The wind breeze with plentiful force, the impact outreach the mind as snowflakes now drop from the skies, the horizon is not dimmer with the yellow glows, as far outreach head was a cloud of darkened voids.
His breathing sporadic inclines, as with the man patting his back trying to open his mind a little.
“Are you okay? Did you have any asthma related complications?”
With Lite swinging his head, as he stands without his support, as lite breaths a little heavier.
“Can you explain what the fuck is going on..”
As with him taking the machine gun from the piled snow
“Language there, well welcome to Eldereal, that’s what the local call it anyways, if you still think I’m crazy, please think again, anyways, let’s head back, you don’t look too well, I have another task for you, a simple one, C’mon, let’s go.”
With the windy mind, he follows the armed man, who on earth is he, and I need to stay calm for now. I've seen worse, why do I have such a bad reaction? It scares me. I need to take a few steps back.
As walking towards the double glass door, he looked beside him.
“ Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself, silly me, my codename is ‘helcot’, they always give the codename on first arrival, but my name is Smith Drockut, call me anything really.”
“Right, I’ll just say Smith.”
With it he nodded slightly before opening the door.
With it being on the main rooms as he stops on the main desk in the middle of the room, as then he goes behind the desk, with him rummaging around a little before popping back up from the desk.
“Lite come here, I have a task for you.”
With Lite still breathing in distress, as he lay his hand on the wooden desk, with Smith showing a keychain with mostly silver but one that of gold, weird.
“ Take this, one of the keys, the golden one will lead you to the underground armory, there’s not much in it yet as it’s under review first, but there you will meet someone who might be important for your future. Behind me or this counter there’s a pathway, there you can find the underground armory, just follow the path on the sign board.”
Taking the keychain, there seems to be six unknown silver keys with one golden key for the armory. Lite puts the keys inside the cargo pocket.
“Right, I’ll try to find it,”
As with the mask man, who’s now on the desk sitting on the chain that of a clerk, as then he rummage on one of his chest rigs pounch, with it taking out a small paper of sorts, tightly on a scroll, two of them, one of them with a bright red on the papers
“Here take these two, one is the map of this place, only the first floor, but that should be enough, oh and that scroll, it’s the scorching sun scroll, keep it tight, and once you find the encase crystal underground, place it on the crystal, it will magically stick to it, and stay far away once it burn, trust me. Now go soldier.”
Taking the two papers, what is this task for me? Usually in these parks you either have to clean the yard or do push ups, this is quite tame for now. I'll just be prepared. This place is not normal from the beginning. I need to keep an eye out.
With Lite lighty waving his hand, Lite continues his journey, walking to the hallways where he pointed; with some walking and guidance from the sign and map, In the hallways, a heavy door with a swing on the top, as if it’s an exit door, turns the knob. As expected, it was not budging after turning it, lightly putting the keys in and unlocking the doors. It required two turns with double locks and with each click, it echoed into the abyss inside.
Click-
The last steel was raised from the obstruction and doors stuck to the sides, revealing somewhat dark stairs with a switch beside the doors. Click the switch and only the light near the door lights up. As the halfway point is lit, after some steps, he reaches the limit and continues walking, which reveals a bunker room, halfway lit as the corner is nothing but darkness. When it is empty, something bright is in the middle of it—a crystal in the middle of such an empty room.
with something inside the crystal. Lite, his pupil moves to observe and his heart wretches with the unneeded pumps. A figure inside, with some alchemical marking around it and voodoo marking with Lite walking closer, is hard to see, as its centre is nothing but a blurry mess of hazards white.
“What on earth is this?”
Even then, Lite ignores the weird side, taking the papers that I've been given and holding them to the crystal. After some time, the fingers feel numb as needles stab each nerve end.
This crystal is cold to the touch, is anything happening?
Even then, nothing happened, all quiet with the exception of the crystal, which made a fairy glittering sound at any time it could. Fingers were lifted along with the talisman.
As then the door was knocking a little, with it open, behind the doors. Walking towards you, smith, who was still armed, each step slightly shaking the concrete floors, walked towards you with menace; he seemed to have something in hand.
