There is the New and Then the Old

Though I lifted up my hands to her, she never lifted me.

Mavon's hips moved to the rhythm music.
(All this vanity)Down here, love wasn't meant to be(Underneath the sun), it wasn't meant to be for me(All this vanity).

Head bobbing up and down preparing for the heartfelt feeling.
Oh, something’s missing in me, I felt it deep within me, as lovers left me to bleed alone!!

Mavon shook her head. "No, I like this song." She murmured to herself, her hand reaching out to her radio to change the song.
Circle and circles the earth. Chance and choice break his heart. His innocent arm moves to save me and I am spared.

Mavon sung with the song.
His beautiful arm is bloody and cut off his heart ripped out to show me he loved me. But I wouldn't believe, he did all that he could, I still would believe him!

Mavon's voice broke out into a high voice making her out of breath.
Whoa, I left his arms empty and tied, outstretched for me till he died! No man shows greater love, then when a man lies down his life for his beloved!

Mavon danced around the ball room; her music streaming off the walls back to her.
Here I am alive. And I don't have the right. He gave me the right, costing him his life, new mercy's in the morning!

Mavon leaped in the air.
I believe, what if I believe you now? Oh. Forgive me, believe me, please come back to life. Come back to my life.

Mavon struck the ground with grace as the song ended. She was out of breath, but puffed her cheeks and let out a breath. Little loose hairs fluttered up and out of her face for a moment before falling back down to her face and sticking to her long eyelashes. Mavon placed her hands on her hips, breathing hard. A new song was playing now, though Mavon paid no attention to it. Her skin felt like it was itching to be outside in the heated rays of the sun, feel the cool ocean sprays of water on her face that was carried in by the wind.
She turned on her heal and shut off her radio. The ballroom was now silent besides her breathing. Brushing her hair back away from her face with her fingers she strode out of the room, across the hall, down the flight of spiral stairs till she was at the end of the landing that led into the hall. Mavon walked down the unlit hall to the end where a old oak door was open an inch. Mavon knocked the pressed her hand on the door to push it open. The door opened to a grand room, so much like all the other ones, where a queen sized canopy bed, a role over desk with paper and work books scattered over its flat surface, a glass door leading onto a balcony that was open blowing the curtains back into the room with fresh wind calling that the summer was almost over. Mavon sighed. Her mother wasn't in her room. Grabbing the door knob and pulling it closed behind her, Mavon backed down the hall again.
Going down another flight of spiral stairs Mavon found herself in the living room. It was big but looked so small with the love seats, couches, computer desk, flat screen TV, and papers everywhere. Mavon sighed once again. Her mother was in the computer chair, a binder balancing on one leg and a notebook on the other. Her mother was dressed in jean shorts and a blue tank top, hair long blond curly hair pulled up in a tight pony tail with a few hairs that fell into her face. The window was open letting in air to flip a few papers. When Mavon's mother heard her walking down the stairs, she looked up. A strained smile plastered her mother’s face. "Oh...Hello Mavon. I didn't think you would be up so early." Mavon looked at her mother.
"Mom it's noon. You should be in bed. I know you haven't gotten much sleep since that missing girls case." Her mother sighed, closing her eyes.
"I know. But this little girl's parents are worried sick and... Well if I was in their shoes I would wish for all the help in the world." Mavon looked at her mother closely. Her mother’s Egyptian traits showed on her skin, the strong build of her hands and body, her flawless face, even in her heart. Mavon also sighed.
"Well I’m going out, and I need the keys." Her mother's hand reached up to rub the back of her neck.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
Mavon stretched her back and arms. "Into town. I want just look around and maybe get something to eat." Was Mavon's reply.
Her mother's eyes searched the constant folds of paper on the floor and on the furniture. "Sorry sweetie, but I don't know where I put them." Mavon pointed at her mother's pocket.
"Dude, they're in your pocket." She stated as her mother fished into her pocket and came up with the keys. "Don't go to fast on my car. You'll kill the engine." Mavon's mother warned, tossing the keys in her direction. Mavon caught them and rolled her eyes. "I know. I know." She said heading for the door. Once Mavon was out of the house she headed straight for the garage. She fumbled for the keys that opened the door that lead into the garage. Once inside, she slipped in the car plunging the key in the ignition, then backed out.
