Chapter. 4 Free X Yet X Debt

(Current situation:
Main focus: Gigi Freecs, Kira Zoldyck
Age(s):12
Gender(s):F
Current locations:office(s), Zoldyck castle)
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(Current focus:Gigi Freecs)
(Gigi's P.O.V)

I still couldn't believe what I was hearing until I felt a certain familiar shudder slowly creep its way up my spine to my earlobes.

"Maybe you're the one..."

What did he mean by that? Ugh, I hate being so thick... To be honest... I'm so jealous of smart people... I'd trade my physical strength for brains any day... Brawn doesn't get you very far...

I swallow my thoughts and follow this man into his office, which actually wasn't too bad.

I sit down in one of those spinny-office chairs, they're so much fun. Just as I was probably about to break it, he asks me to get off, I wonder why, haha.

He heads up to this weird phone and dials this weird number, it didn't even look full.. "1-111-111-1111". Who has that kind of number?! I just ignore the abnormal act and plop myself on the counter/desk.

Just as I try to eavesdrop on the conversation, it ends?

"Well that was a short call.."

I say, raising an eyebrow at this weird old crust.

"Yup, also I had to make it short to make sure you didn't hear anything. I wasn't born yesterday you know."

Crap! He knew I was trying to listen?! Ugh... I hate when people figure me out to easily... I roll my eyes and just wait for his next comment/command.

"She'll be waiting for you.. You should probably get going.."

For some reason, his words brought my interest at a new peak.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly who I'm talking about"

I jolt up, finally receiving the message, me being "slow", I slump my head before dashing out and wading to the gate.

Remembering the horrifying screams that came from the other side, I feel as though the spirits were trying to draw me near it.

Just before I was about to push the small door open, the old man comes up to me and is waving his hands, signalling for me to not open it.

Without hesitation,  I stop what I'm doing and bring my hands to my sides, as if I'm trying to act "not-guilty". Geez, the impact of that island really is effecting me huh...

He tells me about the doors in the middle of the gate and begins to roll up his sleeves.

"You mean, these giant doors?"

"Yes, these ones are the real doors. I keep those keys around to trick people trying to sneak in, or to people that pose a threat to the royal family."

"Oh. Well, how heavy are these doors?"

Me, gazing at all the levels of doors in amazement that the fact, that there is someone out there, probably the king, who can open all levels..

"Each door varies. These first two doors weigh 2 tons each, the next 4 and so on"

Me, being horrible at math just ignore my false mental calculations and head straight to the first two doors, I begin to stretch and crack my knuckles before I carefully place one hand on each door.

"It's not as easy as it looks~"

I ignore his comments, grunting followed by me rolling my eyes and taking my stance...

"1....2....3!"

I push with all of my strength, my veins, pushing through my arms, sweat, practically pooling in every corner of my body.

I push the doors about 10 inches open before collapsing and panting as if I was some kind of dog, people DO call me shaggy sometimes....

I really hope that girl is doing so much better than I am...
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(Current focus: Kira Zoldyck)
(Kira's P.O.V)

I begin to breath heavily, my voice, raspy... Just as I can feel the final hit coming, I can't lift my arm..!

I stare at my swollen and shattered wrists and ankles. My eyes widen as my breathing pattern become irregular. I slowly grab my right arm with my left, shaky hand.

The chains rattle at my uneasy movement as I stare at the blood, slowly pooling on the floor, my sight intensifies as I see the gashes, cutting so deep that I could see muscle and even some bone...

Why...

Why was I so driven as to act so out of order... To be so rambunctious... To not act before I was thinking...?

I'm usually smarter than this... I hate this... Yet... I feel as though I have to keep going...

This feeling..

What do they call it?

When you feel as though nothing else in the world matters except the one on your mind?

What was it....

Lust?

Love?

Respect?

Why can't I think straight?

Just as I finished zoning out, I realize my first motive...

To escape..

I take one last deep breath before taking the final hit to my right wrist and..!

SMASH

I... Did it?!

I try to hold back the tears of pain before the wave of... This sense of accomplishment came..!

I actually had the strength in me this whole time, I just... Was too afraid to realize it... Without second thought, by instincts, I immediately try to stand up, shorty remembering of how I shattered my ankles, I begin to tremble and stagger my way to my cell door before realizing..

"They're probably going find and catch me before I even get a chance to take one step out of here.. I should at least let the skin grow back before attempting to run.."

I slowly limp back to the corner of the cell and grab a shattered piece of cold, rusted metal and begin to cut some of my clothes to wrap around my wounds..

This should be enough to at least get oxygen to the blood to heal..

I take another big breath before slumping myself against the wall as I can see how much more pale my skin tone as gotten, most likely from the blood loss..

I look out my cell window to see the bright, white moon.. I feel connected to the moon and as thought that girl... Was the sun to me... My light...

I'm always alone and everyone hated me...

Yet... I have this power.. Deep inside of me...

The moon... Why are you peaking my interests all of a sudden...

When did you get so important to me... Just like...

That girl..

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