Chapter 10: Assigned Seeker
I didn't die. I'm alive. Just not kicking. Why? It's because my legs and arms were cuffed on this metallic bed, cold as fuck. I can only move my eyeballs, and by that, I can see monitors beeping next to me, tubes connected to my naked upper body, and something moving at the corner of my eye.
That something moved closer, and I saw a human whose silver eyes were coldly looking down at me. Did I turn into a monster? I can feel my limbs, but I can't see them. What if they turned into tentacles already?
"You've gained consciousness." The guy whose silver long hair was tied in a loose ponytail loomed over me and stated the obvious. After confirming, he straightened his body and fixed his glasses with his middle finger.
I'm not sure if it had a double meaning, but it made me open my lips to retort, but only a single word in a dry voice came out. "...yes."
The guy walked away, mumbling. "That's a relief. I really don't want to cut open your head and study your frontal lobe if you die."
That's a horrifying thing to say to someone who just escaped death. I swallowed twice, still feeling the dryness of my throat, but the icky taste of my stagnant saliva only made it worse. "Where... am I?"
I want water.
"NSA."
Ah, so I'm back here.
"Why... am I here like this?"
"You're being subdued. You're a threat to all Seekers here," the silver-haired guy answered, his voice was distant, indicating that he was far from me. "Based on studies I've run on you, you're able to nullify energy-based forces, magic, elemental, even psychic energy. So, if you walk out there in that state, you're like a vacuum suctioning every ability within a specific range."