Halfway into town, Mavon couldn't help think of her small town, Marchmet Falls in North Carolina. The town was very small and on the bay of the ocean sea. It was full of stores and was divided into two parts: One for the rich and the other for the poor, the town dividing the two parts. Mavon had rolled down the windows and the wind was blowing in her face, her hair whipping in her face. Mavon tapped her fingers on the steering wheel eyes on the road and mind roaming at thoughts about tomorrow. Today was the end of summer and school started tomorrow. Though she had no friends she couldn't help but feel nervous. She didn't care about what people thought of her, though she wanted to make an impression this year. The trees and the sight of ocean and sand were dropped to show buildings. As Mavon rode into town she had a hard time finding a parking space in the parking lot. Finding one in the back of the lot, she pulled in and parked the car.
Mavon walked down the side walk and peered into shops, scanning the merchandise with her eyes not having the tingling feeling of the urge to shop. She continued down the walk way when she passed one shop. Mavon stopped and blinked then back tracked to stare in the window. The windows were tinted a little so Mavon couldn’t see through the window well. As if on cue her stomach rumbled in hunger. Promising herself she will come back after she ate she walked off to the Starbucks café across the street after looking both ways for traffic. Scurrying past a few people on the walk way and coming to the door step of the open doorway of the café. Smelling coffee and fresh bread lead Mavon into the open cafe. Taking a seat on the stool at the bar she looked at the menu while waiting for service.
“Hey Mavon. What do you want today?” a voice came behind the other side of Mavon’s menu.
Mavon replied, “We’ve been through this, Amelia. Hey is for horses and I’m not a horse.” Mavon put the menu aside and looked at the girl behind the counter. She was blond and had pretty ice blue eyes. A few hairs escaped the bun on top of her head trailing down her face. The girl gave a weak smile, and in return, Mavon smiled back.
“Aren’t you glad you’re a cow?” Amelia asked, pushing herself upright. Mavon rolled her eyes at the joke they played all the time when Mavon came over, which was every Sunday.
“If that’s your way of saying that you’re going to get me the usual, then yes I’m a cow and I proud of it.” Amelia shook her head while writing down the order, a smile plastered on her face in a friendly way.
“So, one small hot chocolate with one small cup of sugar and real chocolate with milk and foam with the side of a bagel breakfast on the go with another side of small cup of fruit coming up.” Amelia said before flashing her smile at Mavon and disappearing behind the back door that leads into the kitchen for a few minutes.
Popping back out from behind the door Amelia came back out and strode over to Mavon. "So, what's new?" Mavon looked outside and motioned to the store she was going to go to after she ate.
"Is there a new store in town? I don't recall seeing it here before." As if on cue the door opened and guy came out. He was tall and very dark skin. His hair was short and cropped at the top. He wore a blue shirt and dark pants with work boots and in his arms was a box. Mavon raised her eyebrow and turned onto Amelia. The girls smiled at each other before Amelia spoke. “I have brake in five minutes and then we can check it out together.” Mavon nodded, still smiling.
Mavon and Amelia weren’t friends, more like associates. They hung out with each other a few times, but meant nothing beyond that. They made sure it was just that and nothing else since Mavon was rich and Amelia was poor. There is no rule saying that you can’t date, marry, or be friends with the people on the other side of you. It just it would ruin Amelia’s reputation as a popular in school. That was Amelia’s 'Talent': having everyone love her just by one smile. That’s what the whole school was about. You take classes to enhance your 'Talent' so when the ‘Stars’ come to get you, you will be ready for the tasks ahead. Mavon has a similar 'Talent' as Amelia’s that is how they came about, but Mavon doesn’t use hers. So they just hang out here and there a few times.
Mavon was torn out of her thoughts when Amelia set her hot chocolate and food in front of her then moved away to served another costumer. Eating slowly, Mavon thought of the other night when she was sleeping. She had a vague memory of a dream. Not all of it, but just the part of falling and something catching her and the smell of something like vinegar, irking her. She shook her head and realized she was almost done with her food. “Are you ready?” came Amelia’s voice. Mavon paid then they both were on their way across the street to the shop. Just above the door was a sign that Mavon failed to notice before. It said in bold letters ‘Lilia’s and Marcus’s artifact’s’ in an arch between to iron bars. As they reach the door Amelia stopped suddenly. Looking at her, Mavon cocked her head to the side.
