The Deluge (On Hold for now)

Unwanted Revelations

 I straightened up and stared down the hallway. It was creepy, but it seemed familiar. I’d definitely seen this place before. I assumed it was either now or never. I could’ve stayed there and who knows what comes to get me, but I was curious. I was getting a strange sense of Déjà vu.

 I started down the seemingly desolate hallways. If I wasn’t terrified, I’d have stopped and looked at the various decorations on the wall. They were beautiful and somewhat mysterious. I entered a small room, with a strange blue light coming from a corner of it. I drew in a deep breath to say something, something that wouldn’t expose my fear.

 But, before I could utter a word, a voice spoke in an irritated hush.

 “Why can’t they keep their trainees to themselves? But, who, who stopped it? Madam Lagash-“

 The person, obviously of the male gender, seemed to notice my presence and turned slowly. His features, they were magnificent. He didn’t have a perfect face. No, on the contrary, his face was beautifully imperfect. His thick black hair was spiked in some areas and in others lay flat on his head. His caramel colored skin-tone was paired with two deep dimples on each side of his face. His eyes were big and innocent looking. His eyelashes seemed to brush his cheek when he looked down. He didn't seem to notice these things about himself, but I did.

 Shock, crossed his face, then irritation. As if I was dreadfully late. He stood, arranged some files on his desk and walked over to where I stood.

  Disinterest masked his face as he took a swift glance over me. I felt immediately inadequate. There was nothing special about me, nothing beautiful. My eyes, I always thought were a little too big for my face. My lips, unnaturally thin. My hair was a whole next story, too brown in some places and too dark in others.

   "Come,” he said finally, walking away without a backward glance. I stared after him incredulously, but, followed anyway.

   We walked down an entirely different hallway, filled with blue paintings that seemed rain-like. The paints interested me; I wanted to know the stories behind them, the hidden secrets.

  He stopped at a big, wooden door, with a plaque on it. I couldn’t make out the words, it looked prestigious nonetheless.

  He knocked once, and entered, not waiting for me to follow, or without even checking to make sure I would.

 I gulped.

  I entered the room, holding my breath. I gaped. I decided from before that I couldn’t, wouldn’t be shocked anymore. But, the room was beyond all comparison, it was huge.              

  On every wall were photos of… rain? A little to the right, blocking a few photos was a huge bookshelf, lined with books, I could definitely spend a few days in there with them. It took me a moment to notice that the pictures seemed to cover what seemed to be a closet. My eyes finally landed on the person behind the mahogany desk which was covered with so many books and papers that I almost had a headache looking at them.

  The lady rose, taking off her cat-eyed glasses in the process. She smiled widely, a few laugh lines came into view. The strange feeling returned as if she was expecting me. Her face was so pretty and mature looking, her eyes had a grayish tint to them. Her hair, black and streaked was up in a bun. Her lips were full and spread over white glossy teeth.

 ”Hi,” she said softly, as if there was some unknown fear showing on my face.

 I didn’t answer but continued to stare, I heard an exasperated sigh to the side of the room, and I looked around in irritation

  Her voice startled me as she spoke again, it sounded welcoming somehow. “I’m Katherine Lagash.”

  I didn’t want to be rude so I took a deep breath wanting my voice to be stable. “I’m Trishauna Moore.”