Chosen

chosen 2

I didnt plan on making another chapter but I guess for the hell of it will :)

Me, and all my other fellow sisters were seated at grand table in what the elder called a dining room.   Food lined the table even though all of it looked as if you couldn't even eat it.   It looked like it was wax and sprayed with preservatives 20 times.  I hadnt eaten in 2 days and my stomach wouldn't  shut up.   We all had a glass of thick red wine with our fake food.  The elder sister told us we could eat and I grabbed a plate and piled it with food.  Before we could eat the elder silenced us. I was so confused of what was going on. 

"Pass the goblet" she said he black hair electric in the dusty film of light in the room.  A large golden goblet was passed around the table people took small drinks of it their faces twisted after they swallowed.  Briuses were left on the faces of my supposed sisters.  This was so not a sorority. t Hey were all kidnapped by the elder.  We all feared her.  She could kill us all off with what she could do.  I looked at my own hands and saw my reflection of my face in the plate in front of me.  My lip was puffy and I had dark blue circles unde my eyes.  I was a pale white with no sign of color at all.  Icouldnt explain what she could do.  It was like she conrtolled the air aroufn us. like the very breathe we breathed could be poisened simply at her will. when the goblet came to me i was hesitant. i had been living on the streets for while after my parents were killed. i didnt know how they died they jsut never came home after school and there was no one there to pay the bills so i was forced to live on the streets. 

"sister Rose" the elder called to me from the end of the table. my heart nearly stopped and my breathe caught in my throat. 

"yes sister?" i asked trying to be complient. she beckoned with her hand making a drinking motion with the shape of her fingers. i nodeed and lifted the cup to my lips. sickly sweet liqiud slid down my throat. it tasted like cherry cough medicine but more deadly. i passed it to girl sitting in my right. that girl was alsom y roomate Ema. she took it without saying a word and took a qiuck sip and passed it to the next sister. 

the elder lifted her hands and said somehitng in french no one understood. but most of the sisters started to eat so i did the same. 

we were all exused after dinner and sent to our rooms Ema following me up the staricase and down the hall. when she closed the door behind us i ran over to her and shook her by her shoulders. 

"we must leave!" i said my coice shrill and high pitch out of nervouness. she looked at me like i was crazy. 

"swi roma atw schit, you are the chosen one" she translated. i still had no idea why everybody was speaking in french even thoughi was half french half irish. still people!

"chosen for what?" i cried

"you will be the next elder" she said. my eyes widened. i didnt even know why i was here. she beat us for no reason at all. she marked us with a certain symbol. mine was a cresant moon covered in vines. 

there was a short knock at the door. Ema slid her finger across her throat and opened the door. 

"good evening elder" she said not meeting the elder's eyes. 

"good evening sister" the elder said mimiking her. 

"may i speak to sister Rose for a moment?" she asked. a devilish smile streched across her face lowering her head. her eyes black with curiosity. 

"yes elder" Ema said she gestured to me to follow the elder down the hallway. i followed her. her long black gown flowed and bilowed on the worn ancient rug runnung down the hallway. she walked qiuckly and with a purpose i had to walk as fast as i could to keep up with her. she made a sharp turn to the left and opened a wide red door. 

"welcome sister, these are my quarters." she said wavingme toi a small sitting room to the right of a secood stair way. i nodded when she told me to sit down. she walked over to me and took my palm in her hand. she examined it, something long and sharp came out of her robe pocket.  a knife. she grabbed it out of the flating air and sliced my palm. 

i gasped and tried to pull my hand out of her hand put she didnt budge. blood spilled all over the white carpet. she started chanting someting in french that i,again, didnt inderstand. a blue light shot through my cut, turning my hand  cold as ice. i screamed scared of what was happening to me. pain rippled through me as vines of red laced themselves around my body covering my skin. 

my vision was bluring as black dots covered my perifial vision. my head became to heavy for my neck to carry and i fell onto the flood stained rug that smelled like bleach.