With pace, Orette climbed the stairs, ignoring strange gazes from boys as she made her way to the third floor. If her memory was correct, the third last room to the right was the recording room, which was joined to another room, creating a much larger space.
Orette turned the door nob but soon found out it was locked. She noticed a card lock attached right below it. With enough sensation, she took out Zion's identity card and swiped it perfectly.
ACCESS GRANTED
The door unlocked, and once again turned the handle just to see an open spaced recording room. The huge window reflected the sunlight into the whole room, sand colored walls were decorated with records and discs, and when Orette turned to right, she was astonished.
A transparent window separated the next room joined; behind that was a huge black sphere almost covering the room. Orette knew he was in it, he just had to be. She came closer and examined the glass by knocking it three times. She slammed both her hands flat and tried to push it, seeing how strong it was.
After examining it, she took out the guard's gun and placed it on the glass surface, directly pointing in the other direction. On the count of three, she pulled the trigger, shooting electric volts into the glass. The glass started to deform upon receiving an electrical impulse and suddenly cracked when Orette increased the voltage.
The glass shattered, leaving its pieces scattered, showing an ocean of broken glass; small cracks were heard when Orette carefully stepped on them, making her way to the huge black sphere.
"This is not going to be easy."
Orette knew that this was not an ordinary case; she couldn't believe they trapped a living body inside a sphere made of iron flings.
Orette quickly scanned around the room, trying to see what she could improvise with. Her eyes scanning like a pereditor finally landed on a prey. She stepped away from the sphere and thick rubber cable of a speaker. With a pair of scissors, she tried to cut enough length of wire and skinned its rubber coating, only to see a naked copper wire.
She wrapped the copper wire around a knife, she barowed (Stole), and coiled it completely leaving no iron gaps. She attached two open ends of copper wire to the connectors of the battery of the electric gun.
The battery was then again carefully inserted into the gun. After a deep breath, Orette turned on the low voltage electric gun, ensuring the iron knife became magnetized.
She carefully placed the knife near the sphere, ensuring enough distance between her and the sphere. A few seconds later, tiny chunks of flings got attracted to the knife. She had made a magnet out of a small knife, but she wasn't sure if this would work.
"All I need to do is wake him up." She repeated this to herself over and over, until she saw tiny pieces of iron flings scattering away into a fine dust and BEING ATTRACTED!. God, she didn't know what to believe, but simple science was sure working for her, or at least she thought.
Orette's excitement took an alternative turn when only a small hole was created from the sphere; she knew this was not what a brilliant plan would work, but right now, she knew what she had to do.
'Wake him up.'
She tried to create a much larger gap between the particles, but it was no use, so instead, she passed her thin arm from the narrow hole and tried to grab something with her tiny hand. She tried to search for something, anything that could touch her back, and this continued for a while until her arm started to ache.
If only she knew his name, this would have been a lot easier, but for someone who respects someone's turama, Orette couldn't bring to call that person by what she knew; instead, she used a different figure of speech.
She pulled her arm back and brought her mouth close to the gap. "HEY!" she yelled. "Buddy, pal, mate, bro, brother from another mother, teddy bear, sugar plum, um, what's the word old grandmothers used to ca_, oh right, sweety pie, the apple of my eye, the guy who's not scared to share his desserts!. God, I'm out of breath. He must be alive_, OH MOTHER OF ROSA, WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL."
Orette, who was pretty much exploring her mind for new verses, was met by glowing lilac eyes that were visible from the hole. She managed to assemble herself with a hand by her chest, "This guy almost gave me a heart attack, wait!", she positioned back to where she was before, properly positioning her eyes perpendicular to his.
"Hey, it's me, you know, Zero zero zero. The one who used to fight bullies for you; and your stupidly annoying cousin." The last phase was kind of personal as she spoke with such resentment.
"Suf-fo-ca, suf-oca-ting, ne-d air".
"OH, yeah, you need air", Orette instantly abliged as she stood away from the gap and ordered him, "Use your eyes, buddy. Try to feel the outside surrounding".
Most of you are confused by the phrase "Use your eyes." Well, this indicates a small portion of what the syrium might do. As said before, this Syrium could mutate a normal human being into an abnormal stereotype ghoul.
The small iron flings that were attracted turned their sensation towards nothing; they flew from a charging magnet to nothing in thin air, dancing, flowing, fusing, and glowing... GLOWING! That was new to Orette, who suddenly turned her eyes away from the cha cha iron dust to the black sphere that was surprisingly still holding.
But again, her attention was taken away by a huge iron, shaped like Orette's prison mirror, that suddenly glowed liliac. And at that moment, Orette was 100% sure that she had succeeded, as a boy appeared from the (huge iron, shaped like Orette's prison mirror, that suddenly glowed liliac).
Orette, upon seeing his condition, rushed to him as the boy fell and let his body rest at the cold glass shattered surface. His face is full of sweat, and his clothes are all ragged from the dust. He neither opened his eyes nor spoke, allowing his body to rest in the hands of his protector, grateful that he was still alive.