Chapter four: Awaking in Cherub
"Come with me" Davie whispered to Chylo, gripping her shaking form and escorting her out of the gym. She was aware that they were walking out of the school grounds, and vaguely that it was against school rules, but she didn't care. She had no idea what was happening, as he lay her down on the bench and whispered soft words in her ear. The last thing she remembered ws laying on that bench, with Davie comforting her before, she fell into a deep, blackness that she welcomed
The room was flashy!
Chylo looked around her, neck to the side, admiring the vision before her, the duvet warm against her body. TV, telephone, lush carpet. The scene was overwhelming, but something nagged at Chylo. How had she gotten here? All she could remember was laying on a bench with davie, after that it was a balnk. As the thoughts clouded her mind another rammed in, scattering the others. I'm not wearing any clothes.
Freakied out chylo sat bolt upright, so fast her head was spinning. A cool breexre caught her up, calming her. Almost unconsciously she padded over to the window, treading on an orange shirt in the process. The room was high up, overlooking an athletics track. Kids in running spides stood around doing stretches, or running the track. Chylo could only guess that she was in some kind of children's home.
She needed to get dressed. Her mind flickered to the orange thing she'd already troden on. Backtracking she picked it up. It was new, and more military-style kit accompanied it. She studied the logo embroided on the T-shirt, more entranced by the inituals CHERUB than the winged baby on the world. It bothered her that the initals made no sense. She knew all of the childrens homes by name, having been to quiet a few and CHERUB wasn't one of them.
In the corridor the kids had the same green trousers and black boots as Chylo, but none of their shirts were orange. In fact grey seemed to be the most common colour. She opened her mouth to speak.
"Can't talk to orange." She frowned, before noticing the kind pointing towards a lift, and was also pointing in a downwards gester. Nodding chylo almost ran towards the lift, set only on getting to the destination with as few can't talk to orange as she possible could. In the lift Chylo felt lucky to have an adult point at her than press in the button for the first floor. He hadn't even spoken a word.
The first floor was a reception area. She could see out the main entrace into plush gardens where a fountain sprouted water, meters into the air. The sculpture in the centre was a winged baby perched upon a globe. Chylo noticed an elderly lady behind a dest, but before she could open her mouth she was interrupted.
"Good morning Chyl. Doctor McAfferty would like to see you in his office.
Yes I know its another short one, but next time it'll be longer. Promise.