Episode 12
Elliott's POV
The next day
"Shit..." I groan, weakly and sluggishly pulling myself up my feet's.
"Crystals?" I question, twitching wierdly after finding myself amidst a crystalline transparent cell having a metal floor.
"Ohhh..no..no..noo. No way" I cry,running my hand along the crystalline surface of the wall, feeling it's toxicity set my arm ablaze.
"Shit...diamond plutonium" I groan, still clutching tightly to my burnt hand which slowly heals up.
Crashing to the metal ground,thoughts of events relating to the activities at the dinner with the royalties flood's through my memory, heightening the deadly fury and rage within me.
"I meant no harm at that dinner!..." I scream,continuously punching the metal floor,giving it deep stumps.
"I need to get the hell outta here"
