Patrons-Legacy of the Gods

Τρία (3)

I was back in the chamber. I scanned the walls, the securely shut door, and myself. I thought I died, but I was all alone. No friends. No family. Neither angels nor anyone around here. Just me and this lifeless green room. Is this heaven? No, heaven was always clouds and sunshine or whatever they said. You're having weird dreams again. Get out. Get. Out. GET OUT! GET OUT!!

     Creak.

The door slowly opened. Numerous colors bursted into my eyes as I tried to cover them with my hand. The same doors appeared again as I adjusted my vision. I walked with short intervals, counting every passing second and checking for anything unnatural or out of the ordinary. At long last, as the gleaming rainbow of doors came closer, I was out. I turned my body against the green room. I was free. Free from that damn asylum. I laughed to myself.

This was all just a joke. How stupid not to realize that sooner.

     "You belong with us," a menacing voice called out. The door was still open, its beaming color falling into the darkness. I peered closer, placing my head forward. A finger stuck out. Then two, four, until a full hand. Growing out of the side, an arm reached behind the door. A gray figure emerged before my eyes blinked, its face resembling the same dude at the diner. "Belong with us."

     "Shut up, asshole!" I yelled. He wasn't stopping. His pace increased. My feet weren't moving, leaving themselves in a sedentary position. Something glued my shoes to the ground.

The doors melted as smooth as wax, mixing themselves into a gooey substance. I was petrified. The Denny's dude was right in front of me, melting into a face with large eyes and gritted sharp teeth.

"You bitch!"

———————————————————————————

"You're up early."

My eyes unveiled a strange environment. My wrists felt skinned, throbbed, and pulled from behind. I moved my left arm, yet there was a metallic clank while I guided my hand, inserting more pain through my nerves. Glancing down, I found myself in a bed that definitely didn't feel like mine. I looked up and found a girl sitting on a wooden chair. Examining up and down, if she stood, she would've been shorter than I, maybe even Puneet. I was about 5' 8", which I guess was taller than average. A thin light yellow scarf encoiled her throat. She wore a bright yellow on her leather jacket and white leggings. Her hair reflected off the sun's rays from a circular window, gleaming a brilliant shine from her blond hair.

"I'm Alice. You must be the remaining ones to carry our league," she introduced with a foreign accent.

I gazed at her hazel eyes and asked, "What do you want?" I searched for a door, which was only a couple feet away among the peeling white paint. My pockets felt odd, so I settled my hand near the hip, trying to feel it. My phone. It's not there. Did she confiscate them? Well, shit. No one knows I'm here. Not even my mamá will receive any texts...
    
I aimed to get out of bed and my legs took control. They ran without thought, until the girl in yellow grabbed my right arm, then the side of my head, causing havoc on my hair. We struggled, grunting and pushing each other with immense force.

"My! You're strong! No wonder-" she cut off mid-fight from a punch in the face, shielded with nothing. I pushed her away with my other arm as I crouched, one knee and both hands down, her expression not one bit tired from the front. "You aren't aware of the power you'll obtain. You'd be insane out there!"

I ignored her regards, reaching for the handle as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I promptly clutched her waist from behind, attempting full force to flip her over, but instead had little strength to use my back in doing so. I breathed quick breaths. C'mon, it's just like boxing and wrestling. Just do it. Flip her ass over.