I stood next to the door. My heart was out of control,it felt like the whole world was going to collapse. All I could do was wait. What for? To hear my fate? To hear another lie? My legs were aching but i wouldn't sit down. He promised to protect me. All of them did. But here I was. All this running, escaping, fighting. All for nothing.
The door moaned. I quickly looked up to see a stern, old face staring at me with hateful eyes.
"They want you to come in."
I just looked at him. I know none of them want me here, but i have nowhere else to go.
Slowly, i picked up my dirt covered bag and went in. The room was white. Lights from all sides blinded me, making me feel small in this spiteful world. I tried covering up my eyes but it didn't help.
" Miss Clark, welcome. I hope you didn't have to wait for long, but we had...other matters to discuss," I couldn't tell where the voice was coming from, but it was definitely a man.
"Please, sit down," I saw the chair in the middle of the room and hesitantly sat down. I didn't know these people, all I had was a promise, a promise that was probably another lie. I waited, not saying anything. What did they want?
"We have heard of your adventures. Who wouldn't have? The famous Ashley Clark. Or should I say infamous?" I gripped the chair with my hands, anger building up inside me. I had enough of these games.
"Either way, we have a proposition for you. I guess you could call it a deal of some kind," I heard footsteps coming my way, getting closer and closer. The lights stopped me from seeing much more than 5 meters away from me, but eventually I saw him. A tall man. A brown beard covered most of his face, but still very elegant. He wore a black suite which made his piercing blue eyes stand out even more. The was a smile on his face, smug but at the same time kind. It wasn't enough to fool me.
"What do you want?" I finally spoke. My throat felt as though someone threw sandpaper down it. I had the urge to cough but I didn't. Not with him here.
"Us? You know what we want. It can make all of this stop," He stretched out his arms, as though to embrace me but I have had enough. I grabbed my bag once again and got up. I ran to the door and flung it open. The hallway was long but I kept running. Just to get out of here. All of them where the same. Why? All I had was a promise, a promise that kept me going. And it was time to run again