Entry 11 : Unknown II

Pietro stopped as we entered the place. He looked at me and there’s longing in how he looked at me. “Like what you see? It’s only available here.” he asked me.

This place exists in the building? But how? It’s too far-fetched. It was like another world inside a building, in an urban area.

Emerald fields that stretches like forever, the sun shines brightly and warm, as if someone is hugging and kissing your bare skin, different flowers are covering some of the parts of this world; roses, chrysanthemum, orchids that hang themselves on tree trunks, dandelion, tulips, you name it.

There’s also fruit bearing trees; apples, bananas, star apples, mangoes, almost everything’s here; birds of paradise, primates, insects, mammals and so on.

It was too good to be true.

My eyes are wandering around, still in shocked of the place I’m seeing. Am I dreaming?

I looked at Pietro and asked him, “Where are we?”

He didn’t respond, he stare out at the vast greenery.

It seems that he was looking for something or someone.

“They’re here.” he calmly said while staring from nowhere. As they walked closer, my heart skipped a beat.

I saw them, especially the one at the right.

Lilac hair, burgundy eyes, white skin, especially that scar on that collar bone.

She smiled at me, my eyes were nailed to her.

She brushed my hair, “It’s good to see you, Sam.”

That sweet, gentle voice I cannot forget that. I felt the sun burning my cheeks, my eyes that still looking at her were now blurry, the stream of tears flowed like forever.

She hugged me, “Now, now Samuel. I know it’s been a century… I can answer your questions tomorrow.”

My voice seems stolen. I cannot speak nor talk to her. I was still in shock.

Natasha was my neighbor back when I was still a kid. She was always kind to me. She was one of my special friend, she always has a place in my heart. My feelings towards her wasn't like that of Leana.

The last time I saw her was in my mom’s burial, the last time I saw her that she doesn’t have that vivid lilac hair.

Can she be experiencing what I am enduring now? I have so many questions to her. She's older than me... She may have the answers to my questions.

Not far from our place, I heard whines, it peeks out from her legs.

I looked at the collie beside her. “Whitney!” was the first word that burst out from my mouth after they arrived. Though I am hoarse, I managed to call her.

Her whines disappears as she runs to me, tail’s wagging and she’s jumping. Whitney's very happy so am I.

I hugged her tight and she happily wagged her tail, she licked my face. It been days since I last saw her. Her body looks the same. She was well taken care of.  Her eyes are more vivid than before.

“I took good care of her, sorry if I somehow took over your kitchen.” her face is still angelic, she’s at her thousands but when a human looks at her, she looks like she’s in her teens.

I noticed Pietro being impatient, and a bit annoyed, I can hear him tapping his foot on the concrete part of the forest.

He closed his eyes, arms crossed and from the looks of his face, he’s bored and irritated.

“Natasha, quit blabbering.”  Pietro commanded. I stood up as Whitney sat beside me.

It seems Pietro was their alpha, she seems scared of him when he said those words.

He looked at me, straight face and said, “So, you two have met each other.” he crossed his arms and leaned his back against a tree trunk.

“How?”

He whistled like a canary. He closed his eyes, as if he was thinking.

Natasha looked at him anxiously, “I-I’m sorry, Sam…” she bowed her head and stole a glance at Pietro.

He didn’t even looked at her. He opened his eyes, straighten his shirt , and stood up. He claps his hand once and at that, one by one, hybrids show themselves. I stepped back, Pietro held my back and whispered, “Remember what I told you?”

It rewinds in my memory:

When we got there, stay calm. They might take you as an opponent.

Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals.

Pietro walked to the hybrids, there’s something wrong on how he smiled, it’s sending chills down my spine.

I brushed Whitney’s fur, I can hear her low growls.

He went to the right... TL of hybrids and looked at me, and he opened his arms wide, with a sinister smile he spoke

“Welcome , Samuel. We’re the Colossal. Half human half immortal."

He places his hands on his waist , that sinister smile never leaves his lips. He continued," Whitney is also a colossal, you being her parent”

All eyes were on me… Whitney stood up, still with those low growling.

Pietro looked at her, “Calm down, missy. Were allies.”

I felt a sudden turn of tables, IT’S A TRAP!