“Why are you taking this nice lady’s purse?” I asked, stepping between them and ripping the purse out of the man’s hand. “What’s the point, anyway? Sure you might get a few dollars here and there, maybe some nice jewelry, but that’s not gonna make you as much as you could get with a job.”
“I don’t need your advice, kid.” The man snarled, grabbing for the purse. I handed it to the old lady and she ran away.
“You also don’t need my fist in your face.” I said, raising it threateningly. “Scram.” …show more content…
I sighed. Oh well; I tried. Just as I was about to go back home, a man in a suit approached me.
“I’ve been watching you, and you have the characteristics we desire. Please, come with me.” He said.
“Why?” I asked.
“You can help us. We need someone who can protect people.” The man said.
“What are you with, Secret Service or something?”
“No. I am a representative of Malitia, a non-profit group that tries its best to help people who need helping. Come with me. I promise you will be safe.”
I followed him, though warily.
As he led me to wherever Malitia wanted me to be, the man told me what in the world was going on.
“My name is Gavin Perez, and I am one of the agents that Malitia sent out to find a new Protector.” Gavin said.
“Protector?” I asked, …show more content…
Back then, I never would’ve thought for a second that it could be anything else. I trusted him.
He guided me into what felt and sounded like a car, or perhaps a limo, and helped me sit down. The ride seemed to last hours, but it really only took about thirty minutes.
The car stopped and I was helped out.
When Gavin finally took the blindfold off, I was standing right outside the biggest building I had ever seen.
“Whoa.” I said, amazed at the size and shape of the place.
“I know, right? You’ll feel right at home here, Iris. Let me show you around.” He said, walking briskly through the odd doorway.
I followed behind, wondering what the inside would look like. The door closed behind us with a click.
The building was shaped like a bunch of claws, scratching at the air.
The interior was just like the outside; complicated and creepy.
“Why is the building designed like this?” I asked, gaping at all the corners, crevices, and designs on the walls and ceiling.
“To confuse trespassers. Malitia is like a maze, you’ll soon discover. It’s quite easy to remember how to get places after a while, though. You will be given a map soon, just in case.” Gavin