The next chapter! I hope all of you like it!
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Diclaimer: Same as above.
Isolated
Ch.7
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He couldn't move, even though he had regained consciousness. He couldn't so much as open his eyes, or wince as flairs of pain traveled up and down his aching body. Every part of him ached, a dull throb that consumed his nerves, leaving him incapable of feeling anything else but those burning flairs that accompanied it. But as bad as the pain was, it was infinitely better than what had racked through his body before.
Before, there was a pain so intense that it started to drive away his sanity. The pure agony that had inflicted him from within caused the carpet to feel like needles that dug deep into his skin, and the air to feel like a vice that was crushing him. He couldn't even scream, his throat had contracted, leaving him to fight for every breath he took. He had tried to cry for help, but he was abandoned, trapped in his anguish and screaming in his head.
But there was someone else; he could feel it, suffering with him.
He didn't question, he didn't have the strength. He just hung onto the feeling, and mentally pleaded at the person for help. He begged, eventually lapsing into screams, unable to form words anymore. He could sense the person getting near; sense the person's desire to help him.
Then the agony washed away, powerless in the face of the cooling, calming flood as he felt the person reach him. Soothing oxygen reached his lungs; and with a sigh, he relaxed, letting himself fall into healing sleep.
Now, only the remnants of the searing pain had remained, weakened into the dull ache that was already fading away. As the ache waned, awareness of the world around him started to fade in. He could feel the cold, rough floor below him, and the smell of chemicals invaded his nose. Finally, he was able to peel his eyelids open, gasping as the light created stabbing pains in his eyes. It would be very dark to the normal person, but it was much lighter than he was used to. He blinked the stars away from his vision and looked around, lifting his head up slightly.
He was in a small storage closet, with shelves filled with bottles holding various substances that he couldn't identify. Some of them emitted a soft glow, which was the source of his discomfort. And then he saw her. The girl he saw from the window…she lay on her side, facing towards him with her fingers just barely touching his wrist. Blood from her numerous injuries were crusted upon her clothes and skin. She was unconscious.
'So she was the one who saved me…'
If he concentrated, he could feel a small bit of her presence in his mind. He leaned closer, bracing himself with his elbow and examining her through his eyes and his mind. He knew her injuries were serious, and that she needed help. He could feel her tiredness…she was deep in a healing sleep. He tentatively reached out to place a hand gently on her hair. He could feel her slipping.
With every second that passed by, the chance that she would never wake up grew even greater.
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Tucker's eyes were wide, and he grasped the hand around his neck, trying in vain to pry it off. His now bruised esophagus convulsed, fighting to bring air into his lungs. It failed. Black spots appeared in his sight, the lack of air playing tricks with his mind. The very second before he was about to pass out, Dash let go of him. Tucker crumbled to the floor, gasping and dry heaving. He weakly got up to his hands and knees, shaking because of his diminished strength. Dash's foot collided with his stomach, sending him back to the floor, winded once more.
"You're going to regret ever-." Dash was cut off by an angered roar of the beady-eyed boss himself.
"YOU INCOMPETENT FOOL!"
It was amazing that the frail looking man could send the hulking Dash cowering in the corner with just the sound of his voice.
"I told you to keep an eye on things and make sure that nothing could get screwed up. I thought that was a simple task, one that you could easily handle with no hassle at all. In my naivety, I thought that you would be one of the few that I could trust to do something right for once."
The man was nearly growling. A muscle twitched in his forehead.
"So imagine my surprise when I find that my plan has been ripped apart by the seams, that it has fallen to pieces, and that it was because of your IMCOMPETANCE!"
Tucker didn't even look at him throughout the whole tirade, and apparently, that infuriated the boss even more. With a wicked glint in his eyes, he spoke again.
"Mr. Baxter? I need you to take this pathetic idiot into the holding cell. I have some experiments that I wish to use him for."
Without another word, he turned and left, leaving Tucker paralyzed with fear and Dash, who was smirking evilly at the petrified boy.
"I wanted to wail on you, but I'm sure that whatever he has in mind is much, much worse…"
He gave him one last kick in the stomach before picking him up. Dash made sure to whack Tucker's head against the doorway as he went out.
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The brown-haired man wandered along the trails in the park, lost in his thoughts. He rubbed his eye, grumbling to himself under his breath.
"These stupid contacts are such a pain."
He sat on a nearby park bench, opening his eyes wider to get the infernal things out, revealing beautiful blue irises. He rolled the brown lenses in his hand and sighed. It had been only a little less than half an hour, and yet he still couldn't get his mind on anything else but Phantom and that girl.
"I have the terrible feeling that I'm going to end up bumping into them again."
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