“ I forgot one important thing, take this blanket, we might need it." He threw something. Lite tries to grab it, but misses, as it lands on the concrete floor, though with swiftness, he takes it from the dirty floors. A white blanket, extremely thick, one that you can find on those hotels, white with a polyester touch, as the inside is good for insulation.
“Did the red paper, or talisman work?."
Lite proceeded to hand the brightly lit paper
"I don’t know if it sticks but nothing happens. Also what is inside that crystal?”
Gary moves slightly as if it’s an uncommon reaction.
“I guess you need a specialised talisman. On the last expeditions, we took her from the fronts; she was a volunteer per se, one of the divisions that got disbanded; as lieutenant order, we took her in an ice capsule, just a nobody.” Gary stops for a second of silence. Before walking close to the ice prison, touching the talisman in hand and placing it on the ice, the spike coldness unbothered the glove hands.
With silence, the air around starts to melt, a combustion occurs on the papers and the red flames that grow from the air, suddenly burst into the ice, spreading on about, as if eating amoeba on the cells. The fire spreads and grows and Gary slowly walks back with the talisman stuck on the ice, burning with a blue glow and red flames all over. The flames eat the ice exterior. As though the fire engulfs, the room is lit tight with titanium shining red from the blazing inferno, all hail, all glory, to the cent of ash corrosive and repulsive to the breathing nature.
Heat, the heat, it burns yet calms as if absorbed to nothing but ashes all around, light all around, blasting to nothing but the obscurity of mania. As more thought punches through, Gary pulls a little and then all sight becomes sane and comprehensive.
As with Smith tells
"Try not to get too close to the red ash fire; they have some hallucinogen in the smoke and fire, for some reason only this fire can break this type of crystal effectively.”
All the lights, soul vouches to the last fire, as all is well controlled and calibrated, the crystal thins out, with little cracks that reach slowly across.
“Don’t let her get hit in the head." Smith lightly pushes Lite onto the crystal, which slowly shatters into small pieces causing fragments to chuck flying around.
As subtle as the whole crystal bursts into many more, the body is exposed to a small amount of gaseous smoke, with light coming a little closer to catch the falls.
gases spread about, inside is a humanoid; hair shorts to her shoulder with coldness; skin of cold shimmer of snow silks, hair of brown to grey and some white strand of hair, with ears tall uprise to the skies comparatively Slavic in appearance; her eyes with grey colours and looks shudder as gravity pulls her.
As he catches the body with the blanket, his breathing tightens with a frozen aura by touch and his skin freezes to the degree of death.
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With smith looking to the side, “Huh, she looks slightly different.”
“Shit, she’s cold..” Lite held on to the blankets, putting them on top of her and trying to wrap the frozen body, as touch felt like ice, yet it was soft, it froze by touch. I Don’t know what the fuck is going, first that gun explode on my face and now this, I feel like this is a fever dream, but she’s extremely cold, I feel like I’m holding an ice cube, is this a dead body?
As then smith came closer to lite, squatting a little.
“Say, should we just Burrito her?”
That’s not really the word to find, but yeah, wrapping her in a thick blanket should do the trick, But is she even alive?
“Hey Smith, is she even alive?”
As Smith looked at the body, as it’s white snow for now.
“ Dunno, try to find any heat source, or just listen to her breathing”
Is he kidding? I guess I need to find myself, the skin is still squishy, but it feels like ice on the touch. If I hold it too much I might get frostbite, the lips, I might be able to hear the breathing, right, I need to get closer.
With lite still holding the girl, with only the blanket to protect him from the frost, even then, the skin still sting from the frostbite. With Lite laying his head near her face, trying to hear the breathing.
As Smith looks on the actions.
‘Hah, he actually did it,’
With the ears close, with the silent room all that was heard, with the seconds, with his ears extremely close to the mouth.
As with it, a small amount of hair blows from the mouth, the extreme feverish air that comes to the ears, contact that feels like nitrogens, as it touches the sensitive skin, he immediately zooms his head farther away from her.
