Beautiful Beginnings

Simon Says. . .

The crowded room was dark; the shadows danced over still forms like traffic. Lines of people stood as still as statues, they were lined up with a military-like precision. Some of the smaller, college girls shook at the back, obviously being new to the game. Everyone wore white; no other colours were allowed. Only He could wear colour. He stood at the front, the small stage placing him above everyone else. His black robe swirled around him like the shadows, the red gleam of his mask shining menacingly. Not a sound fell over the crowd of at least one hundred people; each person had their bodies facing Him. He was silent; observing. The girls shook even more, their white robes quivering like a caught dove. There were only two of them, two small children in a grownups game. It was quite sad really. From this point on, they wouldn't have a life. Their life and everything it could offer, belong to him now. They had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The tension swirled around the crowd; thicker than steel. He raised his left hand, covered in a leather glove. Tension bounced from the newer recruits, filling the room with the intoxicating scent of fear and curiosity. The only door was illuminated with a flickering old light; one of the cheap ones you'd find somewhere like Walmart. Surprisingly, he stepped aside. Another figure; garbed in a golden robe now stood in the middle of the stage, barking orders at the squadrons lined up. Immediately, they were followed, people contorting their figures and chanting. A flash of light whizzed across her face, lighting up the cruel tint of her crimson lips. The two girls vainly tried to copy the moves of the seasoned girls in front of them. To little use. The air was cold but warm enough to not catch hypothermia. The girls, obviously unused to such cool temperatures, shuddered occasionally. The sharp tang of rusty metal was the only scent that flodded the air, apart from the pine scented soap everyone was issued. Slowly He walked up and down the isles provided by the white sea, stopping occasionally to study the white robed people. The girls shook even more as he steadily approached them. They were shaking enough to put a jackhammer to shake. When He reached them, immediately he motioned outwards, causing the woman in the golden robe to bark out a stop. The two clutched at each other desperately, shaking under his masked gaze. After what felt like hours, he moved. He swept his cloak towards the door with his arm, revealing black leather pants under his robe. "If you want, leave." The girls froze and looked around before bolting for the door. Just as their hands touched the door, he clucked his tongue before chuckling darkly. The girls shook with terror, tiny whimpers escaping. He shook his head, his robe swaying. "Silly, stupid girls" he strode towards them. They huddled together against the wall, screaming pitifully. "I didn't say Simon Says." Blood splattered the door.