“What is it?” She asked. Amelia shook her head.
“I forgot my purse in my car. Let me go get it.” She raced of before Mavon could respond. Mavon lifted up her hands helplessly and sighed while rolling her eyes.
She pushed open the door and step through. She gave a little gasp as scents surrounded her and artifacts filled her sight. She stood there, taking in the room. “Can I help you?” asked a voice. Mavon turned her head towards the counter where a woman stood there with another costumer. The woman had dark skin just like the boy she and Amelia saw walk out the store though she was shorter and rounder in the middle. She had a loose green silk shirt on that belled around the wrists were a lot of bracelets’ clung there. She had long black hair and silver earrings that brushed her shoulders.
“Um… I don’t know.” Mavon looked about the room again.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Move around and look at anything. And if you need anything l will be here and so will my son when he gets back.” The woman said turning back to her costumer before her. Mavon nodded and moved to the rows of shelves to the left. Mavon studied a piece of purple fabric and reached up about to touch it when a hand caught hers.
“This is Persian silk. If you touch it, you’re going to have to buy it.” A male voice said in her ear. She stiffened and pulled away from the person. She turned around and found she was standing in front of the guy who was walking out of the shop just a few minutes ago.
Mavon glanced at the fabric and smiled. “What are you smiling about?” He asked also turning to take a look. “It’s not Persian, but Roman silk.” The guy looked at the fabric even closer. Just then the door opened and Amelia pranced in.
“Hey May, where is your-” She stopped speaking when she saw the guy who was now looking at her, apparently annoyed. Mavon brushed pass him to Amelia. “Stop gawking,” Mavon hissed in her ear. “Fly’s will fly in your mouth.” Amelia closed her mouth, but a smile tilted up on her face. “I don’t care about fly’s, but something else…” Amelia studied the guy closely as Mavon shook her head. “Oh my, here we go again. I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t just here what you said.” She turned on her heal and her eyes caught the guy’s. She pointed at the fabric. “Trust me, it’s Roman. If it were Persian it wouldn’t have been thinly woven.” Then she disappeared behind a few shelves.
Looking at interesting things all around her, Mavon pulled out her IPod and slipped one of the ear pieces in her ear the scrolling through her playlist. Her thoughts came back to her about her dream. For some reason it was bugging her, like a buzzing noise in her ear. Mavon scrunched up her face, really hearing a buzzing noise. She looked down at her IPod and saw that the thing wasn’t even playing. Soon fixing it she looked back up to see the yin-yang sign before her. It was surrounded by two different colored dragons: one blue, the other red. Their wings were spread as if to fly, but their nails were dug into the sign, their bodies arch as though to protect on comers. They had black beady eyes that boar into each other, preparing for the kill.
Feeling as if she was about to be sick, flashes of images dance into her vision. A clock, a key, knifes, blood, torn flesh, Gods and Goddesses, black on white. Confusion engulfed her every being. “Ah… Amelia? I gotta go. My dad’s-“ She stopped speaking and closed her eyes. She didn’t have a dad anymore since he disappeared years ago. “My mom will over work herself if I don’t get back there to stop her.” Turning around the corner she saw Amelia was flirting with the guy. Mavon’s eyes widened.
“Alright. Do you want me to walk you to your car?” Their eyes met and Mavon shook her head.
“Nah, I know how to seek my way back to my car. Plus you look… occupied at the moment.” Amelia smiled at her but the guy’s eyes were on Mavon as she turned and walked out of the store.
That night Mavon crawled in bed and pulled out a green notebook and wrote down her entry:
I don't know where to start. I feel like my life is spinning out of control at the moment and I can't think strait. Mom continues her late night work and has finally fallen asleep just moments ago, and dad... Well he's still missing. I can feel him alive, I know that sounds crazy, but it must be that father daughter thing, right? I don't feel safe anymore. I keep having dreams but as soon as I wake up I have a faint memory of falling, the smell of acid, and hands catching me. Maybe dad's stories are now seeping in.
Also, today I went into town just like every day, but there is a new store there and a really cute guy who works there. I don't know his name, but it doesn't even matter. What guy would like me? Plus Amelia has already set her sights on him anyways and no one says no to her. I guess my hormones are out of whack, maybe because of stress or it's almost my time of the month. Or as a few guys like to call it: Code Red. Please. Like a guy would know how we work.

