World of Sacrifice

Chapter 5 Mistaken

I glanced at my phone for the millionth time scents I got home. Rummaging through piles of clothes I managed to score a dark blue flannel on the floor. I dug out a pair of converse and slipped them on. Once dressed I checked out my appearance in the full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door right before I left. Every inch of my clothing was either wrinkled or permanently stained from my inability to eat without wearing my food.

Anxiously I passed back and forth, stopping every five seconds to check the time on my cell. My nerves were wounded as tightly as a bowstring. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I decided around nine was the best time to leave. I was careful to avoid detection as I headed downstairs. I squeezed in between the double doors. The last time I was hear was when my dad died. As I started looking around I noticed that all of the oil lanterns were lit by a blue flame.

"That's strange," I mumbled out.

"You're late," Marcus called from up in the loft.

"You never specified a time!" I started moving towards the latter. The dirt floor and strewn hay muffled my foot steppes. Marcus cleared his throat. I was too scared to turn around. He was standing right behind me.

"What's the matter?" He teased in my ear. I spun around glaring daggers at him, I don't know what his plan was but I was getting frustrated.

"Did you come here to annoy me or help? I want answers, Marcus! Tell me, why are we here?"

"You remember this place don't you?" He paused waiting for my reaction."You stood, right about hear. Didn't you?" His eyes gleamed with hatred.

"What are-" He cut me off, fully in rage.

"Don't you play stupid bitch! You know exactly what I'm talking about. You can run, you can hide but I can smell it on you. The fear, sadness, hatred, you discuss me." I was crying but I didn't make a sound. We just stood there, neither wanting to say it out loud. I took a deep breath.

"Fine, this is where my father died. This is where I found his body."

"When was it?"

"You know exactly when it was. I was only four but it's my most predominant memory. No matter how much I try his dismembered body is always in the back of my mind." Tears still streaming down my face I finally looked at him. "Is that all you want to hear from me."

He was unamused with my response."I'm here to train you."

"Train me?" It was my turn to scoff. "For what?"

"All answers have questions but my orders were very specific."

"Why won't you answer any of my questions? Are you afraid of slipping up and telling me something! Do you know nothing?" He gave me a long cold look when he finally spoke his voice came out low and forceful.

"Yes because you're not ready. I don't agree with anything that is going on but you need to get this through your fucking head. You don't have a choice anymore. You either join our side willing or we'll lock your little ass up and you'll never see the light of day again." I stared at him in shock.

"Why would-" I got cut off again.

"Why are we making such a big fuss over you? Because your pretty and powerful? I don't think you haven't noticed what you did that night."

"What night?" His eyes darkened.

"When you killed yourself." I looked at him in panic. How did he know about that? "You ignored the facts and chalked it up to fate, coincidence, random acts of God." He scoffed. "Look I don't have time to explain this nicely. Fall in line or get squashed little bitch."