Sin Sector

Chapter Three

A moment of tense silence surrounded the six of us like a suffocating wave; breaking over the unmovable shores.

I looked around at the others, I wasn't sure about them but I knew that, in this moment, I was drowning in absolute uncertainty and complete confusion.

I wanted to turn to Lolita and say something, anything, to break this silence but I couldn't, the room seemed to take a physical presence and bind my lips so that I could not speak. I looked over at her, she was sitting so still and quietly (something completely abnormal for her) beside me with her head tilted down and her honeyed curls falling gently across the sharp angle of her chin, hiding her eyes from my view.

Before long the silence of the room grew to an almost palpable level and I began to fear that I would asphyxiate, surrounded by these silent and stony faces, before the representative came to get us.

It couldn't have happened soon enough, but finally the lock on the door clicked, sounding off loudly in this quiet atmosphere that caused us to all look up at the sudden unexpected noise; our necks snapping fast enough to cause lethal whiplash. In unison we watched as the door slowly opened.

Standing in the glossy red frame of the doorway stood a towering man, the supposed representative of The Noble Society.

Darkness surrounded him and
with curious, artist eyes I devoured his appearance. He was tall, enormously so, yet he appeared graceful and feline like, as if he could commit his actions with a deadly precision. He had long wavy hair that couldn't be described with just a word; black. It was the exact colour of a ravens wing, an iridescent shade of night that faltered between indigo and violet and fell in curling waves to the horizon of his broad shoulders. He had startling catlike green eyes that peeped out from the perfection of his porcelain skin with a fierce concentration.

The only thing I could not tell you about his appearance would be his age. That wasn't an unusual thing though, you could hardly ever tell with The Noble Society members; they appeared completely timeless.

It took me a few seconds to realize that his green eyes were grazing over the six of us, almost as if he were simply appraising pieces of furniture, not children, to see if he could figure which pieces would best fit him.

Finally, he smiled; a slow, Cheshire grin that crawled across his face then nodded slowly, approvingly, before saying, "Pleasure to meet you. Please follow after me and we will depart."

He then turned on his heel and headed out of the room without a single backwards glance to make sure we followed. I looked around at the others, their faces showed a range of confusion and questioning looks but they all stood and followed behind him without question. I finally, hesitantly, peeled myself out of my chair and joined the rest of them as we exited the Officials Room.

I glanced back at the grand doors of the Officials Room and knew that from this point on, nothing would be assured for me; not even my own life.