“Ah! Yeah, she lived, god that’s really cold.”
With smith lowering to them
“ Of course, now we need to bring her to your room, wrap her up and can you carry her by yourself, yes?”
What, you want me to carry this Liquid Nitrogen? I mean I can, but just trying to lift half her body right now is giving me lower confidence, and do I really need a naked person in my room? Well it is a shared room, even if it’s luxurious, I still have to sleep with someone beside me it seems.
“Yeah I might need some help with her.”
As Smith stepped down to the floors.
“ Alright, I’ll help, maybe tomorrow we can do some physical training, so be prepared in the morning. Let’s wrap her up.“
Well I guess I was too comfortable in that cell. It was dark as always, at least I can see the sun this time, but still. As Smith was holding on to the two legs, even with the heavy gloved, the cold fever slip through the wools, with Lite wrapping
As Smith slightly giggled.
“ Say, you’ve been very calm over this, a surprise really, I mean holding a unconscious individual who’s naked and everything exposing, it’s the elephant in the room, not really what they hired you per se, like I said, you’re background doesn’t matter, but it’s seems like you have, experience..”
He’s questioning me, I’m I already failing at seeing something? Maybe it’s just something about me, her body, I mean, hm, I never notice, but it seems a little over-exaggeration? I don’t have much knowledge about how anatomy works, but it reminds me of some popular models and cool art. Did we hired a model? I can’t touch it, too cold really, brown hair, and with a face that is extremely clean, you can only see it on some idols or kim kardashian things, even they use make ups, but I don’t see any lining. Body, seems very fit, her muscles are there, not really seeing it. Why did they hire someone who looks this week, though I should not judge, but they hired a woman in an ice cream, was I inside that? I’ll just not question it, this place will give me a mental breakdown if I don’t calm down.
As Lite cough lightly
“I mean, I didn't know what to focus, I, eh, I'm just not focusing I guess.”
With smith nod slowly.
“ As a man, you must fix that. How can you live without feelings? It's fine, let’s bring her up.”
Right, it’s fine, it’s okay, I feel like he’s ridiculing me, I think I might have upset him, sorry, I’ll do better.
As they both tried to lift the girl, a buzz was felt on smith. With the answers and music humming around the room, the sounds remind of East Asia Pop, with a Vocaloid tone, with him swiftly picking up the radio on his plate carrier, big and possibly heavy, with padding on his arm joints and legs. A voice can be heard from the sides, rough and sounds like driving through a crash road, as the voice keeps humming about.
“Yeah, nothing has happened as of yet. Mhm, yeah, right, we will put her in the room.” As he speaks, he suddenly stops and silence fills the rooms with a weighted sense of charcoal, rigid, rough to breathe through the faced air.
“Alright, yeah, alright, I’ll be on it..”
As then, the sounds from his headset were quiet, putting the radio back to his plate carriers. I wish for an answer, but the feeling is unreasonable and different. Let's not do it for now.
He came to her hair and tied it with a rubber he had, making it now shorter. With him holding both of his hands on her feet, pulling them up as if trying to pull them, he looked at you, quiet and silent, he slightly nodded his head and with the help of Smith, she is nothing more but a 30 kg of ammo casing,
“ Just follow me, we will go to the your room”
Lite Nods a little and with it, you both waddle to the exit of the rooms, as the two men bring the helpless bodies from the hallway to the hallways, many doors with each door thick with clean floors as empty boots reverb around the hallways, with it, her eyes is still close, with the help of the rubber band, it keeps her hair from needing to watch once more, with the cold inner of her has dissipated around the ways we’ve been through, as then, you walks toward with many doors on a bigger room with many spaces, like a jail cell with blocks, but instead of metal bars, is more civil as a wooden door. With Smith stopping beside a door, with the placename on top
“Here, you hold her a bit.”
Oh boy, here I go.
“Yeah.”
