Chapter Thirteen
“Come,” the little girl beckoned. “I'll take you somewhere fun.”
Perdita nodded, and followed the girl, through a door and a maze of hallways, finally coming to a stop in front of a large, intimidating set of double doors.
“Continue Perdita. Everything will be explained in time,” the white haired girl giggled.
Time- why wait if you could have answers instantly?Perdita thought, her trembling hands moving against her will to the door's handles.
She tried to stop them, but the harder she tried, the more her hands hurt, and the worse her headache got, so she gave in since the pain lessened as she touched the cool polished wood of the handle.
She had a bad feeling, but was longing to see what was behind the set of double doors, so she took a deep breath, pulled them wide open and stepped into the blinding light shining through them.
The next thing Perdita knew, she was standing in a large round room with a cold, black marble floor, large windows overlooking a green field, a soothing green pattern on the wallpaper, and dark brown curtains. In the center of the room stood a mammoth of a desk, its wood a deep reddish-brown color and everything on it neatly organized.
There was a great black chair with its back turned towards the door Perdita had just come through. When she turned around, she saw that the door had disappeared and become a mirror. Frowning, she took a tentative step to the desk, shivering as she noticed the floor was colder than it had been where she had woken up.
“'Scuse me-” she called out, her voice echoing eerily in the large room.
“Anybody here?” she asked.
“Body here- here- 'ere-” her voice echoed back.
The chair turned around with a squeak, in it a large balding man sat with chubby hands and fat, hairy knuckles. His eyes were set deep in his bony, yet round face, gleaming greedily from their sockets.
He was dressed up in a suit and a tie, all done perfect, and what was left of his graying hair combed back, but greasy looking and stinking of oil. His hands were folded neatly on hid lap, and he was watching Perdita with a smirk on his face.
The first word that crossed her mind looking at the disgusting little man was pedophile. The glint in his eye and the way he smiled made him look awfully lot like the kind of man that would take advantage of young girls striving for a good grade.
“I was expecting you Perdita,” he said slowly, as if speaking to a stupid child.
“You were Mr.-”
“Flannel. Headmaster Flannel that is.”
“Where am I?” Perdita asked.
“Leyaan Academy,” the man stated, standing up. “I called somebody to escort you to you room Perdita. Your classes will start tomorrow. It is very late, so get some rest once you make yourself comfortable.”
Perdita looked out the window, not having noticed that it really was late. She found that odd, but said nothing, hitching her skirts to move around more freely.
Mere moments later there was a knock at the door.
“Enter,” the headmaster ordered blandly, the door opening soon after, revealing a tall boy who could not have been older than sixteen. He had scraggly, pitch-black hair, which was a little long and unkempt. His skin was pale, like that of a person who had lost a lot of blood recently. He had a scar just above his right eyebrow, in a little crescent shape; his eyes were a deep, wine red, a sort of deep melancholy swirling in them, but seeming unwilling to show it.
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Mystery / Thriller"Once a being has been named, it has power. Be sure to take care of yours. I'd know how important it is, because I lost mine." Joshua is always fretting over the "what ifs" in life, but never trusts his gut feeling because it's always wrong... at...