{~&~}

Mavon woke up screaming when she heard a beeping noise. Heart pounding, she saw it was just her alarm clock. Groaning, Mavon rolled over and turned off her alarm clock. She sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. Crawling out of bed and stumbling into her bathroom she had a tingling numb feeling in her body. Reaching the sink she turned on the tap and splashed water in her face. The tingling was retreating now, leaving a bitter heat slightly compressing her from head to toe. She rolled her shoulders and neck while reaching for the edge of her clothing.
After her shower and getting ready Mavon patted down stairs expecting her mother to be up and working, but ending up with a cold, darkly dim lighted, empty room. Confusion embedded her features and mind as she walked into the kitchen. On the table was her breakfast, now cold, and a note resting beside it. Curiously, Mavon surge forward to the table and dropping her backpack on the table alongside some things that came in the mail. Mavon looked down at the note and frowned.

Bug,

Sorry I didn't get to see your face when you woke up. I made you breakfast though and I can't wait to see you when I do get home which I might, once again, be late for dinner and mother daughter time.

All kisses,

Butterfly

Mavon sighed and set the paper down on the table again. Picking up her plate she set it in the microwave for a few minutes. While that nuked, Mavon walked into the living room to get her laptop out of her bag. She slid her hand into the mouth and came into contact with the small thing and pulled it out. There was a little thunk

on a spot on the ground by her feet. She cocked her head to the side, then knelt and reached out to the spot only coming up with a necklace. Since there was barely any light she when into the kitchen, ignoring the ding of the microwave. Mavon turned on the light so she could look at what was in her hand, only to find nothing. Was this it? Was she finally losing her mind?

No, not on the first day of school.

Gathering the courage to move on and forget about the whole thing she gather her breakfast, threw it in the trash, gathered her things and her car keys and hit the road.


Markus stood on the lawn of the school. The first thing coming to him was the smell of fresh grass and the sight of a hundred, probably even more, students crowding the school's grounds. A kid passed him, leaving behind a retching smell of body odor. Markus drew back a little; surprised the kid didn't own deodorant. The other thing that caught his attention was the girls. Short vibrant skirts that barely covered the butt and low cut tank tops with long hair pulled up in a pony tail. All the girls around here wore heavy makeup, Markus noticed. Fake-faces he liked to call them. Even the Goths and stoners wore the same things only in black or darker colors. No guy's wore pants but shorts with tennis shoes compared to the thick high-heels or flats or flip-flops. Is this what rich people ware all the time?

