Industrial Breathing
"Enduring my last breath, I will never back
down."
In this
world, humans are rare specimens. Only a few are said to be alive. However, in
this town, the town known as 'Dream', there's a master that creates robots as a
living. Now, there are machines to fill in the gaps of humanity that was once
there. But a war broke out between the world, and it was then divided in twos.
Two worlds, different from each other fight till the death, and only one master
shall rule both kingdoms. There shall only be one master, and two kingdoms. Who
will survive? And who will die in pure solitary?
Chapter Three
Beginning of Our Bond
Knock-knock…
I gently
knocked on Skylar’s open bedroom door to gather his attention. When he faced my
way, I replied, “I hope you’re okay with me using your shirt. Found it in the
bathroom.” I raised my thumb back, pointing towards the bathroom with it.
“Idiot,”
Skylar got up from his office chair and stomped his way to his wardrobe on the
other end of the bed. “How would you know if that’s even clean yet?”
“It seemed
clean,” I shrugged my shoulders, “would it really matter anyway?”
Skylar pulled
out a white dress shirt off from his clothes hanger and handed me the clean
shirt while turning his head away from my direction. “Use this. It’s cleaner.
Besides, that’s one of my favourite shirts you’re wearing. Don’t you dare
stretch it,” he warned while his head faced the other course.
Giggle
escaped my breath as I pinched the baggy white, scoop necked shirt with a
pocket on the left chest. “This is your favourite shirt? I would’ve thought
you’d have more fashion sense in you, but I guess not,” I grabbed the dress
shirt he was holding.
“That shirt’s
really thin; you can see everything,” Skylar pointed out as he turned his head
around to prove his point. “Wear what I gave you, and you’ll be safe from
rapists tonight.”
“Yeah right,”
my eyes rolled, giving him a slight attitude check. “Besides, I’d wish you told
me earlier about the shirt stretching. I already tugged on it while I was in
the bathroom. I think I might’ve caused a tear in the material,” I teased,
cooing at him for ruining his favourite plain shirt.
Skylar cocked
an eyebrow, shooting a death glare my way, as if I was asking for a death wish.
“You didn’t,” he growled as I stuck out my tongue at him.
“I don’t
know; maybe you should see for yourself. That’s if you’re daring enough to come
at me.” I was well aware that what I’d said sounded sexual, and I was pretty
much asking to be attacked. Oh yes, I was fully well-aware of all of that.
My feet
pivoted in the direction of the hallway, ready to push down on the rusty bronze
door handle with my hand. There was a swift movement that froze me on the spot.
A grip held tightly on my right wrist, preventing me to leave a single step. My
head flipped at his direction, eyeing down at my caught wrist. “What?”
“I want my
shirt back,” he flared an attitude, quickly lifting up my caught wrist up high
and forcefully spun me anticlockwise on the spot. He pushed me onto the door,
my left elbow wedged in a lock, and arm pressed against my back. My cheek was
planted onto the cold surface of the door. “And you’re not leaving until I get
it back as it is.”
His surprise
had caught me off-guard. “I see you aren’t hesitant to pick a fight with a
chick.” Smirk approached my lips.
Skylar’s
haste movement wasted no second. It was smooth, rapid, yet deadly. “What can I
say? The dominant alpha male likes a good strip tease.”
I could sense
the mockery in the midst of his tone. “Keep dreaming,” I snorted, kicking my
foot behind. Skylar scooted back, dodging my raised rear kick. His grip on my
back loosened up a bit. Using my left hand, I pushed off, rotating myself so
that my arm was no longer locked behind my back. I smirked as I positioned my
back against his chest, ready to throw him off my shoulder.
“Wrong move,”
he whispered against my ear, wrapping his right arm against my throat. He
barred my wrists with his strength on my left shoulder, while my hands halted
at his other wrist.
His biceps
chocked around my neck. “Touché,” I gritted my teeth, clenching them as I
released my right arm away from my left shoulder and placed it under Skylar’s
elbow. Thoughts rushed my mind, imagining risky scenarios that meant losing my
pride in a fight for the rightful superior role. I first pulled his left wrist
down and pushed his right forearm above, while I bent down and turned at a
rational distant, where my left foot was brought back. I twisted his arm behind
his back. “But I guess now there’s been a turn of events.”
Chuckle
escaped Skylar’s breath. “You’ve been out in the wild for too long.”
I stretched
his elbow up higher. Pain etched across his face. “Far too long,” I admitted
with a cold lonely tone.
