Your sense of purpose is not yours alone.
Others have expectations and meanings beneath your existence.
Who will you obey?
Be careful, don't be conceited.
An intense depth was shadowing over my head, my feet feeling like they were being carried down by large bricks. I took in a long, cold, deep breath, holding it, closing my eyes slowly. I released the air that came warm through my nostrils, fluttering my eyelashes apart. I would just have to deal with the situation I caused. It was my fault for forgetting and abandoning my knowledge to remember so. My posture straightened, my hands tightening into a fist. This door did not have a magic key to open it with. It led back to where Mr. Henderson's main office was so they kept it more secured.
I didn't look up to the white rectangle camera overhead. I kept my gaze intently toward the passage in front of me and that only. They had a knowing of who I was, and would know I was coming in, every last one of them.
It was taking awhile for the door to open. Why weren't they letting me in? No. It hadn't been long at all. I wasn't bothering with other preoccupying thoughts. I'm only focusing on one specific detail which is making me realize in reality of how slow time actually is and how much we have every second.
The door latched big gauges apart all at once, the two sides departing from one another. I peered ahead, the light from behind me letting me see a narrow pathway that ended with forever shadows toward the end. The eerie feel of the room familiar from the many times I've came here. I paused for a moment before I took my first step over the divider that led me into a room of a whole different contrast. The door quickly snapped shut behind me, leaving me in the endless darkness. I closed my eyes; they had no use to me, and kept my hearing alert. This was to discover my surroundings. Losing my sight lets me focus on my other senses. There was beeping from machines, tapping from my boots hitting the cement ground, my heartbeat racing in my head, and voices ahead of me.
The end of the hallway came and I knew I'd be able to see what lied before me. I flickered my eyes open and looked to my left. The room was large and dim from a single light bulb that spread enough of it's rays to let you see forms and small details. The bulb hung over a large chair that was perched on the top of three steps. It showed a certain amount of power like royalty. It was a dark brown with many decorative carvings and a ruby red cushion on the resting place. The room had two doors and no windows. The door behind me and the one across the room to my left. Those caught the least of my attention though. I was only concerned on the breathing figures that stood lively on the bottom of the steps, close to the holy chair.
Ms. Rebecca was standing tall, her hands straight by her side. She was keeping stiff, being professional, and acting appropriate to the situation. The figure in front of her stood at five foot, seven inches. He was lean and had a face of a sixteen year old boy who was really nineteen. His hair past his ears, black and stringy. His attire that only valued black and silver. He turned to my presence, his cold, menacing blue eyes showing no peaceful appearance to them. This was Jade Slater; Sense Two. The person I really didn't admire.
I came up beside Ms. Rebecca, forming the identical posture as her, like we did every time beckoned to show ourselves here. I could feel the eyes of Jade elongating over my body. I kept my blank expression forward though, awaiting my command. Then the dreadful urge of the stare fell off me. He turned to Ms. Rebecca with a smile smeared across his lips.
"You had a very nice performance, Rebecca!" He spoke, his voice young and cruel sounding. He flickered the corners of his vicious eyes toward me, a haunting humor in them that always seemed to be there. I kept my body rigid, ignoring his attempts to bother me. He was a nuisance. Immature, and only motives were morally wrong.
"Thank you, sir." Ms. Rebecca responded, her voice strong.
"I'm overjoyed to have you in the organization. You may leave now. Farewell." He spun around on his heel, spreading both his hands behind his back as Ms. Rebecca walked past me to exit the scene. That was it. He called her in with me to make it not seem so terrible to just call me. We stood in the silence, his back turned toward me. He was waiting for Ms. Rebecca to leave, his mind crossing on all of his sadistic thoughts. He did this every time. I heard the door slit open and then shut close, the sound of it echoing throughout the walls of the room. Jade then whirled around to face me, a darkish grin haunting his lips.
"Hello, Eli Fawden." His eyebrows were furrowed, but his devilish smile stayed the same. He was shorter than me but stood several inches away, confident of himself. I just kept my stare over his head. "What? No hello?" He tilted his head to the side puzzled but wasn't expecting a reply anyways. He didn't appreciate this. He snatched up his hand under my jaw, his bony fingers stabbing into my neck and cheek, then jerking my face down to meet his, my fiery eyes locking with his. "You do not look away." he began to speak, focusing on why. "Don't you have fear?" he asked in a memorizing tone.
"What to fear?" I spoke dully, my gaze never departing his eyes that narrowed.
"Death?" The word slithering on his tongue, his fingertips grazing in circles against my skin.
"I do not fear death for myself." I fear it for Grace.
"Lies!" He showed excitement as if he had caught me fibbing.
"I also do not lie," my words bland.
"Stubborn," he murmured, shoving against my face hard. He spun around, laughing, taking heavy glides up the three steps until he reached the top in front of the chair. He leaned over, feeling around the side of the cushion where he grabbed something. He then turned to me, grinning, a dagger in his right hand, the light above his head bouncing off the killing device's sharp point. He raised it up toward his face to admire, balancing it gracefully between his pointer-finger and thumb as if to hold a gun. Suddenly, his eyes flickered to mine. "So, Eli," he spoke, poisoning my name with his tongue. "Did you think we could just let this go?" He began strutting down the stairs, a bounce to his walk, the knife moving with him. "Causing so much trouble on your last assignment, and then just leaving it for us to clean up." He tossed the dagger lightly in his grasp. "What were you thinking?"
"I apologize," I spoke sincere, but my tone describing otherwise.
"Wrong." I watched as he snatched up his left hand to my throat, not choking me but keeping my head in place. Easily, he brought the tip of the knife up to my face, taunting me by brushing my stringy hair out of my eyes with it, a cocky smirk spread across his lips. He left his vulnerable spots open and my legs and arms free. I could end this at any second. I would punch him in the gut as I gripped around his upper arm, pressing my thumb into the crease of his wrist, making his hand go numb and forcing him to drop the knife. After he released and was bent over from the blow, I would have a moment to stand and do whatever means to the following situation. But I wouldn't dare retaliate back. He was Mr. Henderson's son. He didn't need a reason to harm me, he could just do it and I wouldn't do anything about it. I couldn't risk everything for Grace. My consequences would be being dismissed or killed. I wouldn't be able to support Grace and me on the streets and I couldn't forgive myself for leaving her here forever.
He then lingered over my mouth with the dagger, finding a point. He changed his position on the knife, clenching a tight fist around the grip. I felt the small pressure below my left bottom lip and then a stinging sensation across the lower area of my mouth. He had jerked upward in a quick slash and pulled away, a crimson liquid now dripping down my chin.
"Say you'll never do it again." He brought the knife back to his bottom lip, pressing down to let a drop of my blood stain his mouth. I could feel the rage building up inside of me as my fists tightened. I wanted to react so harshly on him. Grace hit my mind. I let my body relax, taking an easy breath through my mouth.
"I'll never do it again, " I responded coldly. A triumphed grin flashed across his mouth. He turned around, his head facing the darkness above him.
"You may leave now." I spun around to my right in a quick flash to depart the room, bringing a fist to my chin and smearing the liquid blood onto the side of my hand.
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Short. Sorry. -.-' Happy Thanksgiving though. ^^ The picture is of Jade.
