Fallen Angels: Hidden Voice (ON HOLD)

The Men

Chapter 3: The Men

In the huge red room I wait on a scarlet chair that is too big for my small body. Everything in the room is blood-red; except for the wood which is stained mahogany. This is the room that I sit at every morning until they decide what to do with me. A group of men in white robes enter.

They are all people that I have seen before, except for one man. He appears to be in his middle ages and I can tell by the way the rest of the group fidgets that they want to please him and are nervous.

“What is this one?” he asks.

My examiner, a bald man in the crowd answers him in a tongue I have never heard before.

He glances at me after the bald person is done speaking and I give him my best smile.

“Where did you get that ribbon, child?” he asks me. The people gathered around him looked shocked. I am shocked as well, because, as I said before, no one has ever spoken to me.

“When I was outside a few weeds ago I found it in the dumpster,” I blushed after I said the words, for they sounded odd on y tongue. Although, I know this language and had it inside of me, it still had never been spoken aloud by me.

“Do you know how long a week is?” he asked with a hint of a smile playingon his lips.

I blushed even deeper as I replied, “No.” I had used the frays ‘a few weeks ago’ because it was something I had often times hear people saying when something happened a while ago.

He turned away from me, and back to the seemingly always shocked crowd.

“You see gentlemen, they can easily be taught our language if we bring them here young enough; if they arrive before learning the ‘other’ language. Even though you had not heard her speak before does not mean she can’t do it. And it most certainly does not mean that can’t understand you.”

I couldn’t understand him. What he said made no sense to me. It was as if he was speaking a foreign language. What was he meaning when he said that to them?

“Have you had any trouble with her?” he asked the man nearest to him.

“No, sir,” the man replied nervously.

“Good, put her outside with the others.”

The others? What was he talking about? Were their more groups like this waiting for me outside?

Jerry came to escort me outside. Jerry oftentimes escorted me where I would go. But Jerry looked different than usual. Where his beard was supposed to be there was none, just his chin. Had someone cut his beard off?

We walked silently through the halls, but the kept throwing me glances, which was unusual for him. I figured it was because he just heard me speak for the first time.

As we came to the double oak doors that led the the outdoor world he took one more glance at me, opened the doors, and I stood there in shock.