panic and sorrowful. Some of the tension from my shoulder leaked as Helena, my sister spilled out apologies. But I’m still bitter as if she hadn’t ignored me then… then… then what?
“Avliso are you still here?”
“Sorry I zoned out,” my eyes wandered at the scene before me. If she had picked me like she was supposed to… I wouldn’t be dead. But she didn’t cause all of this. If my parents didn’t leave me here it would've happened either.
“I’m picking you up in thirty minutes and we can buy some ice-cream on the way home.”
Wait what?
“Helena, wait!” She hung up on me.
Ugh! How in the actual fudge, am I going to explain this?
Maybe I don’t have too.
As much as I hate my parents experiments on the dead it does mean that everything to clean and hide a body can be found here. Rushing I start to drag the corpse over to the cold room. Using the blood from ice xeon a body and be completely frozen and stay fresh for years! Saying that out loud sounds a lot worse. But back on topic I open one of the pods and struggle to get the taller person in the tube. “Sleep well mister,” I prayed that his soul may rest. As much as humans call them monsters, they are just as sentient as us humans.
It is quite sad that I can’t hold a small funeral for the guy. Huh? That man killed me! Why should I care if he gets a funeral or not. He should be glad that I didn’t leave his body to decay and let the maggots eat his corpse. I’m getting off topic.
I’ve been doing that a lot… huh maybe dying makes you second guess everything.
Moving back into the lab I grab a mop and water and start to wipe up the blood. I try and just my eyes to not look at the water that slowly turned pink in colour. Plus plugged my nose hiding away from the reeking scent of iron in the air.
I only vomit once so that’s a plus.
Lastly, I carefully look through one of the chemical closets to find every murder’s best friend hydrogen peroxide. It removes any blood stains and hides it from blue light. Isn’t that a cool random fact? Spraying some on the ground and with a sponge I scrubbed the last stains out of the concrete floors. Dumping out the pink water into a sink. I rub my skin raw with a wet cloth trying to remove the blood that stubbornly sticks to my skin.
“Come on, just get off,” my voice sounded raw and horsey. I didn’t stop until my skin screamed in pain. Throwing on a grey hoodie to hide my blood-soaked shirt I walk to the front of the lab. Hopefully Helena doesn’t want to grab anything from the lab as I don’t have a good explanation for the massive hole in the roof or the water flooding the floor.
Slowly, I wander to one of the larger windows to see the storm disappear and the moon shining brightly. Where were you like an hour ago? I feel the gods are mocking me now.
“A full moon? Whoa you really hate me, don’t you?”
Stars blinked like a heart. A beating heart that I don’t have. I focus on the few stars that shone brightly enough to be seen in the city.
It felt like I was put on a stage with the light all on me. Poetic right? I wouldn’t know I stuck at poetry.
*Knock…Knock*
“Avliso, can you please open the door?” She is here already. I thought she would take a few more minutes. “I’m coming!” I shout back, sprinting over to the rusty mouldy door. Creaking open that sounded like chalk against a board, it revealed my way taller sister with her ionic dye blonde hair. Fun fact: after a generations of intake of harmful magic and chemicals your hair and eyes may change colour. Making the majority of hunters to have coloured hair and/or different eye colours. Cool and off topic, right?
Her lavish black dress was soaked and her hair all messy and wet. “What happened with your hair?” My hair? Oh, fudge bucket! Out of all the things that I could’ve forgotten. “Why is more drench than mine?” Well, I mean I was laying for over thirty minutes in the rain. But why isn’t she asking about the massive difference in hair colour. I mean I could’ve dyed my hair, but she knows our mother would kill me if I did. Surprisingly, I was the only one to heritage our family's iconic dark purple hair. Helena has a lovely caramel hair colour just like our father plus her shiny silver eyes that all of our ‘pureblood’ family has. Though my eyes have always been quite dull compared to her and I envy her hair too.
“I know you don’t care about brushing your hair, but I envy your purple hair.”
What? Number one she envies my hair. And secondly, my hair is back too purple. I grab a strain of my hair to in fact see my dark purple hair has returned. Plus, the colour in my skin has also returned. “Come on, let's grab some ice-cream and go home,” she smiles brightly before leading down to her car. I don't know much about cars, but I can tell you it was expensive.
Okay, so I had white hair and my skin looked like I had decayed for days yet I’m back to normal? I check my heartbeat. It is there but very faint and very far between.
I slip into the passenger seat and stare out the window. The warm lights from lamps and buildings reflected off the water on the streets. It was a peaceful sight as the moon glowed softly like there wasn’t a storm not a few moments ago. Australian weather after all. “Look I’m still very sorry,” Helena whispered, turning slightly to meet my eyes. “I know,” I replied, turning back to the window. “I just lost track of time you know how those events are.”
“I know” This wasn’t the first time and will not be the last, but it still hurts. she had a responsibility to attend those meeting parties and I had to deal with that fact. “I’m sorry,” for being born didn't sound out loud. As much as I hate my siblings, I love them too for raising me when my parents did not. When they went to school, I was left to be taken care of by nannies or when my parents forgot to hire one, I was left by myself. Helena just turned seventeen meaning when she was just seven, she raised me with her twin brother. I know they love me, but they still were teenagers that wanted to leave this city and leave this family. I knew when they turned eighteen, they would flee. And I hated how I couldn’t blame them.
Why would anyone willing live in family? Yes, my mother and father but they were probably insane or just lack humanity. “Avliso I want to get custody over you,” she sighed, “I don’t want you to live in that household any longer.”
It wasn’t like they abused us, more like neglected to the point where my own mother probably doesn’t know my name. I love my parents. But I loathe them when they don’t even try to even talk to me. They never wanted children and I’ve heard that from the source they only wanted heirs to keep our family line alive. They already have two ‘perfect’ kids. Why care about another one? I’m just their spare “They probably won’t even fight for it,” I replied finally looking back at her. “I… no they probably wouldn’t,” her voice broke as she glanced at me through the mirror.
We arrived at a store brightly lit with pastel colours with a tune leaking out onto the street. It was a homely place and a very memory filled place. It's where my sister or brother take me as an apology. Let’s say that I’ve been here way too often.
Ringing when we enter, the staff behind the counter look up. “Good morning, Helena and Avliso,” his voice was filled with cheeriness. It was way too early in the morning for that amount of happiness. “Hello David,” I replied looking through the glass at all the different ice-cream choices. “What did you do this time?” He looks across at my sister with a stern glare and a raised eyebrow. “Forgot to pick her up… around 5 hours too late.”
“So, four scoops?”
“Four scoops.”
Depending on how they missed up the more scoops I got; a very good system I might add.
I stared at my reflection through the glass panel looking at the purple ice-cream. What should I do?
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