Forever Lost

Chapter Thirty-Six: When I See Prey, I Attack

My eyelids flutter open to find the bottom of a wooden canapy. I sit up, holding my head as I get a head rush.

"You alright?"

I turn to find Chris as he exits the hyper tank in his blue bordered, black training suit. "Yeah, just a head rush." I'm alarmed to hear my voice raspy. I cough into my arm. "Sorry, I meant to say--"

"I know," he cuts me off, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Jest a head rush." he smiles softly, resting his hand on mine.

I smile as he, expression soft. "How did one on one time go with you?"

He looks away. "Private training was a bitch to me."

"Oh really, what happened?"

He sighs heavily before turning back to look at me. "I spotted Torra with Jessica walking to Activitis while I was training with Kyle in Aperta Pratum."

"Well what's so bad about that?"

His gaze drops. "I sort of went bazerk when I entered the meld form and I kind of attacked them."

"You did what?" I stare at him with wide, alarmed eyes.

He nods. "I was in the meld form when they came in. I was already stressed at the moment, and seeing them just pushed me over the edge."

"What?"

"I know." his tone is ashamed.

"No I mean why were you stressed and how did that push you over the edge? It doesn't make sense to me."

"Oh," he stands, stretching. "Let's just say that when I meld with Kyle, my mind becomes overwhelmed with this feeling of power and I can't control myself." he informs, walking down the small hall. "When I see possible prey, I attack." and with that, he leaves the room.

When I see prey, I attack. I may be paraphrasing but still, something about that statement just doesn't sound right, especially coming from Chris' mouth.

I shrug and slide my legs out from under the covers. I find my footing before standing.

Let's see, what am I doing today? I think to myself as I walk towards the glass room. I'm about to enter but stop when I see my reflection in the mirror.

My eyes, they seem different. I walk closer to it, stopping in front of them. I clasp my hand over my mouth when I notice the difference.

What borders my pupils is a bright red, just like a ruby. It's then it hits me.

What really happened to me last night?

A thought bursts in my mind and I run over to the desk. I hurry to open up the hidden compartment and pull out my canvas journal. Not even bothering to unhook the strap, I rip open the cover, the elastic snapping. I flip through the pages until I find it.

There, in the pages read:

12th of Willow, 2049, Journal Entry #8, Kurma

Everything is going according to plan. Her time is almost up, Kyle's mind has been infected, and Haji doesn't suspect a thing. Just two more years and I'll be free. Just two more years.

-Daemone Melody

Plan, what plan? And who the hell is Hagi? Better yet, if I'm the only one who writes in this, why the hell did I write this, and when? And what about the signature? Daemone Melody. What the fuck does that mean?!

I know what I have to do now, so I leave with the journal still in my hand.

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[Kaya]-