Take Note : It's All Different

7. Black Soul

The church was deserted. There was not a soul in sight.

"That's a bit harsh." The voice paused. "Just because I have a black heart doesn't mean I have no soul."

I stood startled and with my hands shaking. Mid step my head found the floor and I halted still. My heart rate raced upwards. Sky rocketing towards an extremity. My breathing almost uncontrollable. There had not been anyone here. It was empty. It was just a voice inside my head. It was not real. The voice spoke again, again with a joking nature to it.

"It's okay. I'm not the devil. I wouldn't be allowed in this hallowed hall if I were. But that doesn't mean I'm not one of his minions." I was too afraid to move. My body was frozen. I was stuck. There was no one here before. There was no one. And now there was someone who claimed to have a black heart standing somewhere in my presence.

"Turn around Ambrose."

Ambrose.

How did he know my name? How? I knew I had to obey I just had too. His voice was frightening and it sounded strong and like he could squash me very easily. He was stern and I knew he would get his way no matter what.

"Open your eyes Ambrose and turn around."

He didn't sound old enough to be my father. He couldn't be. He wasn't. This was a trap of some sort. And I was caught. I allowed them to catch me. This person was not my father.

I did exactly what he asked. I opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by mirrors. I don't know when I closed my eyes but now I saw mirrors. As I turned around that's all I continued to see. I could only see mirrors.

And then I saw his reflection. Dressed in black. He wore a tunic and pants much like a fighting outfit. Then I saw him. I watched his mouth move as he spoke. I was too afraid to look at his other features. I couldn't be faced by more nerves.

"See the thing with churches is you go to church to worship or to convert and since I don't want to do either I thought a change of location would be appropriate, at the very least that is."

"Then why here?" Why did I speak? I'm digging myself a hole! Why must I be so curious? Why do I ask questions? But my voice sounded strong. I sounded confident. How could the sound I project be so confident and my insides burning. I was captured.

"If you must know. Here I can see everything. Every hidden weapon. Every curve." He was so serious. What did he think I had to hide. "I also get to see my beautiful face." I couldn't help but look up to his eyes. I needed to see how serious he was now. But all I saw. He was beautiful. His fine physique was just wonderful. He was hot to be honest! His ash blonde hair was beach blown and his blue eyes blazed right through my soul. His eyebrows showed his cheeky side and his slightly blushed cheeks made me melt.

I was caught up in his body. his features. Just him in general. To take my eyes away from him I looked to the mirror image of myself. When I looked to the mirrors surrounding me I lost vision of him. He was gone. He was gone just as quickly as he arrived. I couldn't find him. I checked all the mirrors and reflections until I felt his breathes on the back of my neck. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I found myself turned to look at him in a flash. It was like a natural instinct. One I'd never used before.

He smiled. We were chest against chest. Our lips almost touching. Our breathes out of time. He tilted his head to the side and looked into my eyes with a relaxed stare.

"So Ambrose how much do you know? And secondly how much are you willing to tell me?"

"Firstly, who are you and how do you know to call me Ambrose and what shall I call you?"