Entrusted
Chapter 5
The plain white car zoomed silently through the empty midnight streets, passing cement buildings and cement sidewalks. Cassandra stared out the window, still half-sobbing, but now at peace with the idea that she was about to be exterminated. John steered the car silently through the night, his breath even and shallow. Suddenly, John pulled the car over and came to a stop.
"Get out of the car."
Cassandra did as she was told, and got out of the car. John walked around to the back and opened the trunk.
"Get in."
"What?"
"Just get in."
Again, Cassandra did as she was told, and she got into the trunk. For the remainder of the time that she felt the car move, she made not a sound, but she heard two voices: One of her father, the other of a man she didn't know. Then, they were moving again, until the car stopped completely, and John opened the trunk.
"You can get out now."
Cassandra climbed out of the trunk, and they were somewhere that she was completely unaware of.
"Where are we?"
"Were in the Nether. I want to show you something."
"Are we allowed here?"
"I'm a Tetragrammaton Cleric. There's nothing I cant do."
John led the way thru the piles of ruined metal and stone, thru unfamiliar corridors, and to a steel door that was locked with a large metal bolt.
"John, do you know your way back from here?"
"Yes, I come here often."
John opened the door, and the room inside was completely dark. He shut the door behind him, and locked it. He then flicked on a light, and to Cassandra's elation, there were piles upon piles of sense-offense items. Music, films, artwork, everything and anything that could evoke some sort of emotion in a mans heart. All of it was there, anything you could ever dream of.
"John, what is this?"
"It is a Safehouse, a place where the Clerics keep sense-offense that was missed."
"Don't they know if this is missing?"
"I suppose, but there is so much sense offense that comes in everyday at the Tetragrammaton that we get accustomed to missing things. Its our one fatal flaw, if I may say so."
Cassandra looked around the room again, in utter disbelief and amazement.
"John, why did you bring me here?", asked Cassandra.
"I want you to tell me what all of this is.", replied John.
The plain white car zoomed silently through the empty midnight streets, passing cement buildings and cement sidewalks. Cassandra stared out the window, still half-sobbing, but now at peace with the idea that she was about to be exterminated. John steered the car silently through the night, his breath even and shallow. Suddenly, John pulled the car over and came to a stop.
"Get out of the car."
Cassandra did as she was told, and got out of the car. John walked around to the back and opened the trunk.
"Get in."
"What?"
"Just get in."
Again, Cassandra did as she was told, and she got into the trunk. For the remainder of the time that she felt the car move, she made not a sound, but she heard two voices: One of her father, the other of a man she didn't know. Then, they were moving again, until the car stopped completely, and John opened the trunk.
"You can get out now."
Cassandra climbed out of the trunk, and they were somewhere that she was completely unaware of.
"Where are we?"
"Were in the Nether. I want to show you something."
"Are we allowed here?"
"I'm a Tetragrammaton Cleric. There's nothing I cant do."
John led the way thru the piles of ruined metal and stone, thru unfamiliar corridors, and to a steel door that was locked with a large metal bolt.
"John, do you know your way back from here?"
"Yes, I come here often."
John opened the door, and the room inside was completely dark. He shut the door behind him, and locked it. He then flicked on a light, and to Cassandra's elation, there were piles upon piles of sense-offense items. Music, films, artwork, everything and anything that could evoke some sort of emotion in a mans heart. All of it was there, anything you could ever dream of.
"John, what is this?"
"It is a Safehouse, a place where the Clerics keep sense-offense that was missed."
"Don't they know if this is missing?"
"I suppose, but there is so much sense offense that comes in everyday at the Tetragrammaton that we get accustomed to missing things. Its our one fatal flaw, if I may say so."
Cassandra looked around the room again, in utter disbelief and amazement.
"John, why did you bring me here?", asked Cassandra.
"I want you to tell me what all of this is.", replied John.