“Then,”
Skylar rotated his head, “shall we change that?” He faced towards the closest
wall, charged up and flipped himself over, freeing from the back arm lock grip
I once hand. His bicep barricaded my neck from the back, once again. This time,
I didn’t freeze and let the fear of being chocked get the best of me. My
fingers gripped around his bicep, allowing myself to give a bit of feet
distance before doing a shoulder throw. “Not today,” I replied, as I bent my
knees, held my torso upright, bent my body forward, and tugged his arm over my
shoulder with full force. Skylar rolled to evade his fall. He rolled up into a
handstand position with one hand. With a slight twist in hand adjustment, he
landed back on his feet and faced forward.
“Not bad,”
Skylar commented, “but it could use a bit more work.” He had his arms crossed
on his chest, holding a composed facial appearance as I shot fierce looks his
way.
“I could say
the same to you,” I charged forth, remarking on his actions as he did to mine. “They’re Impressive,” I leaped over his shoulders
as he drew himself in a self-defence position, “but a massive show off at the
same time.” My foot kicked his spine in between his shoulder blades where he
fell faced forward first, then rolled onto his back. Quickly, I gathered the
energy reaching for his neck and planted myself on top of his chest knowing how
swift his reaction timings were. “What will Skylar do next?”
Skylar’s
green eyes went small, taking into surprise of the unexpected risky move I’d
made. “That’s a good question,” he answered, clasping his hands in between my
grip on his neck, “What will I do next, I wonder,” Skylar finished teasing. “This—“
He raised my hands high up, turned to one side and slid me off a position that once
showed my true strength and independence as a survivor up until now. His force
led me to the floor, being the weaker individual in position of the bottom, whilst
he was the stronger alpha male on the top.
“I may have
underestimated your abilities, Lilith,” he sneered, throwing gleaming joy of showing
off his masculine trait with my hands pinned to the ground. I gagged inside,
confirming how much of a show off he really was.
His gripped
tightened on my wrists held above my head, preventing me from swaying out of
the mess. I wasn’t going to squeal my way out, just because I was a female
underling. I wasn’t going to act worthless because I couldn’t stand up for
myself either. Instead, I did the opposite. – I fought back, attempting to
gather the urge to shake off the clutch.
“Though, you
really need to stop struggling,” he growled, leaning in his head close to my
neck. His hot breaths brushed against my skin as I felt his hair tickling at
the surface of my cheek to the bareness of my neck.
I couldn’t be
freed from his compelled strength no matter how much I fought back or struggled
against his will. The way he acted was ruthless an undeniably beastly to react
by force than I thought. I smothered the courage to fire back a thought before
he’d slip his teeth down onto my collarbone. “Don’t touch me or I’ll rip your
shirt.”
A rush of his
breath exhaled onto my neck, while hearing the chuckles of his laughter
entering through my ears. “It’s too late for that now. You’re already wearing
my shirt,” he whispered in, “now I have to strip it off you with my teeth.”
Shudder
spread throughout my body with a single tease given off by a complete
sociopathic male. “You won’t be able to take it off like that, genius.”
“I know what
I’m doing, now shush and enjoy the punishment.” Skylar nibbled the helix of my
ear before continuing to tug the hem of the scoop-necked shirt.
“Get off me,”
there was a sneer in the depths of my voice. “You’re going to pay for this.”
“The only
thing I will be paying for is your medical insurance,” Skylar paused, lifting
his head centimetres above mine. “And I’m not going to do that,” he smirked,
pressing his forehead against mine.
Beneath my
breath was a vulgar mutter, “Selfish bastard.” I could feel the snicker and the
mocking of his expression behind his solid cruel mask.
His ego got
the best of him, a tone that had the trace of sarcasm. “Ouch—”
“—I didn’t even throw a punch yet.”
“But I heard
that,” Skylar commented. “You will medicate me, right Nurse Lilith?” His touch
of his frontal temple departed, where he allowed himself to plant a quick peck
to my forehead.
“How about we
compromise?” I didn’t say it out of a change of heart. His small kiss on the
forehead meant nothing. Although his last trace of his lips had left a
permanent marking engraved inside of my head, the hot rushes of my blood spread
throughout my body. Butterflies rushed around and I could feel my limbs blast
with an unstable vibe.
“Will Lilith
my own personal nurse?”
“No, but if
you don’t get off me, I will head butt you, wrap my hands around your neck in
the most non-kinky way whilst your grip is loose, push you to one side, and
somewhat, run for my life.” My head turned, eyeing for the door for escape. “Would
you really risk your precious face to be damaged by the beautiful Lilith?”
He stopped,
as if thinking through his actions was really the greatest idea to begin his
alter motives. I was winning at this rate if he was thinking of giving in, even
if he was the dominant alpha male on top and I was the one on the bottom.