Markus thought to himself.
A car pulled into the parking lot with music bumping out of the car. The car door opened when it was parked, and there she was. Getting out of the car was the same girl he saw yesterday, only this time she looked different. She had on tight black leggings on that was tucked tightly into black leather thigh high laced up boot with little heel. She had a black tank top on that was covered in a dark green see through off shoulder top. Her long black hair was pulled up into a long thick braid which was showing off a great deal of her collar bone. Around her neck was a silver dragon choky. Its body wrapped around there looking smug and somehow ready to kill at the same time while its beady red eyes gleamed in the light. Her look was complete with long earring that brushed her shoulders that had strands of peeled metal that ended with yin-yang signs and a matching charm bracelet that also had a yin-yang sign and an Emerald charm. Markus also noted there was no trace of makeup on her face but a faint hint of Chap Stick on her lips.
"Her names Mavon Langushtiva. She is the whole odd ball out of this whole school, though she knows this place at the back of her hand." Markus turned around to see who was talking. It was a woman who seemed to blend right in with the crowd with a skirt, low cut shirt, and to much makeup. The woman gave him a beaming smile. "You must be the new kid." She stated flatly and held out her hand that wasn't occupied with bundles of paper. "I'm Myka. And you are...?" Markus shook her hand.
"Markus. Markus Kress."
She nodded towards the girl Markus was looking at earlier. "Well if you want to get to know this school you should ask Mavon. She knows every place in the school and knows the do's-and-don'ts. Here I will even introduce you to her." taking his elbow by the hand the strange girl leads him through the crowd till they were blocking the way of the entrance to the school for the girl.
"Hey Mavon. It looks like we got a new student. Can you show him around a bit?" Mavon shifted her gaze to Myka’s to Markus's. She looked him up and down as if to rank him. "New kid you say? Looked like one of Amelia's strays to me." The girl who calls herself Myka looked him over, too, and chuckled. The other girl, who Markus supposedly thought was Mavon, sighed. She looked worn out up close and a little stressed. Must be from the first day of school I guess.

Markus thought. "Fine I'll show him around. Come on pretty boy." Mavon said while reaching out and taking his arm and leading him towards the school.
Once inside Mavon released her grip on his arm and began to talk. "So. Your name is Markus?" she stole a glance at him. The halls were abandoned to bright florescent lights and the open empty arms of the orange lockers.
"How do you know my name?" Markus asked suspiciously. When you lived in the poor part of town, people knowing your name isn't a good thing. Her eyebrow shot up.
"Wow, you’re a feisty one."
Mavon stretched her arms and yond. Shaking her head as if to wake herself up she rolled her shoulders and neck. Markus found himself watching her every move but came out of it when she started speaking. “It’s a small town and word gets around fast.” He was surprised. He hadn’t told anyone his name only the girl he had just met a few minutes ago. No one should know his name. Not even the girls he gave himself to. “Dude, if you really want to keep a low profile the first step is not put you and your moms name just above your shop door.” She then looked at him to see his frustration. “I’m just saying. And trust me I know all about keeping a profile.” A piece of her hair fell into her face and she brushed it away with a flick of her fingers. They now came into a new hall filled with doors and the light was replaced with windows, letting in the light. Mavon motioned to the first doors to her left. “These doors are the fifth grade classes while over there,” she flicked her wrist to the right, “are the sixth grade classes.”
Mavon gave him little time to look over the doors before she moved on. “Why are we all separated from other grades? And why do we have middle school kids here when it should just be us high school teens?” Markus asked catching up to her. Mavon shrugged nonchalantly as she rummaged through her bag and came out with mint chocolate chip flavored gum. Popping it into her mouth she responded.
“We have sponsors that we call ‘Stars’ because instead of making us shine they take whatever and whoever they need to make themselves shine. Their job is to take anyone with a special ‘Talent’ and use them for their own use. The thing is, though, no one knows what happens once you are chosen to leave. So to make things easier they gather kids from all grade groups, separate them, and chose who is the best and who has shown the most potential and who they think would condemned them as useful or non-useful. In other words they are judgmental to the talent of the kids whose parents have thought they had a special Talent.” She made air quotes every time she spoke the words Star or Talent. She glanced at him. “Does that answer your question?”
Markus took a minute to digest this. “Um yeah. I think it does.” She nodded like she just solved every ones problems.
“Anymore questions?”
“You said that you know about keeping a profile. What did you mean by that?” She stopped walking then and turned to face him.
“Listen. I’m here to tell you and show you everything about this school. We are not to become friends, speak, or even look at each other again after this. I don’t make friends and I don’t socialize with anyone but on Sundays. So there is no point in us getting to know each other because we will not be speaking nor doing anything together. If you want to know things about me ask someone else because your not going to get it from me. Got it?” The flash of anger that randomly splashed on her face shocked him. Is this how the school is? You ask one question and you set a time bomb off?
He held up his hands in mocking surrender. “Hey calm down. It was just one question. No need to blow your top off.” The anger was still lingering on her face.
“Hey is for horses. I’m not a horse.” She turned on her heal and walked ahead leaving him behind.
Shaking his head he chased after her. “I wasn’t calling you a horse. I was just trying to figure out what your problem is.”
"I don't have a problem. I'm just telling you the facts. Now do you want to know where you're going when school starts or are you just going to stand there and mock me?"
Markus shook his head. What is her problem?

