Raven Flight

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

A Shot in the Dark

The next thing I know I'm chained to an unfamiliar stone bed, and being yelled at by this horribly evil, scary guy that has strange powers. Yeah, I know what your thinking, so deja vu'ish, but I guess I've caught up to myself...Hmm... Well, here's to the present, because that's all I have to tell you about.

The next day, I awoke to find a strange soft black outfit hanging from a hook on the wall. It included a long sleeved loose-fitting shirt, some yoga-like pants, and a cap that held back my hair without it being tied up. There were also some light-weight, but sturdy black shoes that were set on the floor underneath the rest of it. The whole ensemble reminded me of something a ninja would wear, and though it was very covering, the material was thin and loose enough that it wasn't uncomfortable or hot at all. As I got out of bed, which was now a real bed, since they decided they trusted me, I cautiously approached it, and was busy studying the material when the door opened and in walked Thomas, “Ready for your first day on the job?” He said cheerfully.

“If it means I don't have to sit around here all day,” I replied. He gave me a detailed list of instructions on what to do when I was ready, then left so that I could get dressed. Before I could even finish, A million things started entering my mind on what I could possible be doing to have to put on such an outfit. I looked toward the door and contemplated not going, but decided that whatever was laying ahead of me would be safer for me to know about it than not.

Sure that I would, in fact, be going through with it, I went through my mental checklist to make sure I had everything on right, and walked out of my room, letting my door slam conclusively behind me. The long walk down the hall seemed even longer as my nerves bombarded me with unnecessary negative thoughts. I picked up my pace and quickly walked into the cafeteria to eat my breakfast. Instead of my usual meal ready for me at the table, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the specially made meal-to-go from Marge, as Thomas had instructed me, then exited out a door in the back that I hadn't known about before this morning. I slowly walk through the memorized sequence of hallways that I had gone over earlier, and calmed myself as I ate my breakfast. It was light, but filled with nutrients like usual, but in a mobile form as opposed to my customary bowl of oatmeal. This was more of a granola bar with extra fruits and oats added in, but it wasn't that bad, and I suspected that Marge had made it herself. Sooner than I had expected, I approached the last door and paused, not sure what would be on the other side. Throwing away the remains of my breakfast in a nearby trash can, I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

I almost take a step back as a wall of sensory hits me. I'm in a huge room filled with people going every which way, the noise is deafening, and I can a number of interesting smells are wafting around the room, as I would expect in a large group of people. Some are wearing the same black outfit as me, while most of the others are wearing costumes made of blues, greens, or browns. The lights far above me are cranked up, and I almost have to squint to keep myself from seeing spots. After a few long seconds, the sensory overload seems to disappear, and I quickly adjust. Soon after, I notice a small group of people across the room trying to catch my attention. All but one of them are wearing things similar to mine, but one of the men standing in front wasn't wearing anything that looked like an agent's uniform, and I realize quickly that it's Agent Thomas. He is standing on his tip-toes and is waving his arms around, gesturing dramatically for me to come over to them.

Now sure of where I was heading, I swerved in and out of the swarms of agents, ducking and dodging around the many different shapes and sizes, most of them being at least a few years older than me, but a few, looking as confused as I felt, were about the same age as me, if not a few years younger. I silently wish them luck, as well as heaping good fortune on myself, telling myself that everything will be perfectly fine.