Ezekiel Bloor was an ancient man with hundreds of creases on his aged skin. His back was crooked and he was sitting uncomfortably in an old wheelchair with a tatty tartan blanket spread across his lap. When he spoke his tongue flicked like a snake.
"Ah. So this is the new girl. I am Ezekiel Bloor" His voice was high-pitched and sly. He motioned with his long, bony finger for me to come closer. I slowly and unwillingly walked towards him. I noticed Dr. Bloor standing several steps behind Ezekiel. I just wanted them to tell me what ever they wanted to tell me and get the hell out of here.
"I hear your endowment is pretty…powerful, no?"
"Yeah…" I had absolutely no idea where he was getting at. A sly smile slowly spread across his aged skin.
"Well, little girl-" He started before I interrupted him. I couldn't help but get a little angry over that.
"My name is Summer!" I yelled at him angrily. I immediately regretted it, realised too late what a big mistake I had made. Dr. Bloor was about to speak (probably to smack the hell out of me), but Ezekiel stopped him, raising his crinkled hand.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what came over me." I said too quickly.
"Well, Summer, you better make sure it never happens again." He warned. "Besides, I can't hold a grudge on you if you are to help us."
I eyed him carefully, sensing the danger way too late. I looked from Ezekiel to Dr. Bloor and back again. Each had a matching crafty smile across their lips. Like father like son. Or in this case, like grandfather like grandson.
"W-what do you mean?" I asked, confused. Dr. Bloor took a couple of steps towards me. He paused for a few long seconds, hovering in front of me, before he spoke again.
"We need you…for a…special assignment. Your…gift could be very useful in this…project." Dr. Bloor seemed to be choosing his words very wisely, as if not to accidentally slip up. I must've been staring at him for ages because he started to click his fingers in my face. I quickly zoned back in.
"Erm…What assignment?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Oh, just a special project, between me and you."
I thought about it for a few minutes. It was so quiet in Dr. Bloor's office, I swear you could hear a pin drop. The two men's gaze was fixed upon me, making me lose my train of thought. They were so creepy.
" What do I have to do?"
"Well, I'm afraid we can't tell you until you agree." Dr. Bloor replied, acting sorry, though his face said otherwise.
"Actually we can tell you something." Ezekiel Bloor's shrill voice spoke up again. Something told me to not trust them and run for my life, yet I resisted the urge to do so.
"We can?" Dr. Bloor was just as astounded as me, but for a different reason. I was shocked and confused over what they were trying to get at. I didn't want to agree straight away in case it involves something…well…bad. Maybe I'll ask the others on their opinion.
"It will make a great difference to the world"
I shuddered as Dr. Bloor was laughing softly along with his grandfather. The old man's laugh sounded more like a bad cough. It was wheezy and sounded bad.
"I'll have to think about it." I said quietly, interrupting them. I dismissed myself and slipped out of the room, not caring to be polite anymore.