“You’re
right, I can’t risk it…” Skylar murmured in a defeated matter. “I’m not doing
it for my sake, by the way. It’s for yours,” he released the control between my
wrist. “But as a return, you have to do something for me,” Skylar pushed
himself off and stood up, raising a hand down at my track.
I gripped on
his hand as he pulled me up from great force. He was strong, even though he had
a very slim build for an eighteen year old. I hadn’t realized how tan his skin
was up until now, and how bottle green his eyes really were. “Thanks.”
“Get changed
and I’ll tell you the favour. It’s hard to look at you wearing less layering.
It’s going to get colder tonight; trust me, I know.”
“Alright
then,” I replied obediently. I might’ve been lost in his gaze and reassurance
of the night falling cold, but that was mainly because I was always the one
being chased as the moonlit rose above the darkened night sky. “I’ll trust you on it,” my voice seemed
sincere at that point of time. Since when have I ever put my trust in anything
before other than my own self-esteem to get through wild nights of chasings and
free instincts to stay alive? Never—but to know that this was the first feeling
I’d gotten in so long, since the time I’d started running away as an orphan
counting down the nights where I’ve survived, this was definitely the first and
foremost, the oddest thing I’d said to anyone.
Just what was
running through my mind at that time? Even then, I wasn’t sure. The words,
‘I’ll trust you on it’ just keep replaying inside my mind. Just what the hell
is going on with me, I thought to myself.
I think I
might need help.
“I’ll be
outside, waiting. Hurry up until then,” Skylar wrapped his hand around his
bedroom doorknob and shut the door behind him on his way out. I heard him
stride away down the hall in his slightly baggy black pants, and a pair of
black lace up combat boots, covered by two belt buckles latched at the front
where the laces were. His strides were heavy until they dispersed into the lion
chamber room with the enormous lion chandelier glued above the whole area.
Hastily, I
hurried along and stripped off the thin white shirt, being careful that I
hadn’t ripped his favourite shirt. Despite the fact that I said I might’ve
pulled on the material and teased him for that, deep down, I wasn’t that mean
enough to do something as childish as that to ruin a perfectly good piece of
clothing, even if it was an item of clothing that wasn’t owned by me either. The
truth was: I’d feel extra bad if I ever did something as mean as that. Of
course, it was something I was willing to keep to myself for quite a long time.
It was like a weak point of I, who believed everything I’ve done was meant to
be done alone.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick—
My ears
perked around, listening to a continuous ticking noise as if a robotic insect
had filed its way into the room. I tossed Skylar’s white dress shirt onto his
king sized bed, and listened in on the clinking noise, hiding around the obstacles.
…tick-tick-tick—
The noise
shifted from one area to another. Without a second to lose, I gripped my hand onto
the handle of my dagger where I had released it from its sheath tied around my
thigh, and grounded myself into a battling stance position, despite being
half-dressed for the situation. The ticking noise circled around me, knowing my
full existence being present in Skylar’s room.
“It’s just
you and me,” I whispered vilely after hearing the clinking noise of a metal
insect halt to a stop. I shifted the corner of my eyes from left to right,
despite the solitary air filling the room. I waited for my target to appear
itself, even if time had drifted us apart slowly. We were of two different
worlds, I believed.
Breath
escaped my mouth when two copper metallic pincers flung towards my neck. My arm
reached out, pushing the scorpion away from my neck, whilst the dagger in my
other hand drilled into the centre of the arachnid’s body. I changed position,
switching my feet position to where I faced the side of the scorpion. My legs
quickly engaged towards the metallic insect where I forcefully swung it against
the wall. I was careful that I didn’t graze a single mark on Skylar’s fragile
bedroom wall, knowing full well that I could attract unwanted predators into
the base.
Air trailed
into my lungs as I walked over to the last remains of the scorpion on the other
end of the room. Small geared parts fell to the ground as I recovered my dagger
from in between the arachnid’s body. It was small, about the palm of my hands,
yet, its pincers were blunter than a razor. I sheathed my weaponry back into
its original place then advanced may way over to Skylar’s bed.
Buttoning up
the plain white dress shirt Skylar gave me, I rolled both sleeves up at elbow
length. I picked up the single piece of clothing then folded it neatly and
placed it on his bed. “I didn’t stretch it, okay?” I wasn’t talking to anyone
in general, but myself. I patted the clothing down, removing any wrinkles that
presented itself on the folded shirt. There was no meaning towards my doings
anyway. It was just out of courtesy and respect, I reminded myself. Nothing
more, I repeated in my mind before leaving Skylar’s room, satisfied of my own
self-reflection done in such a short amount of time.
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