Dark Generation: Book 1 Scarlet (on hold)

Chapter 3- The Numinous Confrontation

 

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(Ryan's Mortal Captivity- Ryan's Account)

The days spent in the police department weren’t very entertaining, as I was forced to endure many treacherous hours underneath the watchful eye of police. Hours turned to days in the time that I had to spend chained to a $25 Walmart Chair, waiting for the time that they would emerge, and begin their interrogation. 

The Police Department didn’t once supply me with any amount of nutrition, presumably so that I could starve to death. I watched as numerous police entered my room hopefully, and left disappointed to find me chained to the chair, beaming happily at them, and my cheeks still a rosy pink.

“That young man gives me the creeps because he hasn't starved,” said a young police officer when he checked on me.

Around five to seven days after checking to see if I had ceased breathing, police stopped coming altogether.

At many points in my times of boredom, I was almost tempted to overthrow the police station and destroy the place. I was once even tempted to disappear with my Immortal Grants or simply fly away, but the Great Evil managed to stay close to my neck and ensure I wasn’t breaking any rules.

“Our plan in this police station was to wait until Michael leaves, not run away like some fearful maniac. Michael is still in this building, and you know if you tried to leave, he could turn you into vapor and send you back to my pits. How would you like that?”

One day, after approximately week of doing nothing but sitting; a big police man; with pockets so wide in the front that I could probably fit my head inside decided it would be a good idea to begin my interrogation.

 It was almost like saying, ‘hey you didn’t starve to death, so I guess I’ll have to actually do my job and not sit around moping around the deaths of humans I haven’t even heard of before’.

Mortals have minds of their own.

“Ryan Peters, you have the right to remain silent, and if you chose to speak, anything you say may be used against you.”

“Perhaps  you should have told me all of this a week ago, when I was waiting here, silent, calm, and bored to death?”

Ignoring me, he unbuckled the hideous shacks , and led me out the door.

"Ryan, be aware. You are going to be interrogated by Michael."

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"So, I assume you are aware of why I’m interviewing you Ryan,” Michael had whispered. Michael laid back in his chair, watching as a police officer locked the door and exited the room.

I was anxious. Perhaps anxious was an understatement; I was blatantly horrified of what was to eventuate.  The thought of seeing someone who I hadn’t come across for twenty thousand years churned my stomach, and knowing he could send me back to the pits with his power frightened me even more.

“You have to remain calm, Ryan,” the Great Evil whispered. “The Highest Power can’t overpower ours.”

“What do you even mean? You’ve seen the Highest Power ruin every plan of ours-”

“Actually,” Michael said telepathically , standing up from his chair. He held his words in his mouth for a moment upon his rising, to fathom my appearance. Michael  looked the same from when he was in heaven; still sporting his attractive blue eyes and blond hair. His muscles still gleamed from under the bottom of his officer vest which- for whatever reason, was halfway unbuttoned and showing his bare chest.