As the
door began to open, the light from inside blinded Murdoc. He noticed a tall
silhouette of a figure that was standing at the doorway, as his vision began to
adjust to the blinding light.
“Yes? Oh, it’s you, come in.” Said the tall silhouette as it moved
to allow Murdoc in. “their expecting you.”
He walked through the pass way he was given, but suddenly
stopped and gazed open-mouthed at the person in front of him.
“Who are you?” he asked ‘It’s him!’ in shock, ‘The boy
from the dream’. He walked in hesitantly, keeping his guard; ”I’m here to
led you to them; may I take your jacket? Thank you.” The boy asked as he went
through the motions of taking Murdoc’s jacket.
“Please, follow me.” As the blue-haired boy ushered him, through a
candle-lit hallway, “You still haven’t told me who you are and what they want
with me.” Murdoc said with an even voice.
“I’m to only do what I am instructed to do.” the boy said quietly.
“Then I instruct you to tell me your name.” Murdoc snapped as he
began to lose his already short temper.
“If you would like to know my name and what they want with you,”
the blue-haired boy answered with fear slowly betraying his quiet voice, “you
will get your chance tonight, to get some answers, not all but some.”
“Why can’t you tell me your bloody name? Are you some fuckin’
dolt?” Murdoc snapped impatiently as his frustration was bubbling over.
The boy flinched as the last comment left Murdoc’s lips. “I can’t
tell you, or I’ll be punished…” he whispered looking around nervously as if
someone was listening, “Auntie Nydia and the others will be with you in a
moment.” He went back to the same tone he had used before. The boy ushered
Murdoc through some double-doors that led into a library, “please wait here.”
The boy closed the doors and locked them as he left.
‘Might as well, look around’ he thought looking through the books ‘Satanic
Verses, Demons and Dimensions, Green Eggs and Ham, Biblical Prophecies, Charles
Manson’s How I Did It…’ suddenly becoming aware he was not alone, he turned
around. A tall figure was looking out the window.
“Boy, is that you?” Murdoc squinted into the darkness corner where
the figure stood, until its face began to become clearer. “I’m not the boy.”
Her voice crisped. ‘It’s the hippie’ he thought. Thou she didn’t look
anything like when he first met her. Instead of the laidback demeanor she had
at the club, she had a darker one.
“Care for a drink?” she asked as she walked towards a small table,
near the doors, that had three bottles of liquor (he assumed) and some glasses.
“Sure, whatca got?” he asked walking towards her. “Tequila, vodka, and scotch;
what’d you take? Vodka?”
“Yeah, vodka. You’re Rubé right?” “Yes, that would be me. Here.”
She said as she gave him, his drink, and began to pour herself one. As they
drank their drinks, they began to talk.
“The others will be here in a moment…so, tell me something, what’s
your weapon of choice?”
“A little bit of
everything.” “Such as…” “Well, one of my favorites is strangulation, especially
using my own hands or my bass strings…mmm, great vodka, this is some good
stuff, not like that cheap shit I buy at the liquor…well anyways, as I was
saying, I love that feeling of their pulse slowly diminishing under my hands.
It makes you feel like your God or something like that.”
“I know what you mean. But, I use guitar strings, mostly. For me
it’s seeing them just fall. And it’s clean, no mess to clean up after. Just a
thin red line, hmm…we have something alike. I think you might just fit into our
little group.” Rubé said as she took a drink from her glass. “But you never
really told me. What your ‘little group’ is all about.” “That’s not for me to
tell you, yet. You’ll find out soon enough. Would you like to know a secret,
Murdoc?” he nodded, “You’ll have the ultimate high after we’re through with
you. Not, those petty ones you get out of the regular shit you’re used to…” she
came close to Murdoc so their were eye to eye with each other, and her voice
was just a whisper, “Just remember, once you’re in, there is no way out. So
make your decisions, true or you won’t live to regret it.”
Murdoc looked at her in
disbelieve. ‘She’s off her rocker. She’s
just trying to scare me off from joining…’ he thought as the her words
started to sink in. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Murdoc asked Rubé.
“Just watch with open eyes, but…” her reply was broken off, when they heard the
doorknob click shut and reveal their intruders…the others.
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<-Chapter Five or Chapter Seven->
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