Flame

Chapter 2-Waiting

Chapter 2

Waiting

I woke up with my head aching, I groaned and struggled to prop myself in an upright position. I tried to remember what happened, something with a monkey? And a portal? Suddenly it all came rushing back to me, I was following a monkey into an alleyway when I fell into a portal and go transported to... well to wherever this place is. I looked around, I was in what appeared to be a broom closet, I felt around the walls searching for a door knob. Once I found the knob I gave it a little turn and a small push to coax the door away from its frame. The door creaked open and I peeked around the corner of it to see a monkey sitting in front of me staring at me expectantly.

Before I could fully process the fact that the monkey was there it scampered off, and having almost no choice, I followed. I wove through endless amounts of corridors, passing by countless rooms and windows, but I avoided letting my curiosity getting the better of me and continued on the path that the monkey had set for me. I began to get out of breath, I started to slow down so much that I lost track of the monkey.

Luckily for me it was only leading me to a room just around the corner. I stopped to catch my breath, I took that moment to survey my surroundings. The hallways on either side of me were long corridors of stone. I turned my attention back to the door into which the monkey disappeared, it was lined with intricate designs that had worn with age. The door was old and wooden, the beautiful silver door knob out of place against the ancient boards. Nervously I twisted the knob, my hands slipping against the obviously polished surface. The door creaked open as I gathered my courage and stepped inside.

The room held the same ancient magnificence that the door possessed, it smelled of dust and strange incense, not a good combination. I surveyed the area more closely, the walls were stone while the ceiling and floor were wooden. Bookshelves lined lined the walls-all cluttered with everything but books. The floor was covered with a tattered rug, its color long since faded. Lined atop the shelves were candles, all blazing and a variety of jumbled scents.

Directly across the room from me was an old mahogany desk, a middle-aged woman was perched on the edge of her seat. he was dressed in an academic jacket over a white blouse and a pencil skirt that reached just above her knees. Her feet were also perched inside of very tall high heels. Her face was pinched around her petite, scarlet lips. Her hair was pulled tightly into a bun which caused her face to appear more strict than it already did. Her hands were clasped together so tightly that her pointed fingernails seemed to draw blood from her pale palms.

"Kendra Abbot." She said, her voice sounded just as pinched and forced as the rest of her.

"Yeah that's me." I said putting a slight edge to my voice.

"I trust that have quite a few questions for me, and I shall explain everything as soon as the others get here." She announced waving her slender hand at an old wooden chair lined up neatly along the left wall of the room next to 3 others just like it. I took the seat and waited for five agonizingly long minutes until a boy a few years younger than me burst into the room. The woman looked up from her desk.

"Joshua Marlow." She stated plainly.

"Yes." He replied looking a bit flustered.

"Sit." She said motioning towards the vacant seat next to me. He made his way way over to the chairs and plopped down in it, he smiled at me. He had neat black hair and extremely light blue eyes which peered through his thick glasses. My eyes traveled traveled down his body, he was wearing a plain white t-shirt which was tucked neatly into black trousers. As my eyes returned to his face I caught the sight of a plain white watch with silver numbers and hands on his wrist.

"Hi." He said to me. "I'm Joshua, but you can call me Josh."

"Yeah, I heard." I said. He looked a bit embarrassed.

"So what's your name then?"

"Kendra." I said cooly.

"Well Kendra do you have any idea what this place is?" He asked me.

"Nope." I replied. "It sure is weird though."

"Yeah." He said while surveying the room. "I think you need this." He said tossing me a pocket mirror, it was sort of like a pocket watch.... but a mirror.

"Thanks." I said while catching it neatly in my hands. He then turned around to study his silver and white watch that I had seen before. I popped the pocket mirror open and examined myself in it. God, I was a mess! My thick brown hair was tangled into a billion knots, my strand of purple streaked hair almost completely concealed by the growing rat's nest perched on top of my head. I started to comb through it with my fingers so that I would look acceptable to the 'others', surveying myself as I did so. My brown eyes stared back at me through my thick eyelashes, when I tilted my head a certain way the orange streaks in my irises glowed with a flame that was foreign to me.

When I was done combing through my hair I surveyed the rest of me, I was wearing a black ACDC t-shirt with plain blue boot-cut jeans which just barely hid my worn out red converse sneakers from sight. I started to worry about what was going on and I instinctively clasped my hands around my necklace, it was gold and shaped like a flame, my mother gave it to my for my 14th birthday. I sighed and handed Josh the mirror, in that same instant two people came  through the door.

(Author's Note)

Hi everyone, here is the second chapter of my story!!!!!!! I hope you guys like it and I will be posting the second chapter tomorrow(4/30)

also the outfit of Kendra was inspired by my lovely friend NotReallyAWriter20!!!!! Please go check out her profile and read her stories!!!!!

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