Bab 11: The Gathering
It was now few minutes to midnight and the Charles and Wilson were almost ready to depart when Justin had approached them asking to join in this their gathering. He wanted to know more about this society. He had developed interest in their activities and what they did and now he wanted deeper in the action. He wanted the full story.
Ashley had also stormed downstairs just before the brothers could leave and also demanded to follow them to this their gathering. Justin had totally disagreed with the idea of her going with them. Things were far too dangerous for her to be out there but Wilson had reminded him that they would still be there and they couldn't possibly sit and watch while any harm came her way.
He had reluctantly agreed, even though Charles hadn't really said anything about them coming with. He stared at the two of them for a bit, cracking his brain, trying to find the right choice to make. He didn't know if the higher ups would be mad for inviting a stranger into their circle or if the twins were ready to even get involved with matters regarding the Advocates and Satan's Guild. He felt it was too early but they deserved to know about what their life was going to become soon. Being wanted by the Guild was a serious issue and recruiting them into the Advocate was the perfect counter for anything the Guild was cooking up in their cauldron.
He finally shook his head, only allowing them because they needed to beat the Guild in any game they decided to play.
The four of them jumped into Charles's vehicle since Wilson's own still parked unrepaired. The damage from the attack earlier was worse than they had thought and repairing the car would certainly cost a fortune and probably take days before it was returned to shape
Most of the roads were empty, only few night travellers occupying the broad road with them. They had been driving on the road for about ten minutes and just in an eye blink, Charles had taken a swift turn right, suddenly going off road into a more secluded area where human life was very scarcely found. The environment looked more a ghetto, flames burned in old abandoned oil barrels while stray dogs barked into the night at figures they couldn't really see.
They parked just few metres away from the lonely neighborhood before alighting from the vehicle. The brothers looked very calm and didn't bother themselves with the scenery of the environment they walked into while the siblings walked closely behind them, their fear clear on their faces and lingered around in the air
Charles approached a brick wall, where touts and street skaters practiced their own form of art, designing the wall to whatever way they pleased.
They both watched, already aware of what would come next. He would touch a part of the wall and then a secret doorway would appear and they'll walk in. But instead, the man had walked sideways, towards the dim end of the wall and had suddenly disappeared from sight and soon, Wilson followed just before the two of them came running afterwards.
They felt the wind wash over them after they had just ran through an invisible barrier .The wall was a decoy to make anyone who stalked them loose his mind and turn away, while the invisible barrier was the doorway to the largest auditorium they had ever walked into.
They were just realizing that the Advocate was much more larger than they had anticipated. This didn't seem like an ordinary society, it felt like a gathering from individuals from different part of the world.
They trailed Wilson closely, not wanting to get lost in the crowd of people that filled the place.
Wilson finally settled down on a chair and they did so beside him while Charles headed off into a more secluded area.
Ashley tugged Wilson by the shirt and asked him in a whisper, "What the hell is this place?"
Wilson let out a soft chuckle before answering her question.
"The Cave" He replied, "It's where Advocates gather once every month from around the world for important information." He explained, quenching both their curiosity.
Harry also arrived, and settled beside Wilson after giving the two siblings a handshake.
"What do you think they want to tell us?" Wilson asked the man immediately he sat
"I don't know, I think your brother might be a better person to ask that question" Harry replied.
Wilson smacked himself for his stupidity before facing front to the stage as a figure made it's appearance.
The entire room suddenly fell quiet immediately the man stepped on stage. He was as old as anyone could get but still yet, he could walk. The entire hair on him had turned grey and his spectacles hung just at the end of his nose threatening to fall and break if any unnecessary actions took place. The man leaned down on his walking stick which clearly aided him in walking before turning to face the crowd.
"Gerald Front is dead"
The announcement was followed by gasps and light murmurings before the environment finally returned to its serene state once more
Justin shook his head, not knowing if he was hallucinating or was this being real. He was sure he didn't hear the man move his lips but he could hear him loudly in his head He shook his head once more, hoping to correct his mental disorder with the shaking.
"The Advocate society will mourn the loss of this great leader" The old man concluded before making his way slowly out of the stage. The murmuring had returned once more and this time, it persisted.
He had finally confirmed that he wasn't hallucinating. He had heard the man clearly in his head and come to think of it, there was no way a man this old could possibly speak to the hearing of the this congregation without a microphone which he noticed wasn't even available on the stage.
Charles had finally resurfaced and this time he had come for them. He usual cheerful face completely gone.
They both complied and followed the man to wherever he was leading them. They knew this wasn't the time to be unserious, they could already smell it in the atmosphere. This time was real business.
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