Chapter 81 Cold Water

Then it was just that—an unforeseen event. As such, it went on with a Splash of water on my face. A cold bucket was emptied on me with a jerky movement. My black hair was plastered on my forehead and my face was dripping with water.

Feeling the disagreeable, chilling sensation of the cold water on my body, my body came to with a quickened heartbeat. I was awake only then. And my mind was still blurry enough. After I was assaulted by the cold sensation of water on my head, shoulders, and chest, my eyes were shot open and I looked all around me frantically.

The tiny bit of lucidity and panic that seized me, albeit only superficially, let me quickly know about my situation, and about the bucket of cold water that had been splashed on me. The water wasn't so cold, but I guess, as my dizzy mind wasn't expecting the freezing water, I felt the cold sensation in a more dramatic way. The heart pounding in my chest was fighting so hard that my breathing grew ragged instantly.

I was irritated, mostly. And so, all in the same fashion, my eyes were now moving around the room I was in with irritation. As they shot open, I hastily began to scan my surroundings. My first function ever, back when I was about to be created, was to collect information. Today, too, it was what I'd do right away, then.

On top of all the feelings related to my being lost and probably in danger, there was one feeling that was stronger than the others. Yes. Irritation. Looking around, with knitted brows and flared-up eyes, I felt oh-so-annoyed. I had many questions: What the hell was going on? Did someone or something want to have at me? Did someone think I was weak? Did someone really think they could take away my life from me? Again? To all these questions, some part of me answered "I'll show 'em."

Still, that answer wasn't nearly enough to quell my irritation. If anything, the answer my mind produced only served to aggravate my mind further. Somehow, maybe irritation was key, here. So maybe I had better keep fueling it.

Anyway, I had just come to. Aside from the panicked "Huff!" I let out on waking up, I didn't say anything more. A handful of seconds after I came to, I then fully understood where I was, how I most likely came or was brought here, and why I was tossed cold water in the face. My eyes then rapaciously scanned every obstacle they could get their teeth onto. By doing this, the goal was obviously to deepen my understanding of my situation. What kind of place was I in? What kind of people surrounded me? How does all of that situation involve me being here? Should it be simply about that quest the System issued, "You passed da test!"?

I didn't like this situation. Far from that, actually. It reminded me of my first day. The thick reddish hand that tossed the water at my face wasn't the only object thrown at me. Observing and assessing eyes were there, too, as they wildly yet calmly danced around me. The observing eyes calmly rested under the large brows and dense eyelids.

Many, many, a great many pairs of eyes were shot at me or rather thrown at me. And so, in the same fashion the cold water invited me to glare daggers at the crazy demi-human who tossed it at me, the staring eyes quite irritated me too. And so, should I ask the misters? The hell was going on here?