Ch. 16: Meeting Sinister
I got up and followed Kurt into the house after a minute or two. On the way up to my room I heard a roaring sound that sounded to me like an airplane or jet. Wow. This school has a private plane of some kind? That's nuts.
I packed up all of my stuff, writing down the address and making sure I had everything that I needed. Despite the fact it was pretty warm outside, I grabbed a hoodie that Kitty had given me that had a big hood to put on once I got off of the grounds. I didn't think that anyone would really like seeing a person covered in literal scales.
I climbed on to the nearest branch of the tree outside my window before closing it behind me and climbing down. I checked for cameras and other people before dashing into the trees. I climbed over the wall without any problems, but I did have to time it so the security cameras wouldn't see me.
Even though I really like the school, once I was over the wall and on my own it almost felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. There's really no other way I can explain it. It just felt like I was more free and that I could take on the world if I tried. I made my way out of the woods to the road and followed it all the way to town. I found the bus station pretty quickly (it was actually one of the first places I was able to see from the first intersection I came to after leaving the woods) and had a... Um, a bit of a fiasco buying a ticket. It was pretty dramatic.
Once I procured my ticket, I got on a bus to Manhattan. The bus ride was pretty uneventful. I sat and read one of the books Kitty gave to me all the way there. I also was able to gather that Harry and Ron would get absolutely nowhere without Hermionie. They can be real idiots sometimes. I'm only in book two and I figured that out.
I went to the nearest convenience store to ask for directions to my fathers' building, but the people I asked for directions from were pretty rude. I walked out of the store feeling pretty bad about how rude the guys behind the counter were when a brown haired guy on a pizza delivery bike-moped type thing came up to me.
"Hey, you look pretty down. Are you okay?" he asked. He looked pretty concerned.
I sighed. "I'm trying to find this building, but everyone I've asked directions from has been pretty nasty to me. Can you help me out?"
The guy took the paper from me, took one look at it and made a weird face. "I've heard some not so great things about the people that work in this place. But if this is where you want to go, I'd be glad to take you. I just got off of work. Climb on I'll give you a ride. It's not far from here. And for future reference, I work here as the delivery guy and the owner is pretty nasty to me too."
I practically melted with relief as I climbed on the back of his "bike". "Thank you so much. Is there anything I can do to repay you?"
He chuckled a little bit. "Nah, don't worry about it. Just knowing I was able to help someone out is enough repayment for me. Just take care of yourself."
He pulled off into traffic, a clear sign we couldn't talk anymore. New York traffic is pretty loud, so even though we had been standing on the sidewalk we had to shout to hear each other. I looped my arms around his waist and rested my forehead against his back to make sure I didn't fall off.
After a couple minutes of slow moving, he pulled off into a parking lot between a really tall black and grey building and a strip of clothing stores and fast food chains. He parked his bike, climbing off after me.
"So, What's your name?" the boy asked, looking a little bit awkward.
"That's actually what I'm here to figure out," I replied. "I found out my dad works in this building and came to see him to see if he remembers anything about me. I never thought to ask what your name is. I go by Lost Girl. What's yours?"
The boy smiled at me, his whole face lighting up and holding out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Peter Parker. Good luck talking to your dad. Maybe once you find out what your name is we'll meet again," he said, getting back on his bike.
"Maybe," I said turning for the door of the building, reading the silver letters emblazoned over it. I heard the bike go on behind me with one last shout of "Good luck!" before the sound of Peter's bike disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the city traffic. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
Well, here goes nothing.
I pushed through the rotating door with another deep breath. The hall that greeted me was polished marble and dark wood with a simple but large light fixture hanging over it all. The room smelled like a comination of scented candles and evergreen trees. The first thing you see upon entering is a long mahogany desk sitting between two sides of one of those staircases that looks like a circle got cut in half. I approached the front desk doing my best to not let my footsteps echo in the quiet room.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Mr. Essex," I said quietly upon approaching the front desk.
The man sitting behind the desk gave me an appraising look. "What would bring a young lady like you to a place like this looking for Mr. Essex?" the man asked.
"I had a question about my mother," I replied quietly. For some reason I felt the need to really lower my voice, so I kept speaking in a quieter tone than normal. "And it's a question that only Mr. Essex can answer."
The man gave me another appraising look. "Wait her for a few moments please," he replied, getting up from his chair.
I stood in front of the desk listening to the sound of the man's footsteps fading as he went up the stairs. He was gone for a couple of minutes at most before I heard him coming back down the stairs. When I heard him coming back, my heart started racing and my palms got sweaty from anxiety.
Is Sinister not going to see me? Was this a horrible idea after all?
The man from the front desk came back down the stairs and the suspense just about killed me. All he did was come back down the stairs and sit behind his desk again. He didn't even so much as look at me or tell me anything. I was about to ask if I was supposed to leave but a deep voice came from the hall at the top of the stairs, echoing so much that I could tell it was from a fair distance away.
"Well well well," said the voice. It was deep and seemed to resonate through the room even though it was just an echo. "My daughter has finally come to see me. Come up the stairs child, and I'll show you everything you want to know."
I looked at the desk clerk expecting him to say something, but all he did was nod towards the stairs and go back to what he was doing.
"Come child, there's no need to be afraid," said the voice again.
I bit the bullet and went up the stairs, following where I thought the voice was coming from. Upon entering the hallway, however, there was a tall man in a black business suit waiting for me. He was about as tall as one of the people I saw at the school that Kurt pointed out, but he was built more like Kurt in the way that he was slender but had quite a bit of muscle. The thing I thought was his most defining attribute was the fact that he had what seemed to be some sort of red diamond shaped gem in his forehead.
I froze at the top of the stairs, bits of black creeping into my vision. His voice was the same one I heard in my dream. Literally exactly the same. And I vividly remembered at that moment that I saw a flash of red right before I woke up that was the same shape as the gem in his forehead p. My hands started to shake and my stomach twisted into a giant knot like I was going to vomit.
This guy is connected to me somehow. I have to figure it out. I have to know who I truly am. Even if I have to discover who I am, I at least want to know what my name is.
"If you're truly my father," I whispered, trying my best to speak around the huge lump that formed in my throat, "then you have to know what my name is."
The man smiled, looking more evil than I can even imagine Severus Snape acting towards Harry Potter. "Of course, child," he replied in an overly calm and smooth voice. "Your name is Kaylin May Essex. It always has been and always will be as it was given to you at your birth. Now come. I shall give you a tour, unless you would prefer to sit in my office and ask questions."
I followed when he turned around, the lump of anxiety in my throat disappearing as we walked. I was still on edge because I didn't trust the guy, but at least it was easier to ask questions after the initial meeting. I hoped I didn't look as nervous and on edge as I felt, seeing as Sinister had his hands folded behind his back and a very relaxed posture.
We walked down a long hallway full of offices and down a spiraling staircase to a long hallway that looks like how I imagine the Department of Mysteries looking. We walked by a bunch of cells (like actual cells that could be in a jail) to the door at the end of the hall. It opened with a squeal, revealing what looked like a cross between a hospital room and a science lab.
I took one look at that room and the memories came back in a tidal wave.