End Of Man (COMPELTIONG ESTIMATION 6/9/2019

CHAPTER 15 - THE FACES 1789

I have no idea what to expect. I will find out soon though, I guess. 

It was ever so quiet, there would be more noise at cemetray in the dead of night had it not been for the clicking of the Baroness's six inch heels. The sound of silence is fine in the right setting. This is just creepy. Still the lights went dim, then bright, then dim again. This, as the Baroness had explained, was to signal the gathering was ready to commence. I will admit, my mind wandered about what will occur. I did not know what to expect. In truth, I felt butterflies in my stomach, I wont lie. All I knew is this, I was expected. 

The corridor we walked along had many paintings in fashinnoble gold frames by some of the greatest artists to have ever stroked a brush. The layout of this palace is like a labyrinth, there are so many archways going this way and that. Awful gargoyle faces dawned the arches keystones.  I probably would have got lost if I were left on my own, which would have been typical. I noticed the Baroness and I were following a red carpet. It was brought in especially for this evenings event, I assumed, for there was not a spec of dirt on it. It looked immaculate. The oriel windows were several metres a breast and outside I can see the pale moon sharing down its mediocre glow.

Still we kept walking, following the red carpet. 

All I could think about was that person who was shot. What a callous act the big woman had carried out, and to what end? I cry out? To preserve the order? What am I doing here? That was the other thing that irked me and gave me goose bumps all over. I was already feeling awful, anxious, curious. I had never felt so many emotions. My knees were trembling. I remember uncle Roy and giving evidence against him in court. He sexually abused me when I was young. I never really got over it. Leon helped me out. He came into my life at the perfect time. I have become a better individual because of him. I believe Roy lives in Florida now, not that I care. I will admit, if this is a society that gets back at men, especially those like my perverted paedophile, uncle Roy, then I am all for it. 

 Guarding one such arch way, were what I silently called, the red guards. For the simple reason being these women adorned a red cloak, but they wore a mask to hide there faces. I guessed the Baroness and these guards were not the only three wearing masks at his gathering, there may be more. They wear a plain white mask with wide slits for the eyes but the expression of the mask is wholly melancholy. They moved there arm to pull back there cloaks and in there other hand was a deadly knuckle duster dagger with a red handle, fitting. Cloaks and daggers. How cliché when you think about it?  

Then a butler came through the great silver unburnished door at the other end of the narrow hall. She was wearing a gold mask and simillary to the red guards the mask looked melancholy. Is there no joy in this place? The female butler had black hair cropped quite short. She had a striped white shirt on a black vest with matching trousers and thin tie. She had a confident swagger as though she were a model on a cat walk. She bows, like a gentleman, and says all politely, "password?"  

"All men must die!" The baroness uttered. 

The bow indicated we were allowed entry.

This caught my attention, I must admit. "All men must die?" Off all the words/pharses one might imagine it was specifically this. Why? Was it literal? A hidden meaning perhaps? I shrugged at my own thought as we were allowed entrance. We followed the butler who was mute. When we approached the door this female butler proceeded to knock on it three times. The door swung open at once. 

This time a person wearing a black mask which had a blank expression opened the door for us. She had snow white hair and an immaculate white suit. She pointed the Baroness and I in the right direction. That is when I faintly heard the ominous music.