The Phoenix Society

Chapter 7

I followed, a pace behind the man, as he lead my through the building. The assassins who restrained me remained right by my side, Banks followed behind them. They all watched me with careful eyes, as if they were nervous of what I might do. This I found quite silly. I am not stupid enough to try and escape while surrounded by assassins. Even I know when I have lost a fight.

We walked down the giant staircase that seemed to split the building, the Estate, into two different wings. As I glanced down the right side, I noticed rows of doors each lined with gothic looking candle chances that lit up the hall with a soft yellow glow. There were younger looking assassins flipping through books as they sat at smooth, wooden tables that ran along the bottom of the staircase by the windows overlooking a large, overgrown willow tree in the front of the property. We took a turn down the left wing. While the wooden beams were placed throughout the entire building, this side seemed to be much darker. There were people walking all around us rushing to get to their next place.

Suddenly, we stopped. The man placed his hands on the handles of two French doors. He pushed them open. My eyes widened as we walked in. The only way I can think of describing it is like a room from a sci-fi movie. The computers were hologram images with numbers and letters being generated. There was a large table in the center with more hologram images. Surrounding the entire room was an iron bridge with more computers and desks. To my left there was a room cornered off by three big pillars. On the far end of that room was a crated wall where numerous weapons hung. I followed as the man led us through the area. We walked up a set of iron stairs and over an iron landing to a different room.

This room was quite quaint. The cold cobblestone floor was covered with a dark green rug that lined the room. At the center of the room was a long, mahogany desk, which the man took a seat at. Behind him were more windows that overlooked a large field. I squinted my eyes taking a closer look. The field was lined with various mats where people seemed to be sparring.

"Please, take a seat." The man ushered me to sit down. I looked around hesitantly. Banks was leaning against a large fireplace to the left of the desk. I took solace in the faint crackling sound as the wood burned away. I watched as one of the assassins escorting me reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife. He slid the knife over the zip tie around my wrist, then walked out of the room. I rubbed my wrists as I slowly sunk down into a chair placed in front of the desk. I found the cold, leather of the chair to be calming. "My name is Tyler, I'm head of the Estate here in the city. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Right. You too." I say slowly as my eyes continued to glance around the room. "What do you want with me? I've already told Banks I can't help you."

Tyler smiled. He leaned forward placing his hands on his desk. "We both know that's not true. You can help us; you're just refusing to."

"Exactly." I told him matter-of-factly with a roll of my eyes. "Did you really think that bringing me all the way down here would get you a different answer? I said no, so just leave it at that."

"Unfortunately dear, I can't do that. See this is bigger than us. Monroe, your father, has killed hundreds of people, and if we don't stop him, hundreds more will die."

"He's not my father." I leaned closer to the desk as I spat the words out. "Fathers are loving and caring. They are supposed to teach you how to throw a ball and to have fun. Mine taught me how to break someone's neck and tortured me until I was no longer weak. He is nothing more than a sperm donor."

"Then what is stopping you from putting him away for the rest of his life? You know that what he is doing is wrong. You are the only one who can stop him Kya." Tyler said. His voice was urgent, yet remained calm and never rose.