The man in the trench coat flew into a large pipe located in front of a church. He landed and set her down on a pile of lumpy white sheet that were specked with red. She recognized the scent. Blood? A chill traveled down her spine as she realized what was in the sheets. I'm sitting on dead bodies! She looked up to get another look at him but she ended up looking past him to the walls. The walls surrounding her were almost fully covered with dead bodies that had been sewn together. I'm all for a Gothic and deathly environment but this seems like a little much! She turned her attention back to the man, who had folded his wings and walked over to her while she was distracted. He put his hand on her shoulder in an effort to comfort her. 'Is it really that disgusting to you?'
"You can talk?" He gave her a surprised look.
'You can understand me?'
"You mean other people can't?" He nodded before turning away, appearing to be deep in thought. Minerva took this opportunity to look around. She started down the pile of bodies but lost her balance and fell.
However, before she hit the ground, a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist and held her in the air. "Thanks."
'Please tell me I won't have to do this often.'
"Don't worry. I can take care of myself."
'You better hope you can.' He set her down before flying up to a door high above the floor. He opened it and walked in.
As soon as she heard it shut, she spread her wings and flew up to some of the higher up bodies. They seemed much newer than the ones near the bottom, but they were still naked. She leaned in and gently ran her hand across a teenage girl's face. It felt like leather. She flew back down to the floor and looked at the few tables in the middle of the room. They were covered with various sharp tools and beakers. The beakers seemed to be covered with an inch of dust and only a few tools were clean. It was as if no one had used them for many years.
Suddenly, she heard the door open. She thoughtlessly turned, forgetting to absorb her wings. The man's eyes grew wide from shock. She wore a confused look for a few seconds before blushing as she realized that her wings were still out. She was tempted to absorb them now but it wouldn't make a difference. He had already seen them. The man spread his own wings and flew down to her. He landed a few feet in front of her and stared. When she did not run, he began moving closer. When he was right in front of her, he spread his wings wider, as if trying to impress her.
Minerva began feeling aroused again but she fought it off and flew towards the tunnel opening. He was right behind her. She reached for the light but began to fall as her wings collapsed for an unknown reason. She let out a small scream as she plummeted to the ground. He turned and dove after her. He grabbed her and held her to his body as he landed. He let his chin rest on her head for a few seconds before releasing his grip on her, causing her to hit the floor. "Ow..." She looked up at him angrily. "What was that for?"
'Shut up. We have only a short amount of time left.'
"Huh? What do you mean, short time?" He ignored her.
'You shall sleep there.' He motioned to another door opposite the one he had gone into earlier. 'If you try to escape again, there shall be consequences.' He flew up to what appeared to be his room and entered it before closing and locking the door. She sat there, shocked by his attitude change.
"What did I do?" She sat there a few more minutes before standing and flying up to her room. Her body had suddenly grown tired and was begging for sleep. She opened the door and walked in. The walls were dark brown and appeared to be rusted. The floorboards creaked, as if threatening to give way under her feet. The bed was an average sized bed that could probably fit two people. The covers were white with little bits of dust on them. She reabsorbed her wings and laid down on the bed, finding herself too tired to even dust the bed off. She closed her eyes and drifted off; her dreams filled with images of the man in the trench coat.