Inspections and Revelations

It all happened relatively fast.

In one moment, you were just standing there. The next, an unseen **** wrenches you from that spot violently. You barely got out a small scream before your back slammed against the wall, arms over your head, just like Deacon.

Groaning in pain, you had time to see Ben following in your wake as he slammed to your left, the **** dislodging his glasses. The item falling to the ground with a sharp crack coming from it. A soft grunt and groan made you look to your right to the mystery prisoner pinned just like the rest of you.

Now, here you all are. Bound to the wall by…something, and at the mercy of the being before you.

“Just. Bloody. Brilliant.” Ben stated each word with irritation. “You just had to antagonize’em, didn’t you? You daft idjit.”

“Oh, bite me, brit!” Deacon snapped. “At least I was trying to find a way out of this damn mess!”

“Yes. And you’ve done such a lovely job of it. Why, I daresay you managed to get us into even more trouble in such a short time.” Ben spat sarcastically. “I swear, it’s like I’m arguing with my 5yr old cousin.”

“What d’you say?!”

Are these two seriously arguing now?! You felt your eye twitch at the spectacle occurring right next to you. Sighing harshly, you glanced right toward the mystery inmate and, once again, got nothing. They were still indifferent to what was happening, their attention was directed straight ahead. Looking in that direction, you understood what they were focused on.

The being was walking towards the cell.

“Uh, guys?” You spoke, trying to get the other's attention.

“I dare you to say that shit again, you pompous bastard?!”

“Pompous? You’re calling me pompous? You are the very definition of the ‘Pot calling the kettle black’! I have never met someone more obnoxious since I moved here, you tosser!”

“The fuck d’you just call me?!”

“Guys.” You speak louder, watching as the robed figure reaches the bars.

“For you yanks, it means you are a jackass! I swear, ever since I first saw you, I could tell straight away what you think you are. A self-titled ‘king’ who thinks everybody should kiss the ground he walks.”

“Yeah! And I could tell right away what you were. A pansy-ass exchange student from some podunk, prep school with a silver tongue!”

“I’m from Nottingham, you ignorant bastard!”

“Same shit, different name!”

“Guys, seriously! Stop shou-”

You were cut off midway through as a shrill whistle ceased the argument. You scrunched your face as the sound made you wince at how close it was. It lasted a minute before stopping and you turned your head right to glare at the instigator.

“The fuck is your deal?” Deacon spoke.

Our mystery, fellow inmate said nothing, as usual, and merely nodded their head forward. We all look to see the cloaked being raise their staff and lightly tap one of the bars. The room began to tremble, and slowly, the iron bars of the cell started glowing. Then, one by one, they each began to sink into the ground.

Now, the only barrier separating us from them was gone.

Slowly, they moved into our former cell, staff slowly tapping the ground until they stood right in front of them. You were breathing hard and rapid, it felt like my heart was going to burst. Ben was trying to keep calm but even he was getting worried. Deacon kept shut and was silently fuming. The only one of you that's indifferent is your mystery inmate.

Raising their robed hand, they reached their hood and pulled it down, revealing themselves.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Deacon shouted, recoiling in shock.

All of you were. The figure wasn’t human. Their skin was pale, almost bone white and the same could be said about their short hair, if to a darker shade. They had an androgynous look, so we couldn’t tell if they were male or female. The only striking thing about them was their eyes. Their pupils were also pure white, but the rest of them were a deep, dark purple.

“Holy shit…” The words quietly left your mouth.

The figure’s head tilted to the side and a small, teasing smirk appeared on their lips. then their mouth opened.