ocean-life Chapter 155 Bloody
Chapter 155 Bloody
Angelica's feet felt like lead, but she forced herself to move forward, her eyes locked on Vic's collapsed form. The afternoon was silent except for the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze and the distant hum of the academy's lights.
"Stay back, Angelica!" Silas's voice sliced through the stillness like a knife, urgent and commanding.
"Why?" Angelica's voice wavered, her confusion and fear tightening around her throat like a noose.
"It's too dangerous! Just go back inside and stay in your room!" Silas's tone was sharp, his eyes flashing with a desperation she hadn't seen before.
Her eyes darted to the mangled corpse on the ground, the grotesque sight making bile rise in her throat. She swallowed hard, fighting the nausea and the terror bubbling inside her.
"Tell me what's going on! What happened to that student? Who did this? Where are his organs? And what is happening to Vic?!" Her voice broke as she spat out the questions, each word a dagger of fear.
Silas's face darkened, his jaw clenching tightly. He closed the distance between them with swift, determined strides, his eyes cold and unyielding.
"You really want to know what's happening?" he hissed, his voice low and deadly. "I'm trying to kill Vic. I would have done it already if you hadn't shown up. And you want to know why?" His eyes burned into hers, a storm of anguish and anger swirling within them. "Because he was scratched and infected by a shifer! He's a monster now, Angelica! He's the one who killed that student. He tore him open and ate his organs!"
Angelica's breath caught in her throat, her vision blurring as the weight of his words crashed down on her. Her knees wobbled, and she swayed, the world tilting precariously. The blood-slick ground seemed to shift beneath her feet.
"W-w-what are you saying, Silas? This... this can't be true," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, hollow with disbelief.
"It's the truth," Silas said, his voice hard and unrelenting. "I didn't tell you because I didn't think you could handle it. But that thing lying there isn't Vic anymore. It's a monster in his skin, and if I don't kill him, more people will die." He turned abruptly, his face a mask of cold resolve as he began to walk away.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
"Wait!" Angelica's trembling hand shot out, grabbing his arm. Her fingers felt tiny and fragile against his tense, muscled forearm.
"Just remember what I said," Silas warned, his eyes cold steel. "If he kills again, I'll have no choice."
She nodded, unable to speak, and turned away. As she walked back toward the building, she cast one last glance at Vic's unconscious form, her heart aching with fear and hope.
When she was gone, Silas crouched beside Vic, staring down at his friend's pale face.
"This is my fault," he thought bitterly, his stomach churning with guilt. "I shouldn't have gone after that mutant. I should've let the guilds handle it. I was so damn greedy for the rewards that I dragged Vic into this mess. And now look where it got us."
He clenched his jaw, his eyes burning with regret. Vic hadn't volunteered; he'd followed out of loyalty, out of friendship. And now, he was paying the price for Silas's ambition.
Silas slipped his hands under Vic's head and legs, lifting him with ease. The weight of his friend felt insignificant compared to the burden in his chest. He carried Vic through the shadowy hallways, the silence pressing down on him like a suffocating fog.
After what felt like an eternity, he reached the VIP section. The two guards stepped forward, their eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Where do you think you're going?" one of them growled, his voice a low rumble.
Silas met their glares head-on. "I'm taking my friend to his room," he said evenly.
The guards glanced at Vic, their eyes widening at the sight of blood smeared across his clothes and face.
"What the hell happened to him? And is that blood?" they demanded, their voices tight with disbelief and alarm.
Silas's grip on Vic tightened. He took a deep breath, steadying himself for what came next.