Ok, when I said a sea of black, I meant more a dabble of black sweaters and jeans. However, it wasn’t the people clustered around a strange table placed in the centre of the room that seemed to freak me out a little, it was the machinery. Huge machines with flashing screens and whirring noises, clunking silently, whizzing and blinking. Then there was the walls, decorated with sticky notes of all colours, plans, blue prints. Like a multi-coloured note pad.
Also, there was the huge table right in the middle, with a gigantic blue print spread out on the surface, labelled with intricate designs and detailed notes. What could possibly be going on in here? A little voice whispers a word: rebellion.
No. Evel is too kind and caring to rebel against Head. Then I remember Head’s plan, which he still hasn’t told me about. Could that be to do with this?
All the heads turn to look at me and Evel. They’re all dressed in black, and I feel incredibly out of place with my fluffy bunny slippers and dressing gown. Why couldn’t I have got dressed and brushed my hair?
“Hey guys, sorry I’m a little late coming back,” apologises Evel and walks over to the table. I expect the eyes to follow him, but they are rooted on me. Nervously I take a step forward and nearly trip. A few awkward laughs bounce around the room, then more silence.
“Oh, yes, I haven’t introduced you. Guys, this is Cassy. Cassy this is the guys.” I survey them all. They all have red hair, and despite the reference to guys, a scattered handful of girls are amongst the mix.
“Hi,” I squeak and out of the corner of my eye, one of the boys in the corner breaks out into a small smile. Is he mocking me? Or being friendly? Whatever it is, I ignore it.
Evel beckons to me and I come over, standing beside him around the table. Now I’m closer, the blue print looks even more difficult to understand. From what I can make out, HQ was mapped out with each floor clearly labelled. Why does Evel need blue prints of HQ?
I push that word to the back of my mind. No, Evel is not leading a rebellion.
“So, guys, what’s been going on?” asks Evel and one of the girls with heeled black boots starts talking. I glance at Evel who looks like he’s listening, but his eyes flick to mine and he smiles. Smiling back, I rest my eyes on the girl who finishes.
“Thank you Chrisie. So, is everything set?” The group nods, looking at each other with a slight hint of nervousness. Evel smiles and claps his hands.
“Ok! Whilst I get Cassy here into proper attire, if there any loose threads of this then tie them together. We only have right now to perfect it. In half an hour, we’ll be doing what we have to do. Is that clear?” A monotone 'yes' arises from the group, like droning robots.
Grabbing my hand, Evel pulls me over to a door at the end of the room.
“So! What do you think of the group?” he asks. A little laugh rises up my throat.
“I hardly know any of them apart from Chrisie, but that’s only because you said her name.”
“Oh right. Well, you know Chrisie. Be careful, she can be a little spiteful at times. The one standing with Chrisie is Melody. She’s like permanently attached to Chrisie, she does most of her work unless Chrisie wants to do it. Then the one by Melody, writing things down on that pad, that’s Max. He’s real sweet, and kind of in love with Melody all though he won’t admit it. Then the one looking at Max is Ben. Ben is really quiet, so you won’t hear much from him. By Ben is Harry, the big guy. Tall, muscly, stocky. Yeah, he’s our defence and secret weapon. Then by Harry is Kye.” Kye, I recognise, is the one who smiled at me.
“He’s average I guess. When I leave, if I ever leave, he’s taking over. Then there is also Ellio, the girl laughing at Kye. She’s the slightly dumb, but very good when it comes to tactics, girl. We rely on her a lot, more then we should. Then there’s me, who you already know. The handsome, loveable, super amazing boy who’s talking to you right now.”
“Dream on,” I laugh and he smiles, the one that creases by his eyes and seems to stretch across his cheeks.
“Come on, when need to get you kitted up.” He opens the cupboard and reveals a huge clothes line of black clothes, shoes, and even hair brushes.
“Take your sizes, and a hair brush, the toilet is the door next to us. Get yourself ready as soon as you can.” I nod and select my size. Into the toilet I go, with an armful of black kit and a very spikey hair brush. It doesn’t take long for me to pull on the skinny jeans, black tank top, heeled boots and drag the hair brush through my hair.
The voice haunts my thoughts as I stare at myself in the mirror.
Then I hear Evel outside the door, talking to everyone.
“Now the time is right. Now, we have Cassy. Now,” he pauses.
“The rebellion can begin.”