Running From Darkness

The Order

Sorry I haven't been uploading regularly, I write when and where I can. Hope you guys are enjoying the story, keep reading for some more adventure with our heroes!
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Emily brought him some clothes the next day and told him to get dressed and meet her outside the door. James pulled on the black jumpsuit with red piping along the shoulders and threaded the red canvas belt through the loops and tied it at the back in a double knot. He then touched the button which opened the sliding door and stepped outside. What was outside of the cold, bleak room he had been staying in surprised him a great deal. There was dark, varnished wood running the length of the floor as ceiling with more wooden beams crisscrossing along the ceiling. Bamboo panels were the entirety of the walls around them. The only thing that broke the walls were more of the white, sliding doors that James had just appeared from. He saw Emily chatting to someone who looked about 17 and waited for her to finish her conversation before moving to stand next to her.
"Ready?" she grinned, obviously enjoying the look of uncertainty plastered across his face.
"As I'll ever be," he told her, and she set off at a brisk walk down the corridor. "Where are we going?" he asked her.
"You'll see," she told him mischievously. They walked down the seemingly endless corridor until they reached a set of wooden doors in the shape of a circle. Emily put her hand onto a conveniently located scanner and the door rolled slowly into the wall, allowing them access to the next room before rolling back into place again. James found himself stood in a large room dominated by a huge, round table (they seemed to be very fond of circles here) and around this table sat a variety of people. There were about 30 chairs around this table and it looked to James that about a third of them were filled. Closest to him were his 3 friends, dressed in the same black jumpsuits as him and looking refreshed and happy. An empty seat stood next to Sam and then Euan was sat in the next seat with his customary cigar clamped between his teeth. Next to him was an empty chair and then 5 people of varying genders and races but all clothed in the same black jumpsuits as seemed the norm around here. James took the seat next to his friends and Emily sat next to her dad.
"Thank you all for getting here so quickly," a man with a thick Jamaican accent and dreadlocks said to them, "we are always so pleased to have new members of The Order to welcome."
"Indeed," said a lady with blond hair that tumbled down her back in ringlets and a French accent, "we realise that you 4 probably have a lot of questions you want to ask and we will answer them all in good time. But first, we would like to tell you where you are."
"Thank you Cynthia," an Russian woman with auburn hair curled up into a bun and angular eyes told the woman, "I will take it from here. You are in a place called which is commonly referred to as 'Dojo' by it's inhabitants. We are an organisation called 'The Order' and we find and train people with powers. People like you 4."
"Our agent, Sam, has been watching you since you all moved up into secondary school. Since you were 12, so 3 years," a man with similar hair to Euan and completely white eyes. He looked into space as he picked up where the Italian had left off in his Indian accent, "we watched as you developed and then hen the time was right we were going to bring you here. However, the Evil got there first."
"He means the banshee," Sam explained.
"Yes, Sam is correct," said the final member around the table. A British man in his early 20's, "the banshee brought our plans forward and we had to send our best field-instructor, Euan, to assist you. However, it seems that you dealt with that yourself, eh James?" he gave James a smile that don't reach his eyes. "Now, do you have any questions?"
"Yeah. First of all, what are your names and what do you do here?" asked Nathan.
"My name is Havin Kithraputi," said the blind Indian man, "and I am the head of reconnaissance. We are the department who find the people with abilities."
"I am Mercy Graham," the Jamaican man told them, "I deal with surveillance. My department places agents, like Sam, in the field to watch as you mature and develop your powers."
The French woman was the next to speak, she wore tight-fitting leather with so many weapons that James couldn't be bothered to count them all, and he was sure she had more in some hidden spaces.
"My name is Cynthia Claubérô, I'm in charge of security here. I make sure that whilst you're here, the Evil's minions don't hurt you."
A thick Russian accent then said,
"I am Sashkia Raskov, my department sends people like Euan into the field to recruit people with powers such as yours." Sashkia's auburn hair was held up with a small dagger and she was dressed in one of the black jumpsuits but with gold piping and a gold rope belt. Finally, the British man at the head of the round table spoke.
"My name is Ben Grimes and I'm the head of this organisation. I oversee the rest all of there people here and check that all of the student training is going the way it should be." Ben was wearing a 2 piece pinstriped suit that undoubtably concealed some kind of weapon. His jet black hair shined against the lighting in the room and his face was a light shade of olive. How can all these people look so good?! James asked himself.
"Do you have any more questions?" asked Mercy.
"Yeah, I have one," said Joseph enthusiastically, "what powers do you guys have?"
"Well, that's an interesting question," smirked Sashkia.
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This chapter is dedicated to Sammoth936 , who's helped me with his comments and continued 'support'😂