132 CHAPTER 131
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Continued the endless rhyme. The lever and the plug at the west end of Nebula were still intact. The green light was still blinking and there was nothing out of place. Everything seemed to be working perfectly, but what Crux could not understand at the moment was why Matt was not waking up. It's been hours. This must be the downside of using Nebula. This must be how those scientists died.
Crux gnashed his teeth. He wiped the sweat from his face, using the back of his hands. So stupid of me. He muttered as he dropped the latex glove and turned on the tap, inside the sink. He should have known better to mess with things that were beyond his capacities. How could he be so stupid to allow Matt into Nebula? How could he be so…so…in human? This machine has been lying fallow, picking up dust for centuries. No test had been run to prove its efficiency and effectiveness. But yet he had sent someone into their doom, all because of what? I shouldn't have allowed him into it. Crux's teeth tightened with anger.
"This is so messed up," Pinna said, slouching down heavily on the wooden chair.
Her emerald green eyes were huge on her skull, blinking to life the worries that lingered within her tall features. It was hard to tell which of the two boys she was worried over. A close look and one could see that she really was in love with the first boy, what is name…Ham. Yes, Ham. The way she occasionally hunches over the cylinder, bearing his body, revealed her care and affection. What baffles Crux, however, was how her worries seemed to intensify immediately she woke up to find Matt lying on Nebula, taking her stead.
Stupid children, always playing with things they don't understand. Crux grunted and walked away from Nebula, towards the table, sitting next to Chris. Even at a young age, he had been careful to keep his feelings and affections at bay. He had strayed away from the blights of love and feelings. Those things make one weak and vulnerable. That was why he had abandoned his brother. The man was just too emotional for his liking, and now he had died and left another troublesome offspring to carry out his unfinished torment.
Lifting his head from the table, Crux could not help the urge of looking at Chris. The boy stood some paces away from him, with his hands folded over his breast. And those bright gray eyes of his look much like his father. Why Crux must have developed some fondness of the boy, he still tried to stray away from Chris as far as possible. He would not play with the forbidden fruit. He would remain strong and irresistible to any affection and familiarity. Family union always has a way of leaving him sad. He will not let that happen. Not this time, not ever.
"He will be back. We just have to exercise a little more patience." Chris said, stroking his dark hair.
The expression on his face said that he didn't believe those words. Crux could see them. Chris had only said those things to prove how tough he was. He was trying to console Pinna by not showing weakness. However stupid, Crux was glad that the boy was growing up and was not as weak as his father.
"Patience," Pinna repeated as if the words sounded strange on her lips. "How much more are we going to wait," Turning her attention to Crux, Pinna said, "Is this thing even working? There is every possibility that this machine is the only thing trapping Matt's soul and preventing him from waking up."
"No," Crux shook his head. For the first time that day, he could feel the weight of his body suddenly becoming too heavy for his feet to carry. The pain at the side of his waist also reminded him how old he was growing.
"Nebula is in perfect condition. Whatever is keeping Matt from waking up is far more powerful than I can imagine."
"So he won't wake up?" Chris asked, "It's 3 am for crying out loud."
"3 am" Chris nodded. He turned his gaze to Chris, and at that moment, their eyes met. "3 am does not mean the clock has stopped ticking."
Making sure everything was still working properly, Crux removed his lab coat. The air in here was getting stuffy. He would go find himself a drink.
"Going somewhere?" Pinna asked.
"I will be back, please make sure not to touch anything." He said and walked into the elevator.
He thought he heard Chris muttering something, but he was not sure at the moment. It was expected that things might go wrong. Being a professional doctor and the leader of the most notorious organization in the whole of Anadan, many bloods have shed by his hands. Many lives have been destroyed in his name. But why was he feeling this way for Matt?
Ding!
The elevator door blinked and started to slide into the wall. Crux stroked his goatee as he stepped out of the elevator. This feeling in his stomach must have something to do with Chris. Yes, his fondness for that boy will only get him to trouble. And now…
Wait, a minute…
Crux paused in his wake, letting his eyes scan the room. The bulbs that should have been engraved on the wall were now dangling by their sides, with lights blinking. The edges of some wires were also twitching. Shreds of glasses carpeted the floor, making it impossible to see the marble floor.
"What tha…" Crux wanted to say, but the words got stuck in his throat.
Most of his staff were lying on the floor, wide eyes staring blankly at the broken ceiling. Pools of blood flowed from one end of the room to another, merging with the desolation in the middle.
"So this is where you have been hiding?"
Crux's eyes widened. Something jutted in his stomach. A feeling which he had not felt for a very long time. A feeling which he hated so much. He was not the one to feel fear. He was the one that inflicts fear on other people and not the other way round.
