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   Yet again, Adam woke with a sharp pain in his head in a room. But this room was more lit than before, and it seemed to be larger from where he was now. The interior was relatively the same- old, rotting boards. He realized that he wasn't bound this time; no, instead, there were cloaked men in the room.

   Aversely, he tilted his head upwards. Looking past his knees which were in front of him, he got a more pellucid view of the room. There were several of the men in the room crouching down, as if they were praying. All of the cloaks were red, black, or white- like all the others he had seen. And, like every other one, each bore the same necklace of the silver flower with many pedals.

   And what related to that which caught his eye was in the far middle of the room. Across from him, on the other side of the room, there was a small table without legs; it was more of a large pedestal. It was placed between to wooden beams which stood close to the wall and shot to the ceiling like columns; there were several others spanning the length of the room. On the little table, there was a large flower. However, not natural- it was metal. All of it was a pulchritudinous silver color; save for the pistil. The pistil was a bright red, whether it was a precious metal, gem, or simply a coating could not be told. With the exception of the red pistil, the astounding flower perfectly matched the flowers that were on the necklaces.

   Behind the small table bearing the overwhelming flower, there stood one cloaked man. It was the same man that he had been brought before on the path. He still wore his own styled mask and the white cloak which was marvelously trimmed with red and black. He had his arms help up in the air, moderately positioned upwards. In his right hand, he held a knife. The blade gleamed like chrome in the little light that was offered. Like most everything he had seen in this place- save the buildings-, it was rather majestic. It had one blade, but that blade split off into two branches. It went almost straight up, and bent back a very small degree. A small section branched off in front of the larger portion of the extravagant blade. It seemed to be a cult, and he was their leader.

   Now they began to chant something. Adam couldn't comprehend what was being said; it was in an indiscernible language. But he had an idea of what was going on at the moment, for all save the hierarch were chanting and they remained in a kneeling position. But then it stopped. Two black cloaked men in the back, near Adam, stood up- exactly how they presented themselves in everything else- calmly.

   They walked towards him. They stood over him and glared down at him; inside of the two eyeholes, because of the greater lighting, he could see a glint which instilled an unexplainable fear. Simultaneously, they reached down for Adam and grappled his arms tightly. They stood him up, and, as all the other cloaked, masked men- nearly twenty or so- tilted their heads from the floor and watched him.

   They brought him towards the eminence as he lowered his arms. They removed his jacket. At that moment, Adam almost reached down for his pocket to grab the nails he had been carrying, but his arms were brought horizontally by the two men at his side. The hierarch brought the blade against Adam's wrist and applied pressure. He glided the blade across his arm, in towards Adam's chest, and so began his painful bellowing. The hierarch halted the edge at Adam's shoulder and began again at the other side.

   When both arms had long incisions spanning the length of his arm, he glanced down at the floor where his blood was streaming down to. He saw that his fresh blood was among dark, crusty blood that had been there for some time. They released him, and at that very second in time, Adam darted his hand into his pocket and grasped a nail. Before they could respond, he painfully lugged his arm at the hierarch neck. The nail stuck deep into his neck and blood gushed forth.

   At the same time that he had done this, all others leapt up with a shriek of hissing that filled the room. Hopelessly, Adam ran back the way he had awoken. To his amazement, they rushed towards their fallen leader and paid no attention to him. When he got to the far side of the room, the hissing increased, and they turned to him. They began hastily following him- the eminence was dead. Adam found stairs that lead up; whether he was underground or in a lower story was unknown. But before he knew he had done so, he burst out of the two doors which blocked his way. He found himself outside now, and the horizon was just now being lit by the bright sun.

   But he noticed something was different now. There were many men in black crouching a good distance away from him. They weren't cloaked. He saw white letters that each had on their chest. The field lit up with flashes and loud shots. Adam felt a sting in his shoulder and fell to the ground.

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