An unusually large, silver and black, double door elevator opened simultaneously with the wall and revealed an empty spacious black room.
“Come on guys” Matt smiled reassuringly. We all followed him dubiously into the black room, anxiously studying our surroundings. The wall and elevator doors closed and left us in the dark for a second before a bright neon blue laser scanned the room. Numerous gasps erupted throughout the room as the lasers continued to scan the room. I tried to make out everyone’s facial expression but the lasers were blinding and moved at an alarming rate. In a matter of seconds a bright light replaced the neon laser scanners enabling us to see our surrounding after a moment of adjustment. In an instant, the black room turned to sliver and increased in size to about four times its original size. A thin line across the roof of the elevator in front of us, eased out a sleek black flat screen television that was the same length as the wall in front of us.
I stared at it in amazement still in awe from everything else that we had just been exposed to and not fully comprehending what was happening.
“Welcome to Iris, The Fallen.” A female voice boomed. I jumped about a foot in the air and gripped my chest as my heart pounded at a million miles per hour.
“What the hell” I mumbled softly as I regained my self-control.
“Who was that?” Logan asked, whipping his head around to find the owner of the voice.
“Station one is ready” the same electronic female voiced announced.
“What the hell is going on? What is this place? Why is this room a lot bigger now than it was two minutes ago? And where the hell is the girl who keeps speaking?” Hayden yelled in irritation and confusion.
“I am the computer system that runs Iris, Miss Brown. All questions will be answered soon enough but for now, welcome to Iris.” The voice bellowed silencing the murmurs that had arisen. The silver and black metallic doors opened revealing a long, brightly lit corridor branching off into multiple offices all the way down. Matt and Seth walked out of the elevator and into the office block with us silently following, a little disappointed as we glanced around the ‘lair.’
We walked straight passed the offices and turned to the right at the end of the corridor and came face to face with a large window. It wasn’t your average window, it was a large window with numerous colored glass fragments pieced together to make an image of an angel looking down with her arms wide open. It was a lot like the stained glass windows often found in churches. It lacked the bright, overpowering, sun powered light but still managed to warm your heart in its breath-taking beauty.
“It’s stunning but why are we here?” Skyden asked glancing back and forth between Matt, Seth and the stained glass artistry that stood before us.
“Patience is a virtue” Seth smiled, tapping his index finger against his chin.
“One of which I sadly do not possess” Skyden retorted smirking as Seth rolled his eyes.
Matt looked back at us momentarily with a cheeky grin on his face before he turned back and walked through the window. My eyes widened in disbelief. Matt had just walked through a freaking window. He had walked right through a closed window, he walked right through it. How was that possible?
“How the hell?” Logan asked looking back and forth between where Matt stood moments before and at the window Matt had walked through.
Seth followed Matt through the window with the same stupid grin Matt had had, etched on his face. We glanced at each other in pure shock, amazement and confusion. We really shouldn’t have been so shocked, after everything we had been through, but walking through objects? That was a little far-fetched, but then again, so was having superpowers and yet here we were.
Rinji inched a little closer to the window to take a look and flew back a few feet as Matt popped his head back through the window. We all let out a few shrieks of surprise and stared at Matt, wide-eyed, as though his head were floating in mid-air, which funny enough was the case.
“Are you coming?” Matt laughed relishing our reaction to the situation before disappearing again.