Chapter Two

The elevator beep and felt my stomach jump from the speed. 'Entering Meeting room #12" said the voice form the elevator. The motion of the elevator stopped and Behind me the metallic door opened, and I heard a bunch of chattering voices stop. Turning around I see around 20 different masks turned to look at me. I took a step into the room and most of the people just turned back to their previous conversations, while I just stood there looking around. From the opposite side of the room someone came to me and grabbed my shoulders pulling me to one of the chairs. "Hey, stop" I said thrusting my arm away

"Its ok Malia. I'm just telling you where to sit," he said. I then realized that it was Jeff and I instantly relax. He brought me to the far end of the table furthest from the main entrance of the room. "You are the youngest so unfortunately you will be the furthest from the Anti-Christ. Do not sit down until he tells us to and enjoy" Jeff said before he walked back to the small group, he was originally in.

It didn't take long for the Anti-Christ to arrive a green light blinked and the voice I heard in the elevator spoke "Please get into position, your guest has arrived." Everyone scattered to their positions and waited, then the unlocking and opening of the door was heard. All of the members turn their heads to get a glance at Satan's son but, first a little old lady walked in. She didn't look like your typical sweet old lady; she had a very goth style. Her hair was closely cut and jet black and she paired it with a dark burgundy lipstick. She was very pretty for someone so old, the thing that would distract you from her beauty is the number of wrinkles she had near her eyes, mouth, and under her chin. She dressed particularly 'boxy', wearing a black military styled suit with black leather gloves. A younger man stood behind her and walked up to the table with integrity making the older women move to his side. For someone so evil he was very handsome.

He looked to be maybe a few years older than me. He had a slim and well-structured face. His eyes were a smaller form of almond eyes and they had the purest gunmetal blue, they were almost white and could make anybody's heart race. His lips were very plump and rosy as if someone had been kissing him in the other room to make them swollen but, the thing that framed this perfect portrait was his luscious blonde curls that sat upon his head. He was the perfect specimen, someone to watch around your spouse or significant other. He was a natural sex symbol

When he arrived at the head of the table everyone started to take steps forward toward their seats, but before we sat, we waited for his command. "Esteemed members of the Co-operative. World Leaders, Tech giants, media moguls and cultural influencers the rumors you heard are true. My name is Michael Langdon and I am the Anti-Christ." Everyone in the room started to whisper and look around at each other in shock and excitement while I stayed quiet and kept my glaze upon Michael, who looked annoyed at the slight chatter.

Watching him carefully he raised his hand quickly and close his fist. It was as if everyone had been casted under a spell and looked over at him in unison. He appreciated the attention with a slight smirk and swayed his palm towards our seat implying us that he wanted us to sit so we could properly start the meeting. Everyone pulled their seat back and sat down getting comfortable.

"Humanity is at a crossroads" he said the word escaping his mouth as smooth as silk. He looked down at the member on his right and smiled seeing his reflection. "The World as it is today. Poverty, the hunger, the greed and war. Its no longer sustainable. The time has come to wipe the slat clean." Nobody dared take their eyes off him. Slowly he leaned forward on the table placing his hands on either side to maintain his weight. He look straight down the table then stated "Friends, Its time for the Apocalypse."

Fear spread through the room and people started to talk again but, Michael only saw this as a way to dive deeper into his plan. "I understand your trepidation but, let me remind you that you are here because of the gifts bestowed upon you by my father..." Michael started to make his way down to my side of the table and I could only feel the heat that his body produced like a well kept fire on a warm summers day. Behind him the old lady started to hand out binders of the plan. "...in return you gave him your immortal souls. He owns you, therefore I own you. We speak with one voice and my demands are his." He made it to the end of the table and pointed towards my binder "Now as you'll see from the handy guide provided by my associate I do not intend to leave all of you here to die. When fire reigns down on the unwashed masses half of you and your families will be safely squirreled away in a network of luxury fallout shelters."

He then proceeded to do his intimidating stance bent over the table as he explain further. "You already have the resources." He explained. The words he was saying were terrifying but, the way he spoke them made me feel relieved and secure. I don't know what half of us are going to be saved from this so-called Apocalypse but whatever does happen to me and my father, we are ready. "You just bought land on New Zealand's South Island. You own half of Bora Bora. The bunker underneath your ranch in Texas could easily fit twenty people. With a little construction and some retro fitting these sites will make the perfect outposts to ride out the end of the world and with the admission price of a hundred million dollars only the worthy will gain admission."

Smiling at each end of the table Michael and his assistant looked at each other. You could see the respect that Michael held for this woman and her approval must have been very important. "Turn to page six section one; Outpost Construction," I opened the binder and flipped to the designated page he instructed us to go to. It was a picture of the diagram of what he wanted these Outpost to look like. "The fallout shelters will be residing under ground to insure it stays in tacked after the Nuclear bombs fall. There will be a series of layers to these Outpost. Level One will be where all the living necessities are. Levels three and four will be bedrooms for the survivors and level two will be for the commanders office and my interview space."

