A whole new world

Ever so slowly, you pull the door open toward you. A bright light illuminates the once darkened passage as you notice Sophia’s gun pointing steadily into the open mouth of the beast. You continue until finally the door is completely open. You let out a cold breath as you notice no one is in the room. However, instead there are several more doors leading to god knows where. Against one wall is a display center with several monitors depicting different quarters. You suspect they are live feeds of these same areas. On one of the monitors you can see a person strapped into a chair. All the other rooms appear to be empty. There are also several panels with different coloured blinking bulbs and a riddle of little red buttons.

“Wha… what the hell is this place, Sophia?”

“This is where they train them.”

“Train them… train who?”

“It’s a long story John, I don’t have the time to explain to you right now.”

“Listen Sophia, you don’t want to tell me why you hid the fact you can speak English, fine. You don’t want to tell me why your carrying around a gun, cool. You don’t even have to give me a reason how you know about this place but fuck, Sophia, I’m fucking risking my neck for a girl I hardly know and I’d like to know what the hell we are up against.”

Sophia mauls it over in her head for a few seconds before finally nodding her head, “Okay John.First of all, I’m with French Secret Service. I’ve been planted as a mole to uncover the whereabouts of a Secret Society known as the Eros Cult. About a year and a half ago, a surge of young, attractive females began disappearing all over France and England. Some of those girls strangely started resurfacing in the more seedy sections of large cities. Some were good wholesome teens with wealthy families and bright features somehow changed with sexual impulses and immoral desires. Even after the girls were brought back to their families their cravings never diminished. Some would return to the streets to sell their bodies, others would exploit their own family members to satisfy their licentious cravings, while even those who tried fighting these urges simply languished until they became nothing but an empty shell. Some girls never did come back, whether it is from exportation, personal use or **** we’re not exactly sure. As of yet we have been unable to cure this epidemic and unless we find the source, it may never happen. Sadly, I don’t even know if finding the source will accomplish anything but we’re hoping. Are you with me so far?”

You shake your head up and down like a stupefied child.

“About five months ago we were informed through US Central Intelligence of similar cases popping up along eastern and central North America. With the help of an undercover United States agent… whose information I would rather not disclose to you… we were able to pinpoint an exact location of one of these ‘treatment’ centers. We have had other agents working the field but most have either disappeared or have been exposed. Do you have any questions for me?”

“How… I mean… Do you know what causes these psychological alterations in the girls?”

“I’m not exactly sure.” Sophia answers obliquely.

“What do you mean by 'not exactly sure'?”

“I mean, we have theories, but we don’t know for sure.”

“What kind of theories?”

Sophia blushes slightly before answering, “Well everything from alien invasion to tampered water.”

You wondered what the in-betweens were but moved on the next question. “Do you know where Summer Kamp is?”

“No, I’m sorry… I did hear a conversation Mrs. Kamp was having over the phone about her having BIG plans for Summer, but that is all.”

“Well, I think I’ve heard enough… your secret is safe with me Sophia. If I’m correct, these monitors display the rooms behind these closed doors. It looks like there is movement in room number three.”

You make a move for the door… more like a submarine hatch, made of heavy thick steal with a spring locking mechanism opened by turning a wheel centered in the middle of its mass.

“John, I don’t think you should open that!”