He sat in his bedroom looking upon the sword and the book of knowledge in front of him. He was sixteen years old and wondered if he had what it takes
to fulfill his destiny in this world. He still was not yet aware of the higher truths he would face later in life. His name was John SinClair, and he
was the son of the great rich and powerful Micheal SinClair. He knew very little of the society he was about to join. His father had given him the
sword and the book of knowledge just yesterday, and told him to prepare to enter a new world. A world where you get what you want, no matter what the
cost may be to others. A world where people will respect you and obey you because of who you are.
He was told he had an important role to fill in the society. He could not help but to feel nervous with this new importance being placed on him by his
father and the other members of the society. He had known many of the members his whole life. Many were family and close friends or business
associates with the family. Soon he would walk among them not as a child, but as a new prospect being groomed for global leadership. He was told his
initiation into the society would take place in two days at 3:33 in the morning. Until then all he could do was wait in anticipation for his new life
At 2:30am the morning of the ceremony, John arrived at the temple, dressed in the ceremonial uniform his father had given him on his birthday. It
consisted of a black suit, black tie, and black dress shoes. Around his neck was the sash of Zanzibar which represented the societies origins, and his
crystal pyramid with the all seeing eye engraved on all sides hung by a solid gold braid. On his head he donned the short tined platinum crown
signifying his relation to his father, the leader and Grand Master of the society. On his hands he wore the leather gloves to signify the toughness
one must face when they are a member of the society. Around his waist was the belt holding the golden sheath with contained his ancient and powerful
sword. In this moment he was still unaware of the significance and the power he held while in this uniform. He was also still ignorant to the power
contained in the blade of his sword. He would soon find out. The time was drawing closer as his thoughts steadily raced.
When they were ready to begin the two ushers came to the main gate to escort him in. He had never been past the gate before and was curious to see the
temple from the inside. As they walked down the path he gazed at the pillars lining the road. Each one had a small golden statue of an owl on top of
them. As he rounded the curve in the road the giant obelisk came into view. Until now he had only heard his father speak of it. It had a brilliantly
shining golden capstone and had engravings from top to bottom. He was hoping he would soon learn of it's importance. After staring at the obelisk for
a minute, they made their way to the entryway to the temple. The temple was a large stone circular building. In the center was a large dome much like
the capitol building in Washington D.C. The entryway was at the end of a long corridor the came from the main structure to the courtyard where they
were standing. The door in front of him was solid gold with intricate patterns engraved on it's surface. As he opened the door he was filled with both
excitement and anxiety. There was no turning back now.
The hallway was dark. His escorts remained outside and told him he no longer needed them. When the door closed all light had escaped. He had never
seen such darkness before. He felt more alone in that moment than any before.
Yelled a deep voice from the other end of the hall. "Come no closer until you are ordered to do so. We will tell you when we
are ready to examine you. Until then do not move."
He stood there even more nervous than before. His heart was beating so loud it was the only noise he heard. The room became deathly silent and this
carried on for many minutes as he sat there wondering what was to come next.
BANG BANG BANG
A loud ominous sound rang out from the other end of the corridor. It was so loud it shook the floor beneath his feet. With each bang he felt the
vibrations throughout his body. The crystal around his neck buzzed against his chest. The corridor fell silent again for a moment only to be
interrupted by a blinding light shining from the other end. The light seemed to be focused right upon his face. It shone upon his face with intense
"Get down on your knees"
rang out a deep dark voice, the words echoing down the corridor. Lifting his sword with his hand so that it would not
touch the floor, he did as he was told. The light disappeared and the corridor again filled with darkness. As he sat there kneeling, his eyes
recovering from the blinding light. He noticed a trail of tiny lights on the floor had come on. The line seemed to be going straight to the other end
of the corridor. "Stand up, and follow the light to the end of the corridor."
beamed the voice. He began walking towards his fate. With each
step the level of anxiety is heightened. As he reaches what he believes is the end of the corridor a hand reaches out and grabs him by the chest.
"Don't move you little twit"
Snapped a different and angry voice. Immediately he was filled with fear. All of the sudden he was grabbed from
behind, his arms were restrained and a black hood was placed over his head. He heard what sounded like a large heavy metal door open and he was shoved
forward and fell to the floor inside the doorway.
Next he was picked up and sat down forcefully in a chair. His arms and legs were tied to the chair and he could not move. It took a moment for his
eyes to adjust when the hood was removed. As his eyesight adjusted he noticed that there were four men in the room. He did not recognize any of them.
One man was older, maybe 60 years old, Another was Latino with no hair, One was a Native American, and the last looked like a mobster and had a scar
on his left cheek "Do you swear that what you say and do here will forever be your secret?"
said the man with the scar. "Yes sir"
the boy. "Well, that's just not good enough for us son"
said the old man.
The Native American man and the Latino then grabbed his shoulders and pushed him backwards onto the floor. The mobster looking man then held his mouth
open. That's when the old man held up a bucket of water and began to pour it in his mouth. He kept the stream steady and flowing and easily choked the
young scared boy out. He continued this with two more buckets of water before having the men sit the boy back up.
The old man then got down into the boys face. He pulled a golden handled blade from his waist and pressed it into the boys crotch almost piercing his
trousers. He then asked him again. "Do you swear that what you see and do here will forever be your secret?"
"Yes sir" cried out the
boy still gasping for air and coughing the remaining water out of his lungs. "Good, because that's just a taste of what you will get if you ever
betray us. We don't kill our enemies, we keep them alive and torture them for pleasure, and if you choose to leave now it will be considered a
betrayal. You now belong to the society."
He had no choice. He could never turn away from this.
edit on 26/4/12 by usmc0311 because:
Altered title only