Reverie [Bruno Mars - Editing]

Chapter seven

Chapter seven

The room was large and completely bare with no windows. The only decor I saw was on the far wall: two swords with long, thin blades crisscrossing each other, shielding a symbol I've never seen before. The thing that amazed me was the ceiling—It was made entirely of glass so clear, at first I thought there was no ceiling, but what would happen to this place if it rained? The sky was blue and cloudless. Rev's words drifted in my mind, It's going to rain. Hadn't in decades.

The walls were the same somber gray, as was the floor. Bruno and I walked side by side behind Joseph and Josephine. The air was thick with a heavy silence.

Joseph and Josephine ordered us to stop at a large star that was engraved  right in the middle of the floor. It was made of a dark, thick outline. It had many points, definitely more than ten. My heart jumped as the realization came to—I counted them in hopes—twelve. I untucked the necklace my mother gave me as a twelfth birthday present from under my shirt and silently counted the points of the star shaped pendant. Twelve points. And that necklace you have. . .

“Bruno?” I whispered, frantic.

He bent his head to look at me. I quickly pulled the chain from my neck. It broke easily. “Take this. Put it in your pocket.” I dropped it in his outstretched palm. He looked down at it, clearly bewildered on why I'm giving him a necklace. But then his eyes traveled around the star on the floor to the same exact star on my necklace. He lifted his eyes up to mine, his mouth opening to speak. No words came. “Please,” I begged.

He nodded and put it in his back jeans pocket. 

“Tell the Incurses that we are ready.” I hadn't noticed the man dressed in a suit at a door that was under the two swords. He was one of those people Bruno and I saw when we first arrived here, with the same unfocused eyes. He didn't reply to Joseph's order, just moved to open the door and quietly disappeared behind it.

I looked at Bruno. His arms were loosely at his sides and he was staring forward. Sweat prickled from his temples even though the room was fairly cold. I straightened and stared forward, trying to emulate his calm posture but I couldn't help but think of my mom, and how I actually don't know her at all.

I watched as the door opened and two figures dressed formidably came striding out. I inhaled suddenly. Bruno swore under his breath and stepped a little in front of me. “Stay behind me,” he told me, but I barely paid any attention, distracted by some kind of human sign of Ying and Yang.

The two men—the Incurses—were the combination of the colors black and white. The man on the left had paper white skin, midnight black hair, solid black eyes. The other had black skin, far too dark to be human, with stark white hair and clear white eyes. What was most terrifying was that they moved simultaneously, matching each other’s sweeping movements, as if they were one. Something about the way they moved together was uncannily beautiful: a soundless grace across the floor like the intertwining of wisps of smoke.

But as they stopped in front of us, I noticed that they could have been oddly striking, but their eyes, which swept over all of us silently, had no irises or pupils. Unnaturally, the one with the white skin eyes were all black, and the black skin's was all white. I wanted to run and hide, never seeing anything like it before, but was paralyzed. Bruno muttered, “What kind of sick shit. . .?”

“Mr. Peter Hernandez.” The Incurses even spoke at the same time, their voices monotonous but masculine. My blood ran cold. “Son of Pete Hernandez and Bernadette Hernandez, known to the world as Bruno Mars.” The Incurses’ sclera-less eyes regarded me and I could have sworn I seen the corner of their mouths lift upward in amusement. “And Ms. Adrian Hayes. Daughter of Ellen Hayes and the deceased David Hayes. It is very nice to finally meet you.”