They Called Me FIVE

LANCE

"Really? Where?" I can imagine the two lean from their prison cell closer. I can't exactly tell them it's just a hunch and may sound really ridiculous. Yet I already let the news out of my tongue. No stopping it.

"Seven is inside of Meira, I mean the Temptress. Currently asleep and have her life blessing slowly suck out to sustain her younger self." 

Magnus and fake Seven burst out laughing. "That's ridiculous." 

I waved off their talks of 'impossible'. The moment I speak it out loud, a soft rustle of petals came from my left. When I look over, there's a piece of blue rose beside me. The bloom is two times bigger than the roses fake Seven had given me.

I smiled. Man, it's been so long since I've felt this happy. For the whole seventy days of being tortured and dying everyday, having a weird rose sprouting in grey cold walls is like having a pepperoni steaming pizza filling my stomach. 

God, I missed it.

The two weren't done laughing in my head. I waited. If I was the same man back then, I would get really pissed. But right now, it's like all the 'care' I have in my cell was plucked out. I'm not totally heartless. 

I just set my prioritize straight. Never trusting anyone again. Except Magnus and Seven. I'll add fake Seven Alpha Beast in the picture if she wants. I put the rose to my nose and sniff. Smelled like flowerfields. Mellow, I can actually feel the sun gently kissing my skin.

Speaking of sun, since when did I come out to see it? The stars too. Some part of me was a bit disappointed it wasn't the real Seven whose been giving me blue rose back at Opra. But now I knew it was her in the rooftop, I'm already in the clouds. And that was enough.

When the two finally gone silent, I said. "You guys done laughing? I hope your wounds ache laughing that much Magnus." 

He sneered. "Too bad I don't. You just gave me permission to access fifty percent of your power right? Now I won't need to suffer and groan and have girly moaning drama for my missing limbs. They grew back almost instantly anyway." 

"I see." I twirl the stem in my fingers. The blue rose dancing right before my very eyes. 

"Too bad you don't believe what I just said. Seven just confirmed my suspicion is true. See? She's given me her trademark. I have her Moon rose with me."

"Woah, woah, hold your horses there Lance. What did you just say?!" Magnus said, panic striken. I grin.

"I really think its not only emotions you're connected there Alpha beast. I have a feeling she can hear our whole conversation from the start. Of course, to avoid the Temptress who trap her she doesn't speak. But she gave a sign  to say 'Yes, you're right.' Now let's proceed to the plan. How are we gonna bust out of here, meet in between, free Seven from her prison and get out of here alive?" I tell the two.

"Easy. We're on the same corridor Lance, if you didn't notice. Alpha Beast here will escape first, release all the imprison beasts they kept at the basement as distraction. Me and Lance will waltz in the corridor, kill every skully warriors we see and rip out Temptress flesh to release Seven. How's that?" 

"Works for me." I affirmed.

"Idiot. Plans need to be detailed. Not 'you go create trouble, we go crack skulls' type of plans. Those are too generalized. Bound to fail. And we can't risk failing now." Fake Seven said.

I clench my fist. The shadows in my palm are itching to be released. It's hungry. It wants to devour those useless piece of shizt who crack permanent damage to my brain.

"Trust us, this won't fail. In fact, this plan relies more on the bait. Create more trouble Alpha Beast, the one that forces all the skully, Aufs and Faery idiots to flock around then boom. We kill them. That simple." I said confidently. 

Magnus chuckled while listening to me. I can't deny the crazy glint dancing in my eyes right now. My trembling fingers that can't calm down. It takes effort to suppress it. For seventy days they transform the clueless innocent me…into a blood thirsty monster.

Our talks have drift far too easily. Especially when fake Seven share useless information. But I can detect she has an idea what kind of 'ruckus' she'll create. I'm looking forward to it.

After saying see you tomorrow to each other, the connection was cut and I laid back on my bed. My heart is gradually beating faster. The black veins has danced to all the parts of my body. Telling me they want release. 

They want to taste another life force. Fresh. Tasty. Crunchy. I can't deny their needs. Or was it my needs. I'm having trouble differentiating now. I gave up on trying to sleep and turn to push up instead. 

Pouring out some sweat. It takes five thousand before my arms felt strained. I stopped. I slapped the Mark of Five in my arm. All around me, the shadows I've come to live with pops out like fireworks. They dance around me. Became bigger and more intimidating. 

The me before will get scared to see a whole tidal wave of black sinister shadow that can kill any kind of specie that has life when it pass by. But not the hard tone present me. I work out for seventy days, I honed my blessing, I test my limits, I even have the energy to cut off my leg so I could bring out my maximum potential.

I reach out and plunge my finger. I was the source. I felt safe, embracing the shadows like an old friend. I'm suddenly reminded of my Dad. Of the days we spent together. How lacking my life was with him.

Before, I was compassionate, I tried to be understanding. Right now, I can't feel any trace of those. Only malice. Revenge. The drive to kill him right before my very eyes. Lista too. 

Oh believe me, I would take my time, torturing them.