"Who could have guessed that the den of the Glut-Hunters was under this stupid pub."
Crux swallowed, trying to back away from the girl, but it was almost impossible. The Keepers had already surrounded him. Blocking every possible route of escape.
"What do you want," Crux asked, trying to stall. His eyes were still flickering from one end of the room to another, hoping and praying for something that would help him in this dire situation.
"Seriously," The girl laughed and tucked her hair on her right ear. "What I want? I can't believe you are asking that question."
She sauntered toward him. Even though her cheeks were round and smooth, with those baby looks that were so innocent. Crux could see the fire of hate burning in those bright eyes of hers. He had seen her before. He knows what she was capable of. He knows how deadly she was.
"What do you want, Tina? Are you the dog they always send to pick up their shits?"
Tina laughed, and her laughter echoed through the desolated room. It was a peal of forceful laughter. A burst of laughter that did not reach her eyes or heart. One of the Keepers hurried towards her and picked a fallen chair, setting it up so the girl could sit.
"Being a dog is amazing, don't you think?" Tina was saying as she rested her weight on the chair, "We are both dogs for the master. But I am the bigger dog. You on the other hands…" She paused as if thinking, "You are more like a lackey and when I say get that, you say…"
"I am not ready for your games," Crux grunted, hating himself for, ever bowing his knees to this spoilt brat. "What do you want?"
"Hmm," Tina licked her lips, blinking her eyes seductively at one of the keepers.
Crux readied himself, knowing what was coming. But to his dismay, the Keepers were just too fast. He could hardly see a thing as they slammed him first on the face, and then on the stomach, causing him to fall on the fall. Pains rained down on him as the Keepers descended upon him, beating the living day out of his old body.
"Now," Tina said.
Crux did not know how long it took—must have lasted forever—but he was glad when the beating ceased. Some rough hands grabbed him by the nape and dragged him to the place where Tina sat, with a bright smile spreading across her face.
"Do I have your attention?" She asked, still smiling.
"I owe you nothing," Crux mumbled.
"Of course you do. The general is furious and has sent me to collect that which you owe. You see why I am the bigger dog?" Tina laughed.
"I owe your master nothing."
"Well," Tina said stood, "If that's the case, then I think we are done here."
Crux saw the blade as Tina drew them out of her belt. Bracing himself for the inevitable, his thought went back to Chris, and at that moment, he regretted not spending much time with him.
Continued the endless rhyme. The lever and the plug at the west end of Nebula were still intact. The green light was still blinking and there was nothing out of place. Everything seemed to be working perfectly, but what Crux could not understand at the moment was why Matt was not waking up. It's been hours. This must be the downside of using Nebula. This must be how those scientists died.
Crux gnashed his teeth. He wiped the sweat from his face, using the back of his hands. So stupid of me. He muttered as he dropped the latex glove and turned on the tap, inside the sink. He should have known better to mess with things that were beyond his capacities. How could he be so stupid to allow Matt into Nebula? How could he be so…so…in human? This machine has been lying fallow, picking up dust for centuries. No test had been run to prove its efficiency and effectiveness. But yet he had sent someone into their doom, all because of what? I shouldn't have allowed him into it. Crux's teeth tightened with anger.
"This is so messed up," Pinna said, slouching down heavily on the wooden chair.
Her emerald green eyes were huge on her skull, blinking to life the worries that lingered within her tall features. It was hard to tell which of the two boys she was worried over. A close look and one could see that she really was in love with the first boy, what is name…Ham. Yes, Ham. The way she occasionally hunches over the cylinder, bearing his body, revealed her care and affection. What baffles Crux, however, was how her worries seemed to intensify immediately she woke up to find Matt lying on Nebula, taking her stead.
Stupid children, always playing with things they don't understand. Crux grunted and walked away from Nebula, towards the table, sitting next to Chris. Even at a young age, he had been careful to keep his feelings and affections at bay. He had strayed away from the blights of love and feelings. Those things make one weak and vulnerable. That was why he had abandoned his brother. The man was just too emotional for his liking, and now he had died and left another troublesome offspring to carry out his unfinished torment.
Lifting his head from the table, Crux could not help the urge of looking at Chris. The boy stood some paces away from him, with his hands folded over his breast. And those bright gray eyes of his look much like his father. Why Crux must have developed some fondness of the boy, he still tried to stray away from Chris as far as possible. He would not play with the forbidden fruit. He would remain strong and irresistible to any affection and familiarity. Family union always has a way of leaving him sad. He will not let that happen. Not this time, not ever.
"He will be back. We just have to exercise a little more patience." Chris said, stroking his dark hair.
