Perfect Suicide

Ch. 9 - A ghost from the past

After my meeting with the Council, they dismissed me and told me to wait in the hall outside their chambers; that someone would be along shortly to help me with my next steps.

When I stepped out, it was like I had stepped into another world.

The building the Council chambers were located in was extremely open, with an unknown number of windows stretching out in every direction. Walking up to one, I stared out in complete and utter shock.

The sky here... was purple, like a slightly darker and hazy purple.

And no, it wasn't like it was a sunset or something. That would've made a lot of sense, but they were missing one of the key elements of a sunset, the sun. I wasn't sure how they had any sort of light, but it was almost like the sky illuminated itself.

Turning my attention back to the inside of the building, the first thing I noticed was how quiet it was. It seemed as though there was no one else here at all.

The second thing I noticed was how much space was inside.

How many big was this place? Like how many square feet?

I tried to guess, but every answer that popped into my head seemed absurdly extreme.

"Hey, are you Heavenleigh?"

The face staring back at me was extremely beautiful. She had light brown peanut butter skin with spots of white over her left eye, the right corner of her mouth, and at the base of her neck.

Vitiligo? Is that what that was?

I cleared my throat and gave a small wave. "Yeah, that's me."

"Kind of an ironic name considering." She motioned to everything and laughed. "I'm Jahni."

"Oh, yeah. Guess I didn't think about it like that." I shuffled around anxiously.

"Well, if you want to follow me, I'll give you a quick tour and show you where you'll be staying." She motioned behind her, swiftly turned, and headed in that direction.

For a couple minutes, we walked in silence. I decided to use this time to study her a little more.

Jahni was extremely tall; I was guessing maybe about 5'10", maybe even six feet. All of her height was in her legs; they seemed to go on for miles, as did her arms. She seemed to be in decent shape with an incredible body that she was definitely aware of. The mini skirt that clung to her hips proved that.

I bet she works out at least three times a day.

Or maybe she was just naturally a baddie with a banging bod; I was guessing the latter.

"Okay, well, over here you have the cafeteria." She pointed in front of her after putting imaginary quotation marks around the word 'cafeteria'.

After seeing the look on my face, Jahni's body slumped forward. For a quick second, I felt anxiety rising in me at the thought that something might've been wrong or that I did something wrong. But, before that panic could settle in, laughter erupted from her.

My face must've shown how puzzled I was because after catching her breath and wiping her eyes, she continued on.

"It's not like a real cafeteria. There'll never be anyone here to actually serve you."

"So, how does it work?" I asked confused.

"Well, you see that machine over there?" She pointed to a machine that reminded me of a printer on crack.

"Yeah, I see it."

"You can consider that thing your server, or as I like to think, the cafeteria lady. You walk up to it, type in what you're in the mood for, and then, after a few seconds, presto! You have your food. After your first mission, they'll give you a watch that'll allow you to pay for it." She animatedly explained.