Chapter 3: Survival
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I could feel the blistering rays of the sun caressing my face, I wanted to open my eyes but the heavy light made it difficult. My body felt a bit stiff and heavy.
And the feeling, it wasn't the usual feeling I find when I wake up even though my eyes were closed, I still knew it.
Where was I?
Definitely not in my room because my room is a bit darker and as a matter of fact, I am not used to feeling the sun rays enter into my room this bright.
I attempted to concentrate on the sound instead; it was a different kind of sound. What is that again? Is my sense of hearing working well?!
Clearly, I'm hearing things.
That doesn't make sense; I was on the cold ground, eyes yet to open, sensing a bit light-headed, and on top of that, the sound and this light.
It’s like some strange voices were around me, but I can’t understand a thing?
Finally, my eyes shot bolt open, a white ceiling appeared in view.
What the hell? I looked at my surroundings and a gasp escaped from me. Now, this is obviously not what I was expecting.
I found myself surrounded by people they had kept some distance between me and them as if I’m going to burn them. I heard people mumbling, but the creepy part was that they were all staring at me.
Then after a moment or so, everything came crashing like waves in my head had risen from the horizon.
I went to get my necklace and then…… I don’t remember what happened, but I believe I had passed out.
But I should have been in on site not in the show of the museum.
What is with these people?? And what is with their clothes… er? I mean costumes.
Looking around I realized people were in different clothes women in a lovely long gown with the delicate working of lace on their fabrics and a feather hat. While men in suits, bow or ties. Something out of the cinematic movie.
I looked at myself and felt a bit self-conscious. Being the only one who had worn casual, a one-piece black loose pocket jumpsuit, yellow jacket, a thin light brown belt, and plain light brown sandals.
And my hair was left down, letting its natural curls. Well, I’m beautiful so I don’t think it should matter much.
I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. Turning around I saw an old man sitting on the top of the stair on a silver chair with delicate crafting all over it and looked down at me.
I asked a lady nearby “Hey there you woman, who is that old man over there acting all high and mighty?”
The lady who I asked simply kept on staring at me looking terrified... I think she is shy?
“Alright, hey dude, why are y’all staring at me like that?” What the- why is he looking at me as if I did something wrong have they all gone nuts?
Wait a minute, Is this is a movie set? “Alright then get the darn camera! Where is the camera crew? I didn’t sign up for this!”
“Unless Leonardo DiCaprio is there and it is Titanic 3 ?. Oh, and the title ‘Titanic 3: The Revenge of the Ship.’ Just kidding, but where is the cast?”I look around but there wasn't a single visible camera and they were still staring at me like angry birds.
I want to get away from this nonsense. I unconsciously tightly held my purse handle. The old man spoke in a strange language, fear started to increase why can’t I understand them. Am I the only one who can’t understand?
Should I leave or stay? Or just wait for the right moment?
I didn’t realize that a young man walked towards me. In nervousness, I slowly took two steps behind, but all of a sudden he came in front of me.
“What are you doi- ”
In my 23 years, well almost 24 years, I never saw a man walk so fast, it didn’t make sense. No, I might be hallucinating... yeah, I am hallucinating.
I felt his gaze on me. I looked up at that man…
Why do these handsome creatures keep appearing in my life these days? The man in front of me was the epitome of beauty.
He cuts a striking figure with his stocky frame, beatific smile and pitch-black long hair swept back which was thick and lustrous
His eyes were mesmerizing deep emerald green eyes with few golden flecks. His face was strong and defined model-like features.
As he looked deeply into my eyes, I saw my reflection in them as if soul searching for an answer. I blushed which caused a grin on his face to etch larger.
He slowly picked my hand, kissing the back of it in such a smooth manner, ‘Wait is he a smooth playboy get a hold of yourself girl there is already someone you like!’
He didn’t utter any words, as if he didn’t want to break the spell cast by him, and made a gesture to me to follow. I did not wish to follow him so easily, but he just had that effect.
I ended up following him, it’s like my legs were under his spell. 'Yeah that’s it, I’m hypnotized by him' I concluded in my mind.
I agree this man was exquisite, handsome but despite everything he couldn't surpass Ethan in beauty.
Ethan was just another level. But how could there be anyone so beautiful?
‘How about I do this........’ I pinched myself in the hope that it was some weird dream. ‘Ouch’ no, it is not a dream!
He didn’t speak a word and he took me to a room, which had a queen size bed, dresser, book shelf, a full-length mirror, and a small tea table with two similar chairs beside it. Quite a good room, not even my bedroom has so many things.
He turned towards me, “Kronos”.
He muttered something which I totally didn’t understand!
What is this handsome jerk trying to say!!!
“Kronos,” He said again, pointing at himself. With a straight face and not much emotion were displayed on his face.
“Kronos” I murmured slowly. What does he mean by that? He made a little nod as soon as I said correctly pointing at him.
Darn, so this handsome jerk can be cute as well.
‘Oh! That’s his name, well, I think?
Damn, how can a grown up adult man look so cute?
While all he is doing is pointing at himself and giving a tiny little nod, can I kidnap him and take him home with me.
It is kind of adorable how he did it... How did he know I can’t understand them though?’
He threw a playful smile on his perfect lips. As he looks deeply into my eyes.
He looked at me with a scornful eye and again said something to a maid nearby in that weirdo language of his and smirked at me.
That's what ticked me off.
All the thoughts of him being cute flew out of the window.
"Oh cocky huh you little- let me tell you something, you're not as good looking as you think. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?! You look like a frog, your nose resembles a horse, and don't even get me started on the lips. Those lips of yours look like alligator lips. Overall you look like Frankenstein. Yeah, that is how you look." I said which was a total lie.
I took a deep breath after delivering such a long speech in a go. But I can't help it; I hate men who are cocky.
"Who the hell you think you are?" I asked him irritatingly.
His lips were grimly stitched together and his eyes looked at me stared straight into mine then he cracking his neck from side to side as if preparing for a boxing match and turns to leave closing the door behind.
Just leaving me dumb folded.
'What the hell?!!'
Okay, now it's time to look for some answers because not every day you wake up and find yourself in a mysterious place.
Thanks to all those crimes shows, Forensic files, Sherlock, etc. I better I try to think like them…..
Number one survive,
Number two survive,
And lastly, survive.
Wow, a flawlessly sorted out plan... I better think seriously about this.
Wiping the kiss he gave on the back of my hand rubbing it on my clothes. I decided to search for a conclusion.
I remembered I was in the museum, and then I left…
‘Ethan’ I whispered out, tears were threatened to flow from my eyes I stood straighter and wiped my tears now is not the time. What happened after that? I forced myself to remember in detail. I ran away from there and then I kneeled on the ground and I can’t remember anything else after that.
Looking around there were no windows and just another door.
I slowly walk towards the door reaching out for the handle. Gripping the handle, I pulled the door open it made a creaking voice and the sight in front of me-
OH MY GOD!!!!!
I did the only thing that I thought was fine and-
I
Yelled
"Aaaa aaa aaaa...
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