The CURSE: Deadly Games
● THREE ●
***
A woman was seen immersing her face in the arms of her hands.
"Hey, Nor. What was? What the hell's going on? Why are you alone sitting pensively here on the evacuation ladder? Are those transfer employees messing with you?" ask someone who suddenly came to Eleanor, breaking her daydream.
"Yes?? Oh, no Vid, just sitting tight, tired was out from the bottom," he sounded weak, his face was staring at the nanar level by the stairs, hiding his red eyes a little damp.
"Bottom? Why did you use the evacuation ladder? There's an elevator" said Favid.
"What a look, if you're lying. Mending you just be honest with me. What exactly is going on?" asked Favid, a little worried about Eleanor, it turned out that her eyes were quite observant so that Eleanor's eyes were immediately detected by her.
"What the hell, Vid," he exclaimed, looking angry. "We're not that close, Vid."
He began to climb the stairs with a footstroke that resounded loudly. Not a hint of guilt arose and disturbed Eleanor's mind. Of course, over the years his attitude has never been better than that.
"Wait, Nor," said Favid hurriedly, then immediately raised his leg running after Eleanor.
"Don't go near or-" threatened Eleanor. His body paused and his eyes flashed a razor sharp gaze hinting at the danger that would befall him, and left him again.
"You serious? Any more?" favid gumam.
There is a bit of frustration and thirst that will never disappear from his tone.
Favid is no longer chasing Eleanor. Although his inner self wanted to, he could not stop the emotions that were eating the woman's heart. He didn't want it to happen again, didn't want it!
***
A few months ago....
"Hey, Nor. Where are you going? Can I come with you? My car is in the workshop" he said, showing the duck lips he deliberately formed.
"No, I can't" said Eleanor very briefly, to be honest she felt very uncomfortable with the behavior of her co-worker who always wanted to follow her with a myriad of reasons.
"What if I don't shut up this time?" fashion Favid.
"Stop, Vid. I was in a hurry. I don't like being late, let alone the cause of my delay is you" said Eleanor with emotion.
"If I don't want to? Come, Nor. Just this once, allow me to come with you," asked Favid while showing the number one on his hand.
"If I say no yes no. Don't make me angry or you'll know the consequences" cried Eleanor, angry, furious.
"What are you gonna do to me?" favid asked, this time he intercepted and tightly grasped the hand of the woman who was right in front of him.
He was so brave, he didn't know who he was dealing with. He did not know what the consequences would be if he woke the king of the forest from his sleep.
Eleanor, who was unable to hold back her anger, grabbed the vase in the corner of the table, right next to her, and struck the vase violently in the hands of Favid, who dared to intercept her, then immediately left the grimacing, pain-stricken Favid.
Sadistic right? Yes, he knew what he was doing was wrong, heartless. Deep down he regretted, his conscience is alive. However, the gentle and kind Eleanor had fallen to the very bottom of the dark well. It was no longer possible for him to reach that light, even as small as bacteria. Only darkness, sadness, gloom, and emotions surrounded him to this day.
However, still Eleanor is more concerned about her prestige and does not want to apologize to Favid. No matter what happened, Favid whose hand was injured by Eleanor's cruelty forgave her without receiving a single word of apology. He even behaved as usual, as if all of those events had never happened and only a momentary red light was about to turn green.
***
Eleanor, who had managed to control her soul and body, returned to her desk, which was scattered and faced with a computer screen. In the middle of the paper scramble, there was a warm cup of coffee that slowly began to cool, just as he was slowly getting colder and colder until the meaning of the feeling disappeared just like that.
None of his co-workers disturbed his mind at the time, as his meditation had been a full success.
04:06 P.B.
Again he saw the time on his small elegant watch.
Yes, this was the moment Eleanor feared the most, the minutes she hated the most, the moments of torture.
His hand stuffed personal items into his pitch-black bag. Not forgetting he took the car keys that were right next to the big computer.
His pelvis was about to leave a mark on his chair, but someone approached him. Nothing else and nothing....
"Yes, Mom. Everything is ready" he replied confidently to his manager.
"Alright, don't forget to take a break, Nor. Let's get some more work tomorrow!" exclaimed his manager while encouraging him with a raised fist.
That little crumb of attention was enough to make her more than a kind word, as simple as that to make an Eleanor Devacio happy.
Meanwhile, the two uncomfortable creatures were tumben did not bother him or anything.
***
04:37 P.B.
The sound of a closed door was heard in that half-empty room, Eleanor's apartment.
He moved from the living room to his bedroom. However, his movements came to a halt when he heard the twang of a voice from his gawai. For a long time no messages had entered his device, as empty as his heart. This made him a little curious and reached into his pocket to check the truth of his situation.
+62##########
Hey, Ele, can we talk?
Just sec.
Please
- B
After Eleanor read the message, she immediately turned off her phone, tried to be tough and stopped the short message from entering her brain.
04:56 P.B.
All the preparations were perfect, his clothes had been undone, the painkillers he had just bought had entered following the flow of water sips.
"I'm sorry, Lor, really. If this doesn't happen, then my attitude won't change, it won't be like this. Now you're gonna hate me so much, aren't you? Huh, what's the difference? When you know my true state, you'll hate me too, you'll also stay away from me. Maybe I'm damned to live my life in solitude" he murmured as Baylor entered his mind.
04:58 P.B.
2 Minutes passed just like that while he thought about Baylor.
The alarm rang as usual.
He began to put his body to sleep in the softness of his mattress.
"Prepare, Eleanor," her inner self encouraged her.
05:00 P.M.
Right at 5 pm, the sun began to yellow orange, the hot afternoon began to weaken.
It was hot all over his body, terrible. Every change that happens is painful. Can you imagine? Even with pain relief does not work for him, his pain exceeds death. But for him to die is not easy, not as easy as you imagine.
He then turned back into a monster, a giant monster. He groaned in pain, enduring all his suffering alone hugging tightly onto his roll.
05:15 P.B.
His body began to shrink, as it had before. The Semonoton is Eleanor's life.
After his size returned to normal and his condition began to stabilize, he tried to stand up leaving his bed while holding the edge of his mattress. Re-wearing his nightgown that he had taken off earlier.
Suddenly....
Ting tong....
The sound of a bell piercing into his ear. For the past 3 years in this apartment no one has ever rang that bell. Who her?
