Why was I here?
I feel my sleeve being tugged on and look over at Nahum. I was still focused on the question running through my head and not really focusing on what Nahum was trying to tell me. Nahum points at the front of the sanctuary and I follow his gaze. Malachi was motioning for me to come up. Other than the creepiness of the crowds gazes, my blood was pounding in my ears. These children had the power to crucify me on the spot. I wasn't sure if I was willing to put that much faith in Malachi. He was after all a complete stranger and we were out numbered a thousand to two or one how ever you looked at it. My left shoulder is shoved forward and I glare behind me at the accused. He was standing with a malicious look spattered on his face, he looks to Malachi for further instruction and Malachi looks at me as if to ask if I needed further force to do and I'm told. I get comfortable in my seat and smirk up at Malachi, I had found a new pride in my stubbornness. What was he gonna do? it wasn't like he could tell them to beat me. I was the 'chosen one' for Pete's sake. Isaac had said no harm would come to me and I wasn't sure if it was stupid to trust him, but a little part of me put faith in those words. I'm suddenly hoisted up by my upper arms, I start fighting and their grips tighten. I glare at Malachi as i'm brought to him by these massive hooligans. Malachi just smiles in reply. I'm harshly set down and pushed forward. Malachi grabs my stumbling figure and holds it to his tall stature. I'm momentarily thankful , because being carried like that up here was embarrassment enough. I'm so shocked to see how many kids are listening to Isaac's hate speech and nodding happily, like he's not telling them to murder innocent people. I probably shouldn't have spaced out because what feels like a second later, Malachi is leading me off the stage and towards a group of girls, some not much older than 16, that are giving me death glares. I frown in confusion, what had I missed in my absence of mind? I remember hearing mine and Malachi's name a couple times but I was to absorbed in wondering how things could get like this to focus on the content of Isaac's speech. I wish I could check out permanently but I need to save Abby. Maybe being some type of Messiah to these kids won't be so bad? I think grimly to myself. Malachi stops halfway to the group and turns me to face him. "I have some business to attend to and you are going to help the women tend the kids until dinner. I expect you to behave at least until I come get you to head to dinner together." He says studying my face for any sign of non-compliance. I narrow my eyes wanting to give a sarcastic reply but biting my tongue instead. I needed to play my cards right in order to get out of this mess. Malachi smiles before turning to walk away. I quickly grab his hand. "Wait! You seriously want me to go with that group of girls that look like they would rather see me torn to pieces than welcome me with open arms? If this is Isaac's decree then he's fucked up tremendously." Malachi turns caging me against the wall with his arms. I glance towards the girls seeing their death glares worsen each second. I turn back with his face mere inches from mine. "I mean this could only result in one of two things, your fan club kills me or I find a way to escape" I continue with a smirk. He leans closer with a smirk of his own. "Both of those end with dealing with me and I'm sure neither you or them want the punishments I keep in mind for women that won't learn their place." He moves one arm still leaning on the other. "Now go before I choose the latter of punishing you." I hold his gaze before deciding not to test his threat and walking to the group of girls.