Smith comes closer to me, causing her feet to fold with her contacting Smith's plate carrier, as he handles with care, lifting off the suspensions, with lite hands on her legs and the other on her backs. She is not cold anyone, well it still is, it feels like a cold cup of water, but the weight of her, it’s extremely heavy! God, half her body is already heavy enough, but man, I’m really out of shape, I should really improve on that, how can I be a good soldier like this.
While Smith rummages through the keys, with him testing out multiple keys, from red to blue colours, as many attempts left, he finally rotates it without a way, an open door. With him opening the door, he enters first as Lite walks behind Smith, with the rooms, are moderate and quite spacious, with a single queen bed, with parent house rooms of spaciousness, for an Infantry room, the rooms are luxurious by the standard of dug in trenches or a small dorm rooms, or a barrack with no personal space.
With Smith opening his black boots, by using the hinge on the back of the shoe as leverage, easily pulling it off, Entering inside, it’s the same room, but looking back to it, it’s very clean, with little to no dust, a windows that’s wide, each of us have a table that is wooden, with a bookshelves on the side, of course empty, and radiator, with a ceiling fan, not bad. Not bad.
With smith walking to the left bed, the unoccupied one, there’s no boots and shoes like mined,
Smith's face looks back
“Put her on the bed.”
With lightly, who’s already shaken to the core.
Lite: “R- right..”
With the steps close to the beds, walking through the cold air conditions with a radiator to the side, with numbness arms wrapping around, slowly lowering his body to the ground with his Knees on the wooden panels.
Placing her on the beds, lifting his hand from her thighs and backs, with little strength he has left, with arms caressing with stiff pain, with Smith unbothered by the complaints.
“The group leader will arrive, you can stay here and report anything, here is a radio” Smith Toss a box of objects with antennas, a radio with a display with colours. Lite Nods to smith, which he then waves lightly, before walking to the doors and closing them, very lightly and gently. With him and this body, he tools a chair beside her bed and sits facing her, with the table beside him, with an office feel into the material it uses, putting his head and his arm as a resting place for his head, watching over the hairs, the breathing calms and silent across, with vibrations of the radiator can be heard.
“It’s so warm, so warm, so.”
All the noise, all the cold showered throughout, all the imagination of grounded cascaded nature of mind casting about the endless pondering on calamity mind shocks. The smell, this, feelings, with foreshadowing black combusting with inner thoughts. So Painful, So soft, So kind, So gentle, So.
The smells of witch, the smell familiar, the end of time.
All I could remember, to the cold concrete floors, waking up inside a bunker
As hour passed by, the change with her slight movement, and eyes open, lit up the radio hanging from his belts closer to his cheeks mouth. As her eyes open and widen by the surroundings, standing beside her, the magic user, the smell is the same as then, even though the snow is cold, she can feel it and it is now much clearer than the trenches of snow. Her hands up to him, oblivious to her attentions of hatred. A ring is formed around her hands, the rings all form a strange symbol across them. With the alchemical transmute arounds her, her hands are reaching someone desperately.
Her eyes, her breathing, her teeth that grind around, I’m I, going to die.
She places her hand on his shoulder, which he retreats, but her speed is subhuman with the speed of lightning across, a sudden beam comes out of her hands, the light blues with freezing sensations beside Lite ears barely dogging it, with his left shoulder feels cold and numbs he tried to swing to her neck, but the feeling of drowsiness around him, headache after headaches, the pains of past time, the same as before, the grounds of the mud and trenches about, her eyes filled with hatred the same as that time..
I couldn't do anything, but I couldn’t move. With his body stiffened up, he drops to the ground with blood tearing apart on his shoulders, blood that froze by such impacts and blood gushes from it, the pain is gone as the numbness arises, as pain strikes the nerves.
After looking, she wakes up, looking down upon him, her eyes are so bright, yet shallow with no remorse, just hatred and more, her eyes flash, with all around sucked into the incoming voids blurry and the darkness is closing in, before a door is open. The girl was suddenly put on the desk, the speed was very fast, as her body was mashed to the tablet with her eyes, not in trances anymore.
All I could hear was the scream of him and another person beside me, god I don’t feel so good again, what is up with my luck, smith, nice eye though, so bright, don’t touch someone like me.
