The hallways were long. The pale cement was so cold to me. Seemed as if souls had been sucked into it's icy grip. Dark doors in uniformed positions gave an erie pattern, hair-raising to even the worst of sinners. Each door was decorated with a silver plate and a small serial number embedded within. The handles were of fauct silver, giving off the faintest glitter from the ceiling lights. Only a small slit was the way to see within the rooms but even those were dark. Heels clicked silently upon the sterile tile floor. Bangs of the far distance were the only other noise echoeing upon the corridor.
As we made our turn to the right, a light freshly came across absent shadows. Beyond the empty door was darkness, no light, even from the florescents. It looked like night had come within the structure. By the open door a man with a contrasted black suit stood lean and firm, as I and others passed he held no emotion, no smile, no words. He was as empty as the rest of the enviroment. Just staring out.
The room he seemed to guard was more homely. A navy blue carpet showed no evidence of it's past, no stains no ware, completely spotless. Six rows fell to the back of the room, the chairs as pastless as the carpet. In front was an elderly gentlemen leaning upon a podium. He's gaze watched as people filled the seats. He slid his glass back upon his roman-nose. I had counted him doing it maybe 5 times before I reached a comfprtable point within a seat. I had first row, middle seat. An ideal spot for such a lecture. When the last person sat, the gentlemen stood up perfectly straight. He was far taller than he actually seemed.
