Spectrum

chapter two

     the rest of the day was a blur. lecture after lecture, and by the end of it all my head felt as if it was full of cement, just like everyday. now time to slump my way home and prepare myself for my mothers 'company'. she always invites big shots over to try and get them to look at me as a potential employee.
   
     so after i waved Caddy goodbye, and walked my way back into the white abyss thay was the Ivory community, i plopped myself down onto my bed. i stayed this way, in my sprawled out form, until i heard the keylock open and my mom twist the knob.

     "Doe!" she was still surprisingly cheery. "I'm home, honey!" the only thing she could be cheery about is dinner, but even that's odd. she's never been this excited. she opened my door. i sat there in silence. "Well I was going to keep it a secret," she began. "But I don't think I can keep it in any longer." her smile radiated in the dimly lit room. "Our visitor tonight, is Mr. Lombry," i looked at her instantly.

     "That's the president." i confirmed myself. we laughed together.

     "Yes," she squeeled like a schoolgirl. "So," she grabbed a stray hair and tried to convince it to rejoin the neat braid. "You should make yourself look real nice for him," she gave me a quick smile, collected herself, then removed herself from my room.

     i moved to my closet. pulling open the doors, to reveal a form-fitiing dress hanging on the door. with it on i felt like a woman. i placed large oval pearl earrings in my ears. it's rare to let someone in Ivory wear something of a color other than pure white, however makeup was an exception. i guess that's why i love it so much. from sliding the dark red lipstick across my lips, to brushing on mascara, i loved it all. once i was done i put my braid into a bun. a little sloppy, but the act of rebellion was nice. my mom has never let me wear a pair of her famous polished high heels, but tonight was a special occasion.

     when the doorbell rang, my heart stopped. my mother was shaking with excitement as she grasped the door. when she pulled back the large white marble door, it felt like winning a million dollars behind curtain number two. there he stood in all of his glory. his shoulders were broad and his suit jacket perfectly complimented them. his jaw was quite chisled, and he had a very rough face. short brown hair and a little beard scruff. he was a very handsome man.

     "Mr. Lombrey!" my mother exclaimed. "What an honor," he chuckled at this.

     "But it is I, who owns the honor," he had a warm smile. he slyly moved his way to the stairs on which i was standing. "And who may this lovely lady be?" his glare melted me on the inside. melted me to the point where i got burnt.

     "My name is Doe, I'm Ms. Jones' daughter," i blushed at him. our eye contact never broke. "And may I say it is a great honor to dine with you tonight," this time i show my teeth when i smile.

     we all sat down, my mother across from the president, i across from two of the presidents guards. why he needed protection i'm not sure. much small talk later, we are all focused on my mothers delicious fetticini. i seen the president shoot a look at his guards, however i couldn't determine weither the glare was of sadness, conformation, maybe even anger? his guards stood up and offered to fill our glasses. champagne. very pure.

     "So, Debra..." his voice dropped and suddenly he wasn't as charming as he had fooled me into believing. "We're here to talk to you about your current carrer," my mother obviously thought the next thing coming to her was a promotion or raise. i'm guaranteed she wasn't expecting a knife to be held up to mine and her throat. "You see Debra," he placed his hands on the table and stood up. fear struck through my veins. is this how i die? by the cruel cold-hearted hands of a silent assassin, a murderer that cowards behind a mask. suddenly, my fear transformed itself into anger. "I believe soon, there will be an openi-"

     "Excuse me," i interrupt. "Excuse me," i reiterrate myself to make sure that my words are being heard. "May I please go into another room?" i pleaded. using my best 'innocent little girl' voice. his glare changed from my mother, who now had tears staining her cheeks, to me. my eyes lit with the fire of anger. he walked over to me, each step seeming longer than the one before. he carassed my face with his hand. rough like his face.

     "I don't know," he whispered in my ear. "Will you be a good girl for me when I'm done with my business here?" he pecked my cheek, then moved down to my neck. i summoned up fake tears and let them fall.

     "Ye-ye-y-yes," i whimpered out.

     "Well, I'm not a complete monster," he looked up and told the man holding a knife to my throat something in a foreign language and he responded lifting me up and walking me into the porcelin kitchen. my mind was racing. i needed a way to escape. the man had a knife to my throat and a gun at his waist that i'm sure he wouldn't hesitate to fire.

     "So," i started making my voice as seducive as possible. "I have a thing for men in uniform," i began. i was a peacock, and i was strutting my feathers. i backed into him and i could tell he was a sucker for these things. "Want to... play?" i was trying my best and my work paid off when he started to unbuckle his jet black belt. i knew it.  he was part of the Noir community, as is the president. "Let me," i offered to strip the man. he whispered in my ear.

     "Okay baby," and that's when i did it. he removed the knife from my throat. i got on my knees and silently unsheathed the black pistol from it's cartridge. i stood up and turned around to face him. i pushed him into the counter with the pistol positioned on his forehead. his eyes grew to the size of the moon. then. BAM!