"I'm not-"
"Shh!" She said, stopping and holding out and arm and stopping him. Markus studied her curiously. She had cocked her head to the side her eyebrows frowned in concentration. "Do you hear that?" she asked pulling him out of his thoughts. He turned his ear to get a better hearing of what she was un-discovering.
"I don't hear anything." Markus remarked when coming up with nothing. Mavon took a step forward and inhaled in a sharp breath. She reminded Markus of a reptile tasting the air with it's toungue. There is something strange aboutthis girl. But why does that make her so fasinating?

Mavon's head jerked to the side as the sound of a door closing with a BANG!

They both froze. Slowly Markus came to his sences. "What was that?" He asked in a whisper. Without and answer Mavon began spead walking down the hall. "Crap." He murmured to himself before breaking out into a jog. "Hey! Wait up!"


Mavon stood in a big room of a theater. Red chairs spred out orderly about the room in front of a big stage that held fold up chairs and music stands. The band room. The room was cold as ice, like someone had turned on the air conditioner in the winter. Knowing Mavon's school, that's would probably happen if it wasn't summer. Mavon took a step onto the top step of the stairs and shivered. Eyes raking the room, she felt like something was out of place.This is not right. Something's wrong. But what?

"Why are we in here?" Markus's voice came behind her, pulling her out of her reverie of thoughts and worries. Mavon took a step down the first two steps with caution. "Are you ever going to answer me?" Mavon's face flushed with anger and frustration but she didn't dare answer. Taking a few more steps till she was at the base of the stage she looked up and over. No change in scenery. She was about to take another step when the sound of a door creaking open caught her off guard for a moment. The strange thing was, instead of foot falls was the sound of fluttering wings and nails on stone, like a dog was let in the school and was chasing a bird out of its nest. "What is that?" Markus asked in a whisper in her ear. Drawing back in surprise and disgust, Mavon made a face at him.
"I don't know. It sounds like it is coming from the East of the stage." Without hesitation Mavon jumped the stage, dropped her bag, and darted in the direction of the noise. Dimly aware of Markus calling her back.


Markus gave into Mavon's stubbornness and tailed after her since she was still his guide and he didn't want to get lost in the school on the first day. At least that's what he told himself. When he finally caught up to her, she was standing in front of a wooden door. There was nothing on either side of them but only a full white wall on the left side of him and a small portion of a wall on the right. The only thing of use to them was the door a head. Markus glanced at the door to the girl standing in front of him, confused.
"Why are you staring at the door?" He asked
"I thought the sound was coming from here." Was all she said.
Markus watched her for a moment. When she finally took her eyes off of it the door a low humming sound filled the air. Markus cocked his head to the side in question. "What was that?"
Mavon rolled her eyes and sighed, turning her back to him and walking away. "That's our bell. Remember when I mentioned the 'Talents' people have here? Some kids have sensitive hearing and the sharp sound of the bell hurts them." Mavon dropped to a crouch at the edge of the stage planted one hand on the ground and using it to jump down. Dusting off her hands on her pants she bent down once again to pick up her bag. "You better hurry up or you'll get caught in traffic. Oh and ignore what people might say to you. We might be rich people but we are no ignorant like regular teens." With that she walked out, leaving Markus flustered and lost.
Glaring at the empty door way, Markus grabbed his things, jumped down from the stage, and walked up the aisle to the door. Mean ignorant jerk. Crabby mouth. Roman silk toucher.

