Samael: Chapter Two, Page Two
When Michael woke up after being subdued by the large black man, he had that same trapped feeling he’d had when grounded fifteen years ago. Yet he wasn’t in prison; far from it, in fact. He seemed to be inside of a clean and comfortable bedroom with simple white walls and furniture done in blue, his favorite color.
He was, in fact, lying on top of a royal-blue comforter, which in turn covered a queen sized bed. Frowning, Michael sat up (slowly, given the throbbing in his head) and tried to look around. There were some small windows just within his reach above him, but all had bars. Though the sun never really shone in Shiloh, there was the usual dim light that signified daytime, as well as the muted sound of rush-hour traffic. How long had he been out?
Standing up, Michael made his way around the room as his head cleared and explored. There was a closet adjacent to the bed; opening it, he found his own clothing, only washed and clean. He knew he hadn’t done any of his own cleaning for a year-hell, if Bruce hadn’t come over he would never have changed his clothing at all.
What the hell was going on?
Michael half expected the door to be locked, but it opened easily enough. He poked his head through cautiously, seeing nothing more than a simple living area with a couch and a large TV. The windows, again, were high up and small with bars.
It was in the kitchen next door that Michael found the man who had kept him from Jin Craig’s throat last night. He was sitting at the large faux-wood table in the center of the room, reading a newspaper and sipping on a mug of coffee.
Michael wondered if the man’s seated posture was meant to keep him from looking threatening. It didn’t work if that was the case; aside from being huge this man had some air of danger about him that probably made crowds part before him like the Red Sea in front of Moses.
The man put down his newspaper and looked directly at Michael. His face was pleasant. “Good morning, Michael.”
“If I were to try the front door,” said Michael, “I’d find it locked, right?”
“Yes,” said the man, “But not for long. You just have to listen to what I have to say, and then you’re free to do whatever you like, including leave.”
He was, in fact, lying on top of a royal-blue comforter, which in turn covered a queen sized bed. Frowning, Michael sat up (slowly, given the throbbing in his head) and tried to look around. There were some small windows just within his reach above him, but all had bars. Though the sun never really shone in Shiloh, there was the usual dim light that signified daytime, as well as the muted sound of rush-hour traffic. How long had he been out?
Standing up, Michael made his way around the room as his head cleared and explored. There was a closet adjacent to the bed; opening it, he found his own clothing, only washed and clean. He knew he hadn’t done any of his own cleaning for a year-hell, if Bruce hadn’t come over he would never have changed his clothing at all.
What the hell was going on?
Michael half expected the door to be locked, but it opened easily enough. He poked his head through cautiously, seeing nothing more than a simple living area with a couch and a large TV. The windows, again, were high up and small with bars.
It was in the kitchen next door that Michael found the man who had kept him from Jin Craig’s throat last night. He was sitting at the large faux-wood table in the center of the room, reading a newspaper and sipping on a mug of coffee.
Michael wondered if the man’s seated posture was meant to keep him from looking threatening. It didn’t work if that was the case; aside from being huge this man had some air of danger about him that probably made crowds part before him like the Red Sea in front of Moses.
The man put down his newspaper and looked directly at Michael. His face was pleasant. “Good morning, Michael.”
“If I were to try the front door,” said Michael, “I’d find it locked, right?”
“Yes,” said the man, “But not for long. You just have to listen to what I have to say, and then you’re free to do whatever you like, including leave.”