Michael talk for awhile not giving any breaks for the reason being he wanted to leave as soon as possible. He explained the food that will be provided; Vitamin cubes. The special cases for survivor who had special DNA, co-operating interviews, and the sanctuary. The sanctuary is a safe fallout shelter it will be without flaws. Unlike the outpost it will be a secret city for the original families and survivors who pass the co-operating interviews. Michael said that with the powers his father had bestowed upon him he will be able to protect this 'city' from the fallout.

"With the end approaching fast and the preciseness of this plan I will need to do a cooperating interview with all of you. Starting with the youngest seeing as they are more likely to survive. I'm looking forward to meeting each at everyone of you... Dismissed," Michael said before looking down at me. He held his hand down for me to take and smirked into my mask. "Seeing as you are the youngest ill ask you to follow me," he said slowly pronouncing every syllable. I take my hands out from under the table, grabbed his hand and he helped me out of my chair.

He laced my arm in over his and guided me to the door he walked through at the beginning of the meeting. Michael didn't talk during the walk and he kept a serious face as we got closer to wherever we were going. The hallways were filled with dim lighting and cases of, what I'm assuming to be, special books and pictures. The décor almost made me want to run away from Michael just to look, but just as the thought crossed my mind Michael brought out a set of keys unlocking a door. He opened the door and let me, and the older woman walk in first. "Please have a seat," he said going to set up at the desk that sat in the corner in front of the blazing fireplace.

"Ms. Mead can you give me and Mrs. Montgomery some time to talk" he said as he took a seat. I sat there confused at the fact that he knew who I was. Mead nodded her head and slowly walked out of the room closing the door quietly. Michael didn't ask me anything at first, he simply just stared at me and folded his hands over his lap. "You can remove your mask now Malia. Nobody will be disturbing us," he said watching me closely. I grabbed the elastic band and pulled the mask off my face, followed by taking my hood off and pulling the hair out of my cloak. Michaels features never faltered or moved he was expressionless except for his eyes that seemed to scan and search for answers about me on my face.

Sitting quietly in my seat I made sure to wait patiently for him to ask the first question. "Let's get started shall we? I will not be telling you the exact criteria I'm using to grade you, but I will say this... Things you may feel are helpful may be hurtful. So, answer truthfully because I will know and if you lied, hedge or try to trick me I will know, and this interview will be over." His words frightened me. I had no intention of lying to him, but I had this underlying fear that my body would make it seem like I was.

"What is your sexual orientation?" he asked with no intention of the question to be a joke and in all honesty I had no idea how to answer it for him. I didn't classify myself under a set label I kept my sexuality to myself for the most part. I've never even been in a serious relationship to classify myself under a category.

"I haven't classified myself as anything. All I know is that I am not straight because of my countless crushes on women. I also have no experience with relationships to answer that question." I said trying not to look at his intimidating glance. His eyes seemed to spark with curiosity at the statement and his once intense eyes looked to be more amused.

"A virgin?" he stated almost as if he was asking me. He then tilted his head to rest it on his hand.

"But, If it come down to it I will reproduce." I said in a state of panic

"We will need women to incubate a fetus, but no mans presence has to be involved," He said. It then looked as if another question popped into his head and he leaned forward. "What was your homelife like? Tell me about your mother." The memories that flooded into my head of my childhood sparked an anger within me and made my skin boil.

"As a child my homelife was difficult. My dreadful mother was an extreme catholic making it hard for her to accepted differences in people. I hated her and all she stood for." I said remember all of the hateful comments and the camps that forced her religion on me. "When she found out I was a Satanist the anger she had for me grew and I became like a slave to her. I only obeyed her so I could eventually find out who my father was because she was the only one with the papers" I said my blood beginning to boil and my tear began to prick at me eyes.

"She robbed you of a childhood. A long time ago. She even coerced you" he said more in a questioning type of tone. He then got up and walked around his desk placing his foot on the chair in front of him. "And just how did you deal with your mother?" he asked

The memory of how popped into my head and I smiled looking away from his intense gaze "I poisoned her. After selling my soul to your father. He gave me the little push I needed to end her miserable life. When she died right in front of me I ripped her heart out and gave it to your Father as confirmation that I finished his demand" I pronounced all proud of myself.

A sweet sound hummed from his lips and he goes back to sit in his seat. "You are perfect to recreate this world in my fathers image, but you won't be going to the sanctuary. I have a bigger plan for you. Let's just say I have a gift. I can see into the dark places that people desperately try to hide and when I look at you that all I see. Darkness."