Send Off

It spoke. The creepy, alien being spoke. The creepy, alien being spoke in a garbled, echolike voice.

And it knew your name.

“…How do you know my name?”

The smirk stayed on their face as they moved closer to all of you. All of you watched as they stopped, bent down, and picked up Ben’s glasses. Inspecting them, they chuckled slightly before their hand glowed. The eyewear attained a purple hue, and you watched as the crack in one of the lenses slowly fixed itself before they looked good as new.

Continuing their pace, they finally reached us, specifically, in front of your friend. The exchange student froze as a pale hand reached up and placed his glasses back onto his face.

“There you are, good as new, even better actually.” They stated. “Do be careful with them, Mr. Williams, won’t be many places to get a replacement if you lose them.”

Ben said nothing, merely staring as the creature stepped back. Silently, they stare at all of you while maintaining that smirk. Slowly turning their head, they look straight at Deacon.

“Deacon Forrester.” Their eyes then went to Ben. “Benjamin Williams.” Then they turned to you. "Jackson Taylor.” And finally on the mystery prisoner. “And you, my little ‘Unknown’.”

They then made a distorted noise that almost resembled a chuckle. “The Lady was right. You are worthy enough to be the offerings.”

Offerings. That word they spoke finally broke through to us as we all started yelling questions.

“THE FUCK YOU MEAN OFFERINGS?!”

“Whose The Lady?!”

“What do you want with us?!”

All of you were shouting something and, even though they still refused to say something, the ‘Unknown’ started struggling even more in their binds. All the while the figure just looked on, that bemused smirk still on their face. Raising their staff, you all froze as the purple glow enveloped it as they slammed it into the ground.

Lines of energy snaked from the impact as they traveled across the ground. You watched in stunned fear as the lines then traveled up the wall you were pinned to and where your restraints were. Loud, sharp cracks echoed through the room as the stone behind you began to break apart.

Tearing away from the wall, the four of you were now suspended in the air, the piece of wall now floating above you with your bound wrists still attached to it. The being’s alien gaze looked at you with an appraising look.

“Do not worry. The Lady has chosen you and I could not agree more. Your destiny will be a most glorious one.” Their smirk morphed into a more, warm smile. “I couldn’t be prouder.”

“Proud, huh?” Ben chuckled fearfully. “If you’re so proud, how ‘bout you let us go and we put this whole thing behind us, eh?”

“Oh, but if I did that, I would ruin the surprise~.” They stated, the last part almost vibrating past their lips. “And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

“Fuck surprises! Let me go, right fucking now or I’ll tear your head off and punt it like a football!” Deacon shouted, thrashing violently in his restraints.

Instead of intimidation, the figure merely shook their head a bit. “Tch, Tch, Tch, such a potty mouth. I had hoped you would have grown out of that phase by now. But I suppose a change in environment will do wonders for you.”

Raising the staff once more, they slammed it into the ground, the **** strong enough to crack the stone beneath. The glow intensified as large circles appeared under all of you. A cold pit formed in your stomach as you watch them raise their staff once more. The words escaped your mouth before you realized it.

“WAIT!” They stopped mid-motion and looked at you. “Before you do, whatever, just answer this: How do you know us?”

For a tense-filled moment, you worried that you may have said something insulting as they stared at you. Then they smiled and slowly raised their other hand.

“I suppose I could spoil one surprise.”

SNAP!

In what could be the second shock of your life, the figure began to morph. Their posture straightens as they grow taller. The once pale skin shimmered before taking a light olive complexion. White hair darkened to pitch black and began cascading down to reach their shoulders. Face softened to a more feminine form as pouty lips morphed back into a smirk. You breathe caught in your throat when they open their eyes, now more human-like with almond irises, that the face looked familiar. Shockingly familiar.

It was a face you hadn’t seen since freshman year.

“…Ms. Ortega?”

Your former history professor grinned before slamming her staff. The circles glowed brightly as the light enveloped all of you. You could only watch as the light grew even brighter. Your last sensations were seeing Ms. Ortega waving at you and what she said before everything else was silent.

“Diviértete, mis queridas estudiantes.” (“Enjoy yourselves, my dear students.”)

[Author's Notes: I kept the fourth prisoner as vague as possible. A blank slate. The only consistent thing is that, just like the others, they're from the same college and they were Ms. Ortega's student at one point or currently.]