It is awoken by a harsh light. “Wakey, wakey.” The Master’s voice blasts through Its mind, urging It to walk once more. It gets up, and out of the coffin. The sudden light is too sharp, and It puts up a hand to shield Itself. It slowly becomes acclimatized to the discordant glare and looks at the Master. When the Master had… had collected It, It had been preoccupied with the sensations of the world, and hadn’t been able to get a look at the Master.
But I have not that problem now. It inspects the Master. She is short, with hair like a boy, and eyes the color of the northern mountains. It nods. “Come. We need to prepare for tomorrow.” It walks after her. Tomorrow? It’s first urge is to ask more questions, but the weeks It spent in the coffin has taught It the meaning of silence. One day, little girl, we shall have a conversation. And you will not like it. Truly- once we’ve had that conversation, you’ll never like anything, again.
They walk through the room of the coffin, up a stair made from the same white material. On an impulse, It puts one hand against the stair, and inhales deeply. This material is of the earth, and yet not. How can this be..? “Are you coming?” “Yes Master.”
It follows the Master through a room that holds several several strange… artifacts; a table made from iron, illuminated by a crown of light chained to the ceiling. The room appears to be built around a square object, as thin as a piece of cloth. “Master?” “Yea?” “What is that item?” She laughs. “It’s a tv, a screen.” “What does it do?” “It shows pictures of things. Things that are happening right, things that are recorded.” It nods again. Like one of the Seeing Orbs of Old. It doesn’t however mention that.
The Master ignores It and starts to walk up to the upper plane of the domicile. It follows. Midstep on the stairway It feels something. A sense of recognition. Kinship. It follows that sensation down and into a room that glists with more metal and granite.
Three people sit in the room around a table. A young boy with black hair and a countenance that mirrors the Master. Two people- a man and a woman sit to the left respective right of him. The woman is tall, as tall as It, if not taller. She has skin the color of dark oak, and hair like night. The man to the right of the boy is the color of snow with hair of a burnished brown. All three of them stare at him with empty eyes. Hollow eyes, eyes devoid of emotion, dead eyes.
It takes a moment for It to place the emotion It is feeling. The emotion is one It has rarely felt in the centuries of It’s existence. Disgust. What are you doing? Come.
Following the command, It finds the Master on the upper plane, tinkering with a black… box. The upper plane, or atleast the room they are in, is built like a circle, with another… another screen against one wall, and windows on both sides. “Hah! Got it!”, the Master exclaim.
The blacken-box starts to hum. The strange artifact fires a lance of light at the.. at the screen, and a man appears. It inspects the man- a young man with hair like blood and blue eyes. “Who is that?”
” Master”, it adds after a insubordinate heartbeat. “That, my not so little friend, is your first victim.” The Master thinks.” You know, I once read that the Vikings would hang a man and then tear his chest open while he was still alive. Is that true?” “Yes Master, the bloody-eagle, it was called.” Her lips form a smile which doesn’t reach her eyes.”I want you to do that to him.” It nods. “Anyhow, I have brought you here today so that we can prepare.” She brings up a sack made of a breezy material. She opens it and takes out several items. A tunica with a hood, black trousers, a strange third item which it cannot identify. She throws the tunica and trousers at It. “Wear them.”
It rips of the strange clothes it is currently wearing in a smooth move and takes the clothes, which looks like something a miser would wear. The Master inspects It. “Good. But you will need a finish, of sorts.” She takes the third item, and places the item on It’s nose. Suddenly It sees the world through shades of darkness. “These are called glasses- and they will cover your face. They will make it harder for the police to catch us.” “The police?” The Master pauses. “The guard of the city you might say.”
She takes out a fourth item, a square artifact, similar to the one she is holding. “This is a cell-phone. Take it.” It grasps the phone in a hand colored blue. The artifact vibrates and moves, like a snake. It looks at the Master. “Put one finger on the screen of the phone and swipe to the left.” It does so. A text appears; Hello. “I will write to you when it’s time. At that time you are to follow my instructions to the letter.”
She gestures at the screen. “Memorize his face.” It looks once more, but with great intent at the young man. “Now for the second part.” She takes out a small square device, similar to the ‘phone’ but longer and does something. Click. The ‘screen’ now shows a red building instead.
“This is the school of Fallowfell, Ochre, where you’ll find your prey.” Click. The buildings turns hollow, like the inside of a honeycomb and It can now make out stairs and pathways. Click. Red lines spread through the hollow buildings. “What you’re looking at now, is the paths you can take in order to reach-” Click. “This.” A room appear on the screen. “Did you get all that?” “My memory is perfect Master.” “Well isn’t that fucking peachy. So to reiterate- you arrive at the school early-” she holds up one finger”- hide yourself-” she raises a second finger”- and when you get the message-” a third finger is extended”- you appear in that room and kill that ….” She stops. “…that monster. Now questions?”
After some hesitation, It poses the question It’s curiosity aroused during the Master’s presentation. “What, if I may ask, did that man do to thee?” The Master does something to the screen and it flips back to the frozen form of the red-haired youth with a angelic smile. She stares at the screen for a long moment before finally responding.
“He raped me.”