液态欲望

Chapter 213  A Remnant of the Past

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In a blue coloured, wide room decorated with neatly arranged furniture by the wall, I was sitting at the center of the room on the queen sized bed as I recalled the important events that had occurred in the last 6 or 7 months. The events that have occurred in this apocalypse, to be precise.

My eyes look at the wide door in front of me that was locked from the outside, caging me inside in this golden net of \'safety and security.\' It was my father\'s decision after I tried sneaking out for the third time in the hope of finding Michael somewhere in that destroyed city. I had even lost my connection with George this time, who was still in Meria Country.

"Michael, where are you?" I questioned as I turned left to see the mirror showing my proper reflection. The pink hair that has turned a little blackish as I upgraded my powers last time. My deep red eyes showing my Gift of Accelerated Vision.

Currently, I was wearing a cream coloured dress, gifted by my mother to me when I made it back here without a scratch on my body. Rather than being happy about me being alive, she was more proud about how I was better than the rest of my cousins. Not only did it make my blood boil but also I felt disgusted to have a mother like that. If she had a choice, she might even throw me away in exchange for the worthless pride of hers.

\'I wonder what Alissa is doing?\' I thought as I recalled how she was taken away by that plant girl who spoke something along the lines of \'We are taking our savior.\'

\'It didn\'t seem like she was hurting her. More like asking for help from her… I pity the plants more if that is the case,\' I thought as a smile formed on my face. In the few weeks that I had worked with Alissa, I ended up knowing exactly what kind of person she was. She was manipulative, calm, calculative, collected, and much more than that. If she wants something, it would be rare for her to not get it. This was one of the reasons why I wasn\'t really worried when she got kidnapped by the plants. But still, I wonder what she is doing right now.

-Click!

The door opened from the other side, making me wonder who it could be at this time of the day. It was already midnight and most of the people should be either sleeping or patrolling the perimeter.

Slowly, the door opened up, showing the face of my little sister entering the room.

\'Amila,\' I muttered silently as I looked at my sister, who had a strikingly similar resemblance to me. Her pink hair, which was a bit purplish, tied in two ponytails, and her deep red eyes, showing her Gift of Amplification Sight, were something a bit different from mine. Adding her short stature was another thing that differentiated her from me.

"Hey Carol. What are you doing? Don\'t tell me that you are still thinking about that weakling?" she spoke with a slightly irritated face. Her eyes were glaring at me as she spoke those words, but I didn\'t really care about them.

"What are you doing here, Amila?" I ignored her questions and the look she was giving me, and directly went to point.

"You! I am telling you. He is dead. Gone. If you continue attaching yourself to something that has long gone, it will end up hurting you more than you might imagine," She shouted at me. Amila was 14, right now. An age where girls like her should fantasize about high school romance or something, not fighting zombies for their lives. From what I have heard, she had lost her best friend in a ferocious exchange against an A-Grade Zombie. It was truly luck that saved her at that time, but this was kind of too much for her to take at that time. She kept herself locked for months before one day she walked out on her own, and started talking to everyone like nothing happened.

Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing is something that nobody knew. Luckily, when I came, she jumped at me and started talking more than usual, before one day she opened up to me and cried like the girl she was. She told me everything in precise detail and I, being an elder sister, listened to her words with great attention.

I provided her with every support I could and somehow we formed a bond that we didn\'t even know we could in this life. That is the reason she is worried about me whenever something related to Michael comes up.

\'But Michael is different. Literally,\' I thought as I recalled what happened last time. It wasn\'t the zombies that killed him, but he was frozen in space, just like that. We tried everything we could, but he didn\'t budge from his position. Even the surrounding area where he was didn\'t break, no matter what we did. The zombies couldn\'t get to him, in fact, I believe it would be a miracle if they got to him.

One more thing that made me feel relaxed was the position in which he was frozen. He was sleeping like a baby without any care in the world.

\'Somehow, it made me relaxed about the way he was sleeping. Made me glad for some reason.\' I smiled, blushing a little as I thought about it once again.

"Sister!!!\' angrily shouted Amila, as she ran at me, trying to hit me. Looking at her annoyed expression, a smile blossomed on my face as I caught her punch and hugged her tightly.

"It\'s fine. You will understand everything when you meet him. He has just been gone for sometime, I believe he will return soon, surprising all of us," I spoke with confidence, making her even more annoyed. She tried breaking away from my hug, but she wasn\'t strong enough to do so.

In the end, she could only give up, as she sighed and spoke,"there is something that you need to know." Her voice was serious, compared to the previous annoyed tone where a tinge of playfulness was present. This time, she was completely serious.

Noticing that, I let her go, and she separated herself and asked,"Do you remember that HIV guy, who was responsible for whatever happened with your boyfriend?" Her eyes were trying to recall something as she placed her hand on her chin.

"You mean Ray? That psychopath?" I questioned. Of course, I remember him. He had been a pain in the as*, ever since my high school, never leaving me alone, stalking wherever he could. The fact that he went as far as to destroy someone\'s life, someone who was dear to me, was enough to seal the deal that I was going to kill him in the worst way possible. The law did a favor to him by locking him behind bars.

"Yeah. So… he is here," spoke Amila as she looked at me with an awkward yet exhausted tone. And me… I smiled widely…

"So I can kill him with my own hands?!" It was exciting to even think about it. The fact this opportunity was presented to me by fate itself, I couldn\'t be more happier about it.

"That is good and all but there is a tiny problem we have right now…" she spoke with an awkward expression on her face as she finished her sentence,"Brother is talking with him right now."