Clair de Lune

9. C Class

I closed the door to my room behind me, clutching the slightly singed backpack close to my chest while I took a look around the room. The glass had been swept up and thrown out, and the mirror was replaced with a new one. My cot had been de-shackled and looked just like a normal bed now, with a white blanket and a pillow. I took a seat and set my bag in my lap, unzipping it and finding my crocheted blanket sitting on top. I pulled it out and spread it out across my bed before going back in and digging out everything from inside. All of my belongings were still there, including the five grand I'd stashed in my favorite socks. I was able to relax now that I'd accounted for everything.

The moment I got up to get changed, something fell off of my lap and hit the floor. I looked down to see the polaroid Nolan had given me, along with the candy bar I had yet to eat. Tears welled up and over the rims of my eyes as I leaned down to pick up the items and hid them both beneath my pillow. A deep breath helped me to clear my mind and stop the trembling in my hands. I snatched up what looked to be the remains of the navy dress I'd been wearing that night, the hem only a little seared and barely noticeable. I tugged it on over my head and a knock at the door gathered my attention, only to see a hand holding a pair of white mary janes reach in to set them down. I smiled and without a second thought I stepped into them before rejoining Sergei in the hall.

"So, where are we off to?" I asked him, looking around curiously. There just seemed to be a never ending line of doors down the hallway.

"Well, how about I show you around the facility before I set you loose?" He offered, and I gladly agreed to join him.

We walked the opposite way of the infirmary, heading to the left instead of the right and finding a little more liveliness the further we got. I saw a door to the outside world, the sunshine bearing down on what looked to be a domed garden. My fingers itched to pick the flowers, but I knew I'd have to wait until my tour was over.

At the end of the hall was something I wasn't expecting to see. There was at least four to five TV's hooked up to the wall, each tuned into a different kind of program with people watching from the sofas below. There were bookshelves lining the walls and I saw Necro in the corner, a headset over his ears while he listened to an audiobook. I would've waved, but he wouldn't have seen me.

"Here's the entertainment section, everyone in classes D-B are allowed to wander here and converse with the rest of the first floor. Classes A and S are housed in the floor below us and due to their volatile nature, they have to be kept behind closed doors." Sergei explained as we walked through the area, my eyes wandering to all corners of the room.

"Classes?" I asked absentmindedly, my focus shifting back to him.

"The subjects here are sorted into classes. D Class is the lowest, least dangerous, and mostly just anomalies on the human spectrum," he told me, "C Class is higher, a little more dangerous but still human in all senses of the word. They can range from people like you to skilled assassins that have been dead for centuries and ghosts that can walk through walls."

"So I'm a C Class?"

"Yes ma'am," he grinned, "we're coming up on a B Class right now, take a look through that window."

Just as he mentioned it we passed by a large window in the wall, revealing what looked to be a playroom for smaller children. I saw maybe three to four non-human looking ones, but there was a little girl sitting in the corner playing with finger paints. She couldn't have been older than eight, and her skin was alabaster against the gray, her hair a beautiful platinum blonde that fell down her back in an even sheet. When she turned to the window though, I saw a deep black where her eyes were supposed to be, the orbs filled with darkness. It sent a chill down my spine when she waved at Sergei, and he waved back at her.