6. Mr. Acidious
6. Mr. Acidious
The darkness had consumed me - had consumed the light of day and left me alone in the dark. The night, the ruler of the choking darkness, was cynical - it was merciless. I was trapped and disoriented. Where was I? What had happened? It all came back to me in pieces and I tried to solve the puzzle. I held my breath. I tried to remember; the Face had come for me. He had been waiting on my own doorstep and now, now he had me. I could here my own pulse - my heart pumping the flaming blood through my veins. I was right all along. The Faces wanted me - but for what? I was just a young woman - not even a woman. I was a girl. A thought crossed my mind. Maybe they didn't want me. Maybe they wanted what I knew. Maybe it was all about Amy? I tried to think - to think hard about what had just happened. Where were we going? Suddenly, I felt a bump. We were in a car! The nights' earlier events came back to me... "Hello Violet Blumesby. I've been waiting for you for some time now," the grey, tall man looked at me with cold eyes. I looked horrified back at him, speechless and filled with sorrow and anxiety. I tried to say something. I wanted to scream at him. What have you done to my mother? I wanted him to know that I was not afraid. But I was. I was terrified. My hands had been shaky and it felt like I had a rock in my throat; I wanted to say something but my voice was blocked by an unfriendly, sharp rock - it felt like it was scratching the inside of my throat. I felt like... I was bleeding. I panicked. I was going to choke in my own blood. The Face moved his arm and placed a steady hand on my shoulder. I looked at him, still terrified, and then he moved his hand up to my neck and grabbed it. Gently.
The rest is still kind of blurry. I felt like I was in some kind of trance. I remember he locked me in a room. Or maybe not a room? Another bump. I tried to move around a little. The bump had made my current position uncomfortable. Bump? I was in a car! We were driving! He was taking me somewhere. I had no idea where, but I suddenly felt sure about my gut feeling. This was about Amy, but it was, more importantly, also about my dad. I was going to get my questions answered. The car growled and then it felt like it pulled over. Then silence. The inevitable silence, building up tension. I started worrying. What if the answers would not be what I hoped for. What if everything went wrong.
The car door opened and I stared into the grey man's emotionless eyes. If everything went wrong it would be okay. If I died that night it would be okay. Then, finally then, I would stand face to face with my father again. The person I loved the most. The Face made a gesture with his hand, he wanted me to step out of the car. For the first time i felt a little in control. "What do you want?" My voice sounded steadier than what I had thought it would. The Face shortly glanced at his perfectly polished leather shoes - it looked like he was laughing - and then looked up at me with a crooked smile. "Let me introduce myself, Violet, I am none other than Mr. Acidious," his eyes had a indescribable spark in the seconds he introduced himself. Then it disappeared. I looked at him. Shocked by his weird introduction. I could not recall ever hearing that name. He looked like he had read my mind. "I have a story to tell," he continued and then reached for my neck once again. Then the darkness returned - summoned by the mysterious face in front of me.