The expression on his face said that he didn't believe those words. Crux could see them. Chris had only said those things to prove how tough he was. He was trying to console Pinna by not showing weakness. However stupid, Crux was glad that the boy was growing up and was not as weak as his father.
"Patience," Pinna repeated as if the words sounded strange on her lips. "How much more are we going to wait," Turning her attention to Crux, Pinna said, "Is this thing even working? There is every possibility that this machine is the only thing trapping Matt's soul and preventing him from waking up."
"No," Crux shook his head. For the first time that day, he could feel the weight of his body suddenly becoming too heavy for his feet to carry. The pain at the side of his waist also reminded him how old he was growing.
"Nebula is in perfect condition. Whatever is keeping Matt from waking up is far more powerful than I can imagine."
"So he won't wake up?" Chris asked, "It's 3 am for crying out loud."
"3 am" Chris nodded. He turned his gaze to Chris, and at that moment, their eyes met. "3 am does not mean the clock has stopped ticking."
Making sure everything was still working properly, Crux removed his lab coat. The air in here was getting stuffy. He would go find himself a drink.
"Going somewhere?" Pinna asked.
"I will be back, please make sure not to touch anything." He said and walked into the elevator.
He thought he heard Chris muttering something, but he was not sure at the moment. It was expected that things might go wrong. Being a professional doctor and the leader of the most notorious organization in the whole of Anadan, many bloods have shed by his hands. Many lives have been destroyed in his name. But why was he feeling this way for Matt?
Ding!
The elevator door blinked and started to slide into the wall. Crux stroked his goatee as he stepped out of the elevator. This feeling in his stomach must have something to do with Chris. Yes, his fondness for that boy will only get him to trouble. And now…
Wait, a minute…
Crux paused in his wake, letting his eyes scan the room. The bulbs that should have been engraved on the wall were now dangling by their sides, with lights blinking. The edges of some wires were also twitching. Shreds of glasses carpeted the floor, making it impossible to see the marble floor.
"What tha…" Crux wanted to say, but the words got stuck in his throat.
Most of his staff were lying on the floor, wide eyes staring blankly at the broken ceiling. Pools of blood flowed from one end of the room to another, merging with the desolation in the middle.
"So this is where you have been hiding?"
Crux's eyes widened. Something jutted in his stomach. A feeling which he had not felt for a very long time. A feeling which he hated so much. He was not the one to feel fear. He was the one that inflicts fear on other people and not the other way round.
"Who could have guessed that the den of the Glut-Hunters was under this stupid pub."
Crux swallowed, trying to back away from the girl, but it was almost impossible. The Keepers had already surrounded him. Blocking every possible route of escape.
"What do you want," Crux asked, trying to stall. His eyes were still flickering from one end of the room to another, hoping and praying for something that would help him in this dire situation.
"Seriously," The girl laughed and tucked her hair on her right ear. "What I want? I can't believe you are asking that question."
She sauntered toward him. Even though her cheeks were round and smooth, with those baby looks that were so innocent. Crux could see the fire of hate burning in those bright eyes of hers. He had seen her before. He knows what she was capable of. He knows how deadly she was.
"What do you want, Tina? Are you the dog they always send to pick up their shits?"
Tina laughed, and her laughter echoed through the desolated room. It was a peal of forceful laughter. A burst of laughter that did not reach her eyes or heart. One of the Keepers hurried towards her and picked a fallen chair, setting it up so the girl could sit.
"Being a dog is amazing, don't you think?" Tina was saying as she rested her weight on the chair, "We are both dogs for the master. But I am the bigger dog. You on the other hands…" She paused as if thinking, "You are more like a lackey and when I say get that, you say…"
"I am not ready for your games," Crux grunted, hating himself for, ever bowing his knees to this spoilt brat. "What do you want?"
"Hmm," Tina licked her lips, blinking her eyes seductively at one of the keepers.
Crux readied himself, knowing what was coming. But to his dismay, the Keepers were just too fast. He could hardly see a thing as they slammed him first on the face, and then on the stomach, causing him to fall on the fall. Pains rained down on him as the Keepers descended upon him, beating the living day out of his old body.
"Now," Tina said.
Crux did not know how long it took—must have lasted forever—but he was glad when the beating ceased. Some rough hands grabbed him by the nape and dragged him to the place where Tina sat, with a bright smile spreading across her face.
"Do I have your attention?" She asked, still smiling.
"I owe you nothing," Crux mumbled.
"Of course you do. The general is furious and has sent me to collect that which you owe. You see why I am the bigger dog?" Tina laughed.
"I owe your master nothing."
"Well," Tina said stood, "If that's the case, then I think we are done here."
Crux saw the blade as Tina drew them out of her belt. Bracing himself for the inevitable, his thought went back to Chris, and at that moment, he regretted not spending much time with him.
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