Names pounded his head even as he left the room and into a wave of swarming people. "Woe, there." Markus was jerked back on the side lines of the swarm. "You can't go into there without a guide." Markus spun around to find Mavon eyeing the crowd. His face heated in anger or embarrassment, he didn't know.
"I thought you left me." He stated, noting her hand was still on his wrist.
She then looked at him with a new look in her eyes. "I had to get a drink." Motioning to the water faountain behind her. "And if I wanted to get rid of you that easily I would have drop kicked you long ago." Markus didn't know if to take this as a compliment or threat to come, but welcomed her words anyway.
"I'm glad you didn't." Mavon quirked and eye brow at him though she didn't say anything.
"Do you have your schedule?" She asked. When he shook his head she turned her attention back to the crowed which was dying down by now. "Then we need to get back to the office which we should be able to in a few minutes." When she turned back to him she caught Markus looking at her. "What?" She said coolly. Markus shook his head.
"It's just one moment you nice to me, then cold, then nice again. I don't understand." He told her. It was then Mavon noticed she still had her hand on his wrist and pulled it back, whipping her palm on her leggings.
"I'm just under a lot of stress." She told him.
The halls have cleared about now and looked vacant. "We should get to the office so we can get your schedule." She told him, motioning him for him to fallow. Silence settled over them, but that was okay with Markus. It gave him time to take in his surroundings.
For a rich school there rilly wasn't much to see. Just old orange lockers aligned the walls and a few stray doors dotting here then there. Mavon made a right turn and led him down another hall. Looming just before him was a big arched doors surrounded by glass windows that looked a little foggy to where you could see colors and shapes but not any detailed object or person.
Mavon turned to look at him, her face impassive "This is the office. Now when I open the doors you have to promise me that you will not

make any smart remarks." She told him. Then she turned around again and pushed open the doors. Markus swore that he saw her smile slyly.

Prepare to be wowwed!

Never in my life had I seen such a sight in my life. It was like looking in some seen in Star Wars.

There was a round desk with four ladies sitting at each point of the compass, all working on something I couldn't see. The room was large and bright with women pushing cart's around filled with...scrolls? Containers? There were dozens of them moving about. I mean the place was buzzing with activity and an actual buzzing noise. I found that my eyes were drawn upwards. A massive storm cloud was clinging to the ceiling, flashing and writhing. I saw a glint of gold and a thumping noise came into sound. It was then that I saw that there was golden pipes every where that were sending stuff through them. I couldn't help but be amazed and looked at Mavon. Her eyebrow was cocked up in expectation, as if she was waiting for my reaction. I didn't say anything but stared at the place all around me. It was breath taking, but before I could do anything or say anything (If I could) Mavon was speaking. "Common we need to get your schedule." Motioning for me to fallow. Falling in step beside her, we began to walk to the center of the room where the round desk was. One of the ladies looked up and right away I knew something was different about her. Instead of flesh it looked like she had plastic for skin. Her eyelids kept flickering as if she had something in her eye. Then her lips moved. "Can I help you Miss Langushtiva?" The voice that came out was not human at all. It sounded like metal scrapping in on the surface of marble.
Mavon glanced at me and smirked at my shocked face then turned her attention to the woman/thing in front of us. "I need..." she looked at me. "Kress." I filled in for her. "I need Markus Kress's schedule." The woman blinked rapidly, turned to the computer and began to type as rapidly as her eyelids. After a while there was a click, sputter,

andding

. My eyes fallowed where the noise was coming from to see a black paper coming out from something that looked like a printer. The woman grabbed the paper with long fingers that looked like there were knots coming out from the sides where the knuckles were. "Here you go Miss Langushtiva." She said passing it to Mavon. A shiver went up my spine when I saw how fast she moved. Like a cheetah catching her prey. Creepy.

Impressum

Texte: Jillian Cline
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 07.03.2012

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