Daredevil

7. Darkened

The hallways were nearly empty aside from the occasional stray freshman. I walked to my class and cursed the person who made it on a Sunday morning. What if I went to church? Then what?

Let's face it.

I'm not going to go to church.

The classroom was all the way on the opposite wing, but my dorm was all I wanted. My warm bed was still calling my name and I could feel the constant pull, begging me to go back.

No. This class is essential. Pull me away from English literature instead.

Of course, the nagging didn't stop. I finally got to the classroom with five minutes to spare. I opened the door and took a seat amongst the dozens of students. I thought back to Molly who was probably still passed out in her bed.

The professor came in perfectly on time and the conversation quickly died down.

"Hello class. For those of you who aren't supposed to be here, this is basically your Biology 101 high school class so leave now if you want." He announced, making me smile. About three students got up and left, making some students laugh. "Good. Now, welcome to advanced biomedical studies."

I smiled and pulled out a notebook as everyone else typed on their laptops. Damn, if I could afford one of those...

I brushed off the thought and listened intently as he explained new and old information. I tried to make my notes pretty, but my writing is almost as bad as a doctor's. The class was about two hours long, completely packed with the criteria he was told to teach and I loved it.

This was my fourth year of university and I hadn't decided if I wanted to go further, or just take my degree and get out of this hellhole.

When the class ended, it took forever to get out because there were only two doors and about a hundred students trying to get through. Great architectural work.

When I finally got out, I stopped at the food court and decided to buy myself some lunch. I settled for some poutine and ate in the food court. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through some random social media when I felt the entire table tilt. You know, the one that's nailed into the concrete floor.

I looked up curiously and found a familiar bald egg looking back at me. "Greg? What are you doing here?" I asked confusedly, putting my phone down.

"The big man wants to talk to you." He replied somewhat cryptically. I quirked an eyebrow and tilted my head slightly as a habit.

"The big man as in Darren?" I inquired as Greg stood up and turned around. I frowned and grabbed my poutine as I started to follow him.

"You really shouldn't call him that, he doesn't like it." He informed me, not bothering to look at me.

"But he didn't correct me before." I told him as we exited the building. I wonder why Dare wants to see me. Did I do something wrong?

"Who do you think told me to tell you?" He questioned rhetorically. I made a circular shape with my mouth before shutting it. I was prepared for another long walk when Greg turned a corner towards the parking lot.

"You have a vehicle this time?" I thought aloud as he pulled out his keys and waved them at me. "Right."

He took us to a sleek black van that was somewhat concerning. "I'm not getting in that."  I announced adamantly. Greg got in the drivers seat and looked at me through the windshield impassively.

"Why not?" I'm pretty sure that's what he said. The glass looked thick and for some reason, I wouldn't have been surprised to find out that it was bulletproof.

"Because it's black van with tinted windows and you're a bald emo man taking me to a desolate location." I stated, planting my feet and crossing my arms over my chest.

He then got out if the car and came around to me. For a moment, I thought he was going to drag me into the car and I was afraid. "First of all, it's not desolate. You know there are many other people there. Second of all, I'm not emo. Lastly, I don't appreciate your blatant disregard for my baldness. It's a rising problem."

Alright so everything he said was true. "Even if you say you're not emo, you sure dress the part." I declared, watching as his brown eyes hardened.

"It's called the dress code sweetheart, I thought a smart girl like you would've caught in by now. I guess I overestimated you." He retorted, towering over my threateningly. I felt like shrinking under his gaze, but I held my stance.

"Dress code? For what? A cult?"

"Alright, fine. You were the one who wanted to partake in this cult so I guess you'll either suffer the unfashionable consequences or leave." Greg said, turning around and returning to his side of the car. He paused with his hand on the handle. "If you're not in this car within the next minute, I'll tell Dare that you've chosen the latter."

He then opened the door and got in, starting the car. I thought over my options. Either get in the car with Greg and risk getting kidnaped, while the alternative would include being part of an illegal organization where I can make money doing things I love. On the other hand, I could return to my dorm, make sure Molly doesn't get wasted again tonight, and finish that stupid English paper.

Unfortunately, the former sounds more appealing.

With a defeated huff, I put my hand on the handle and yanked the door open with more force than necessary and slammed it behind me. "You seem like a nice guy Greg, but if you try anything, I'll pepper spray you."

"You followed me down several abandoned alleys and now you're worried about that?" He did have a fair point. I was desperate for an adrenaline rush and if this was the only way to get it then so be it.

Plus, I didn't actually have any pepper spray.