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When Derek finally looks away from his screen, he feels a unbearable pain in his head, something he had never felt before, he could feel the king in yellow corrupting his mind, he started coughing blood, but even when he was feeling all this pain, he smiled, he started thinking about Avery, the only person who cared about Derek during all those days he spend locked in his room, focused on his computer trying to ignore the pain
"at least I could save you"
He said quietly while slowly losing consciousness
'We won't die like this, i won't allow it'
When Derek opened his eyes again, he was in a hospital, his vision was blurry and he couldn't see anything with his left eye, he tried sitting up but his body was weak, His muscles were tired, every movement hurt but he still tried to get up and put his mind together as he thought with himself ‘how was he alive?’ ‘how did he got there’ ‘what happened to the King in yellow?’
'You finally woke up'
Derek heard a voice in his head, he frooze, it couldn't be the King, he looked around to see if anyone was there talking to him, no one was there, he was completely alone in the room
'When are you going to realize that I'm in your Head?'
“King?!”
'Yes, I know you're not dumb'
Derek tried to get up from the bed, when his feet touched the floor, his legs wouldn’t work, he almost fell and put his hand on the wall to continue standing
'Derek, you've been in a coma for almost a month, It would be very hard to walk now'
“W-what? What did you do to me?! What happened to my eye?!”
'I saved your life, your mind is to weak to hold itself and me at the same time. I'd love to see you suffer and die but since we share the same body now, I'm basically using my power to hold your mind together. You would be dead by now if I didn't do that...as for you eye...think of it as the price to pay'
“You want me to thank you? That was my plan, you should have died with me”
'Do you really think I'll believe that? Did you really want to die? A human this young wanted to die? Don't make me laugh'
Derek didn't have a response, the King was right, he didn't want to die, he was scared, scared that nobody would remember him, scared that nobody actually cared about him, he through that if he sacrificed himself, at least he’d have done something good in his life
'As I thought... Well we have to get moving, I heard the nurses saying that a Neurologist will come tomorrow to study your brain, actually they've been studying you for a while now, I doubt this is a real hospital'
“The all-knowing king doesn't know where we are? How ironic”
'You crushed our minds together, you dont have the infinite knowledge anymore either. And somehow you separated part of me. I am in your mind, bit but I'm still in the game. If we don't get out of here now those people will find me in your mind. Do you understand why we have to go now?'
Both of them didn't have infinite knowledge anymore. That was a good thing, right? Derek’s mind didn't hurt for once, and the King wasn't that powerful anymore. But somehow the King was still in the game, that means he could still try to get to Avery, ‘the perfect vessel’.
Derek continued walking, he was slow, and It still hurt to walk, but If Avery was in danger, he had to keep going. He could still remember almost everything about Avery, what he looked like, where he lived, what he liked. Derek would never forgive himself if he forgot these things. It was hard to see with only one eye but he’ll get use to it
“You can see through my other eye, right?
'Correct'
“So help me get the hell out of here, tell me what I see”
'Well, I'm sure it's not very different from what you see, but there's a door with a tiny window in it, I think it's locked'
Derek tried to open the door, It was locked, but when he looked at the window he saw the door lock with the key, he could probably reach it if the window wasn't there. He looked around to see if there was another exit or something to help him
'What are you waiting for? Break it'
“What? I can't even walk properly, how do you expect me to break glass? This is tempered glass, a normal human can't break this”
'A normal human? You're funny, Did you forgot who I am?'
Derek's arm started to shine in yellow and the King started to control it. His arm punched the window three times till the window broke. He grabbed the door lock and opened it. The glass cut made deep cuts on Derek's arm, that hurt so much, he didn't have one moment of peace since he entered that dumb game. Golden blood started drip from his arm, but the moment the King stop controlling it, his blood was red again
“Fuck!! Why did you-”
'Calm down'
“Don't tell me to calm down! Look what you did to my arm!”
'Be glad I can't take control of your full body, now stop complaing and go!'
He continued walking till he saw a desk in the hall, it had some painkillers, a scissors and a pile of papers. He immediately took the painkillers and started to look at the papers. One of the papers had his name on it, almost all of his personal information was there, at the end the paper was written:
‘the vessel in hasn’t woken up, one week later after he arrived his left eye turned golden, The King in yellow is probably talking control now, if nothing chances in the next month, another vessel is required for the King come to this world’
“We.. we’re in a cult. How did you not know that? All of this is made for you!”
'I'll say It AGAIN, you separated part of me, I don't have all my power now. But since these people know somethings about us, maybe they know how to separe us'
“Oh yeah sure, let’s stay in a cult that idolizes you, they’ll for sure help me.” -He said in a ironic tone-
“Don't think that I’m falling for that bullshit”
He continued to look at the papers, a lot of them talked about the King in yellow, but nothing that he didn't already know, the cult didn't know much about the King after all, while he read the papers he heard someone approaching, a tall man using a mask, in his uniform has the same yellow simbol that was in the game, he was holding a syringe, Derek didn't know what was in that but it wasn't something good for sure, he grabbed the scissors in the desk and prepared for the worse.