Who Needs Superheroes?

Chapter 6: Lust, Fear, and More Fear

I hated fate.

After following Fear through the "magical doorway" 10 minutes ago, I was brought to an enormous room made of concrete. The room was round and the walls were concrete that met in a dome at the ceiling. The concrete suprisingly was older, not so old that you would be afraid of it collapsing, but old as in it had been there for at least a decade.

There were light fixtures all along the ridges of the dome. The room had to be at least 100 feet tall and 100 feet in diameter. The walls rose straight up for about 70 feet before they began to slope into the dome. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I saw it.

 Directly underneath the center of the room was an immense wooden, circular table. Gathered around the table were about 20 men dressed in business suits with assorted ties. They were each arguing with each other, to point where it was considered screaming. They were so preoccupied in proving each other wrong, that they didn't notice when Fear walked in, his posture tense. One man who had a tie with blue bubbles on it casually glanced our way for a breif millisecond only to do a double take and gesture to the other men that there was a new presence in the room.

 In a matter of seconds the deafening screaming had turned in deafening silence. All eyes immediately went to Fear and they only broke contact to bow their heads in respect. Only when they all looked back up did they notice my compact figure hiding in Fear's shadow. Fear noticed this and turned to look from me to the men.

My cheeks had caught fire under their scrutinizing stare. I could feel their gazes trailing up and down my body until they stopped at my chest.

Fortunately, the men's fear was greater than their lust so when Fear let out an obviously purposeful cough, the men all ripped their lust filled gazes from me and turned to look at Fear.

"What's going on here?" Fear dark and commanding voice questioned.

The men seemed to cower away from his voice, but one man- the man with the blue bubbles tie- came forward from the men; he seemed to be the leader -- next to Fear of course. I scrunched my nose at his tie; it felt too out of place with the morbid times we were going through. Bubble Tie Guy bowed his head in respect. He was middle aged and had gray streaks through his brown hair. His green eyes looked cold, but submissive.

He cleared his throat and began, "Master Fear, we were just discussing the new rape policy you had put in. Not all of us...believe it to be useful," he said slightly recoilling away from Fear as if he would have been struck. But Fear didn't even flinch, he just bore his eyes into Bubbles Tie Guy.

"Why," Fear inquired but it sounded more as a statement than a question. Nonetheless, he still gave the men a chance to defend their arguement.

"Well, Master, we believe that rape isn't very important now a days. Crime rates are fairly low and rapes almost never happen anymore. Some of us don't think we should move the rape sentencing to life time. The cost to imprison them for that long is extremely high," he finished confidently, but then realized his mistake and added, "of course sir, this is just our measely opinion. It is ultimately up to you, Master."

"Listen, you cowards," he commanded loudly with his dark authority, "rape is not a light matter. What I say, goes, so make it," he boomed with his loud, overpowering voice, causing all of the men to shriveled up into themselves. 

"Of course, Master," Bubble Tie Guy shakily replied with rapid nods of his head.

"I hate your tie. Take it off," Fear said in a quiet, but scary voice. Bubbles Tie Guy fumbled for the tie and quickly took it off his neck. Fear snatched it from his hands and took out lighter from his pocket. With hard eyes devoid of any emotion, he flicked it for a flame and a second later, a small flame rose from the tie. Once it was burnt beyond recognition another man with a blue tie scurried over with a fire extinguisher and sprayed the fire.