Fading Skies

It was dark outside. The skies were slowly fading. Jay opened the ebony doors. We walked hesitantly into the building. It was dark inside; the only light sheltered the secretary. I decided not to walk up to her and Where is the ultimate Humble One? Now, that would've been a problem. But Livy confidently walked up to her.

"Excuse me," Livy said clearly, "Uh... is Mr. Heron hear today?"

"Why, yes. Yes, he is. May I ask why?"

"I'm his niece."

"What is your name?"

"Livy. Livy Idle."

"Okay, let me call him."

The secretary called him. Livy walked back and told us to run to the elevator.

"You're not his niece, are you?" asked Jay in the elevator.

"No. I know 'im only 'cause I bumped into 'im a couple times."

"Oh," Jay said.

We all stood in separate corners. After a while, Jay gradually moved closer to me. This elevator seemed to move up forever.

"Wait," I asked suddenly realizing that we pressed no specific button on the elevator, "where are we going, exactly?"

"Up top. All the way," Livy said.

"Wait, how do you know all this?"

"I live in London, don't I? Plus, I found some brochures in y' boat. An' the highest floor seems t'be a pratical place to 'ave an ultimate Humble One."

"True," I said.

Ding! We were here. Jay and I had the same expression on our face. An expression of terror. Livy soon had the same face.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, everything was dark. We were in a tight room with a desk. An ebony desk. There was a chair turned backwards and half of a head peering over the leather chair. The chair turned around around. A blonde-haired man stared at us with a smirk.

"Mr. Heron!" Livy slightly shouted.

"Why, hello. Livy!" he said. "You are here because? Wait, let me answer that. The term music seems to be the answer."

"Look Mr. Heron," said Jay pointing a finger, "We_"

"Pointing is rude, Jay," interrupted Mr. Heron. He pushed Jay's finger down. He smirked again. "The Thing. That's what they call it. The Thing's busy right now. So please enjoy our five star hotel," he said.

Mr. Heron got up and walked out. He locked the room and suddenly everything _ the desk and chair_ disappeared. We were trapped in a metal room. A metal room that seemed to be closing in every second.

The End

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