As we were walking up a stair case I was wiping away my tears trying not to sob. I didn't want him to notice that I'm crying. We walked to the wery top of the building. This building had 100 stories and trust me it was a hard task to climb here but I was to scared to tell that to Jackson. Every story was just rooms filled with cages with people inside them. Also this building has an elevator but maybe Jackson didn't want to use it now. As we finaly reached the last store two big doors appeared in front of me. Huge metal doors with leather detailing on them. Two guards were standing by each side of the doors. They've probobly haven't slept on anything softer then concrete for a long time. I don't even understand why I care about them right now if it's my life on the line but I guess I'm just that type of a person, I care too much.
"Tell the boss that Issabella Clemonte is here. " Jackson told the guards as he stepped closer to the door.
One of the guards knocked on the big metal doors.
"Who's there? " a voice from the inside asked in a deep evelish voice. That is the evelwst voice I've ever heard. He sounded so revengeful like one wrong move you make and you'll become their biggest enemy. I didn't want him to be my boss but I also had no choice.
"Issabella Clemonte is here Sir." The guard answered the deep voice from the inside.
"Well then, come in! " The voice said. I could feel the person behind the doors evelishly grinning.
Jackson turned to me and nodded his head for me to go inside. He had this look of shame on his face.
As the guards opened the doors for me I entered this big dark room with one table In the center. Just a table. No cabinets or closets or even windows. Eather this guy was a minimalist or he was just a psychopath. I had a feeling it was the other option.
"Hello Issabella. I see you've met one of our hunters, Nr. 47!" This guy in a scary looking mask started the conversation. I froze. Why? I don't know but all I could do is turn back to look at Jackson standing there with the look of shame even deeper then it was. So that's why he looked like this before we entered. He is still just a number. Even for a second I dared to think he felt ashamed of what he did today to me. But why would he? He has no reason to be nice to me.
"This is the part where you say something Issabella. " The boss snapped me out of my thoughts back into reality. What do I say?
"Uhh…Hello… Sir." I said hoping that is all he expected for me to say. He looked entertained with a smirk on his face. He was intertaned by my fear of him. Defently a Psychopath.
"I'm your new boss. Do you know why you're here? " He asked. I here becouse of my job, right?
"To know what is my job on this team? " I answered with a question type of answer since Jackson was nice enough to tell me anything about what I need to say in this meeting.
"See Issabella, you can't question your answers. You have to be sure of them. That's the oy way you'll survive on this team. " He said as he stepped out of his chair and came closer to me. He was defently taller than me but shorter than Jackson.
"Yes Sir." I answered getting more and more terrified of his presence. He was so close now that I could smell his breath. It smelt like cigarettes.
"Now, I need to pick a job for you. I am not sure what you would be good for. You are short and aren't scary at all so defently not a hunter" he said as he circled me around to have a better look. Atleast I won't have to kill people. Now I'm hoping for a collector or I'll have no room. I have trouble sleeping since every night I have atleast one nightmare. I'm scared ill wake up the others that are sleeping there. I have to get the collector job.
"Now you also don't seem like a fast runner or a big adventure fan so you will be a guard." He said as he went and sat back at his desk. Oh no. This won't be good. At this point I've forgotten that I'll have to cleep on concrete all I can think about is waking up others from my nightmare screaming. What will they do with me then? When Jackson was… yelling at me he mentioned the black cell. Will they put me there?
"Jackson lead her to the sleepers cell please? I'm sorry Issabella but guards don't get rooms. " he said as he ended the sentence with an evil lough. I exited the black hole of an office and the doors slammed shut witch made me jump. Jackson seemed to notice that. He looked at me for three seconds and the I had the look of shame. I looked down and started nervously fidgeting with my hands. He was probobly mad at me now for being so freaked out about everything. I need to stop jumping at every sound I hear or I'll make every body mad here. I need to sto-
"are you ok? " I jumped again as a sudden voice snapped me out of my thoughts again. It was Jackson voice. I started to panic on the inside. I know I couldn't show him my fear. That's what he wants right? He just wants to use my fear against me!
"I… uhhh… yes I'm….fine." I said as I felt a droplets of sweat on my forehead. This man really scared me.
"Ughhh this is all my foult! I'm sorry I shouldn't have yelled at you in the hallway!" he said grabbing his head in frustration. Yeah it was his foult. He made me fear him but if I could I would just turn the fear off but sadly I can't do that.
"I'm…fine…just take me to the… uhh…sleepers cell please." I said still holding back my urge to just run away from him. I could see that he regretted yelling at me but that doesn't mean he's sorry.
"You're not fine! Do I scare you? " He said. The rage in his eyes yet has come back again as he looked at me about 6 feet away from me and yes it did scare me very much. I just can't addmitt it.
"ehh…no? No!" I answered hoping it was the right answer because I was fearing for my life right now.
"Really? Oh ok! Then if I come closer do I scare you?!" He asked as he quickly moved much closer to me only one foot between us. As he was coming closer I squeezed my eyes shut and hid my face away just incase he was gonna try to hurt me. But that was it he just came closer and waited for me to answer. Tears forming in my eyes…again and my knees feeling weak. I was panicking.
"N-n-n-o." I answered shaking and feeling dizzy like I was going to pass out. I didn't understand why reacted to him this way but I did. I just couldn't admit that I was scared even though it was obvious.
"And do I scare you now, Issabella? " he slowly asked. Then he grabbed my hand. Not even forcefully. Just quickly but it was all it took for me to break.
"Yes, stop! Get away from me!" I said pulling away as my vision was blurry from all the tears. The I relised that I just talked back to him. He could litterly kill me with a flick of his finger. Only problem is that I'm all ready dead.
"Oh my god I'm sorry I-….I didn't mean to pull away like that! Please sorry! " I was crying and begging for him not to touch me as he was just standing there emotionless looking at my disasteres self.
"Issabella. It's better for you if we never meet again. I'll ask Marly to take you to the sleepers cell. " He said as his emotionless face turned to allmost… sad? He was sad about me being scared of him. He turned away as he started walking back down the stairs and I was left alone to wait for Marly.