Iridescent

40| A Force To Be Reckoned With

I was kept in a room. This room had windows, desks, chairs, and a whiteboard. It had everything that resembled of a meeting room. One side of the meeting room was completely glass, so I could see people moving in and out, shuffling about their daily business. 

This was an area where the management of the Academy worked. A place that no one would notice or take an interest in until... right now. 

I tried my best to stay calm and I did that by studying the room, again and again, and occasionally studying the view outside. 

I could not check my phone. They took it away and I didn't know what they were doing with it. My brain was mentally bringing up my phone screen and checking through everything. My photos, my texts, my apps, my internet history... it seemed that nothing can be used against me. 

The door opened, the glass door giving a metallic crack before it slowly returned back to its original spot. Closed but unlocked. 

Professor May stared at me calmly. She was composed, her face revealed no emotion. She neatened her hair and walked to a seat next to me. She decided not to take the seat on the opposite side, instead, she took a seat next to mine. I moved an inch away, mildly uncomforted by the proximity. 

"My dear-"

"Cassandra."

She cleared her throat. 

"If you won't tell me the truth, I will have to keep you here."

"There are a few things I'd like to correct. One, you can't keep me here, whether you like it or not. Two, I have told you and everyone involved, the truth. Three, I technically don't even know what you're talking about."

"About Ted's death."

"Ted was snooping around my dorm and he also tried to kill me during camp."

"And do you have any idea why?"

"I don't, Ma'am. Do you?" 

Do you, Professor May? Because I have always known deep down Professor May was in all of this. Professor May was probably behind Ted's snooping and maybe even kidnapping, but Ted was dead, so what can I say? Professor May had other people doing the dirty work for her. 

"I think this is something to do with Iridescent."

I tried my best to stay calm and to not reveal the change in my voice, I stayed quiet. 

"Ted might be one of those who owned the Blades of Iridescent. These people are maniacs... they're insane. Anything they do doesn't make sense. They are monsters after all."

Don't defend. Don't defend. 

"What do you think about all this?"

I nodded and said, "Cool."

"Cool? You think what those people are doing is cool?"

"No, I thought I was pretty cool to have eliminated one of those people you call 'monsters'. Oh, and in case you missed it, Ted. Ted was the baddie I got rid of. And just a disclaimer, in self-defence."

I waited for her response but were responses were random, slow and out of place. So often I found that I couldn't reply her, not because it had hit a secret I wanted to hide, but because of the... randomness. This irksome feeling of this incapability to place a finger on a single thing she has said. I didn't know what she was doing and it frightened me. For a moment, I listened to every question she thrown at me with immense concentration, in case I made a reply that pushed myself straight into her trap. For the next moment, I began to seriously doubt whether I was overanalysing the situation, maybe there was something else I was missing. And at last, I settled with her trying to stall time but for what reason?