Chapter 793 Rocky Awakening
Waiting for his death to come, the pilot closed his eyes and shook in fear. But death never came.
No pain, no blood, no cracking bones. Nothing.
Opening one eye tentatively, he realized the creature was still right before him, maw wide open, but something wasn't right.
It was shaking in place, almost like it couldn't go further.
One of its eyes had gone from pitch black with a vivid red iris to a regular white eye, but with a bright golden iris.
"NO!" another trilling voice left its mouth, this one more high-pitched.
The creature jumped back, suddenly grabbing its head and screeching.
The pilot felt something pull in his chest, like a part of him was being torn away. It hurt like crazy; the pain sending him into shock and passing out.
The creature shrieked several times before its head snapped away from the plane.
In its almost all-blue vision, another red spot had appeared.
Far away in the distance, a pack of something had started moving, most likely reacting to his shrieking, and they were exuding a lot of heat.
Dashing forward without a second thought, the creature reached the pack of unsuspecting beasts in mere seconds. And the next second, one of them fell, its head falling further away.
Ripping and snapping echoed as the corpse of the animal shook.
The following day, Alex woke up feeling mentally rested, but his body ached for some reason.
Feeling the wind on his face, he frowned as he opened his eyes.
"Where is that wind coming from?" he wondered as he sat up.
That was when he noticed the massive brown corpse next to him. Or rather, what was left of it.
Looking down at his hand, he saw blood on them, as well as all over him. He could even feel the sticky feeling of it drying on his face.
"What in God's name happened here?!" he exclaimed.
He started looking around, noticing he was no longer in his little stone shelter, and nothing was around him besides this corpse.
By the size of it, as well as the fur, he surmised it was a Musk Ox. But it got there, or even how he got there, he had no idea.
'Ahem,' Geminae's voice echoed in his head.
Stopping his visual scan, Alex immediately plunged inward into the white room that was his soul.
As he reopened his eyes, he saw Geminae standing in front of the orb and its prison, and next to him, a tied-up imp.
"What the fuck happened?" Alex growled.
"We had a little… incident," Geminae replied.
"Rhakhakhakha! That'll teach you, you fucking human! Use my body, and you make it easier for me!" the imp shouted as it laughed loudly.
Geminae punched it in the head, silencing it.
"Quiet, you despicable thing! You keep dirtying our hands! If you were expendable, I would have already killed you!"
Alex looked at them, and suddenly, memories flashed in his mind.
They weren't his, but they were as clear as day, well, as night in infrared, and from a first-person point of view.
That's how he knew what happened.
Geminae saw him freeze for a moment and understood as well.
"I see the memories have caught up. Good. It'll make my job explaining easier."
But before he could place another word, Alex was already charging at the imp.
"You fucking abomination! What did you do to that man?! Did you kill him?! Did you put more blood on my hands?!"
He lunged at the tied imp and started kicking and punching it in a fit of rage.
Geminae had to push him away with magic to keep him from killing the darned demon, lest he kill all three of them in the process.
"Calm yourself, Alexander! If you kill him, you kill us as well!" Geminae rebuked.
Alex growled at the angel-looking replica of himself before spitting at the imp.
"I swear to all that is holy and unholy. I will find a way to separate us, and when I do, I will murder you. But not after torturing you for an extremely long time in ways even a demon like you would find unimaginable," he growled.
The imp swallowed nervously; he could tell it wasn't an empty threat.
But Geminae raised his hand.
"Threaten him later. The man isn't dead. But he will be if we don't move fast," he said, looking at Alex resolutely.
Alex's head snapped toward him, a sliver of hope in his eyes.
"Where is he?" he asked.
"About a mile east of here. He needs first aid. He had something in his abdomen and was bleeding. We might need to burn up his wound so he doesn't bleed out before a rescue team gets to him."
Alex nodded his head, leaving the soul space immediately.
As he refocused on his surroundings, Alex looked at the sky. It was a cloudy day, and finding the sun wasn't easy.
But he still managed and oriented himself east.
Focusing on his back, he forced out Geminae's wings and took off toward the plane crash.
He reached it in seconds, flying blazingly fast, and landed next to it.
In the aircraft, he saw the man whose face was deathly pale. Touching his neck to feel his pulse, he felt a weak response.
'Good. He isn't dead,' he thought.
But he was in terrible shape.
There was still a metal railing pierced through his stomach, and blood pooled around it. And by the amount, there wasn't much left inside the man.
Alex did the first thing he could think of and lit his hands on fire.
Geminae's body was more resilient than a human's, so the flames barely heated his hands up. This allowed him to grab the metal railing and super-heat it, causing the wound to sizzle and fume a couple of seconds before he let go.
'That should at least cauterize it…' he thought.
But he was still left with the issue of him being practically on death's door.
With the cold of the open bay and the lack of blood in his veins, if blood loss didn't claim his life, hypothermia would.
"Geminae. Tell me you can help him live," Alex said, looking slightly panicked.
After a moment of silence, Geminae replied.
'Let me control your body. I can help, but I can only do it if I'm in full control.'
Alex froze in place.
"Excuse me?"
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