Apocalyptic Love

Chapter 8: The Cooperation

Soon they were at a building that seemed to be covered in one-way glass. "What's here?" He asked, confused

The lady began to explain. "Well... us believers... we all know each other. We're like a community. If you go inside, you'll find who you're looking for." Elliott glanced at Michael unsurely before getting out of the car, looking up at the building.

Michael got out as well, turning back to the woman "you're not coming?" He asked, holding Elliott's hand. He didn't really understand what was going on, but he supposed he would know soon enough either way.

"Oh no, I don't think it would be right for me to come along. But you two go on ahead, you'll find what you're looking for." Elliott squeezed Michaels hand gently, sighing softly. There truly was no point in trying to figure this out ahead of time.

Michael nodded "thank you for all your help." He smiled and walked with Elliott to the doors, still rather confused as to what was going on. Something told him the top floor was where he needed to be, and so he went with Elliott to the elevator and pressed the button. He looked over to Elliott, placing a hand on his cheek and kissing him gently as they rode in the elevator. "How are you feeling my love?" He asked, curious to know what Elliott thought of all this

Elliott looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek gently. "I'm just... a little nervous, a little confused, but I'm okay," he said softly. A small smile spread on his lips as Michael kissed him again.

Michael nodded and smiled, bringing his hand up to his lips. "You have nothing to fear my love " he looked into his eyes. "I'm here." He promised. As the exited the elevator they were greeted by a woman with a disdainful look on her face. "I'm sorry, they aren't taking any appointments today." Though the woman said she was sorry, it was quite obvious she wasn't, and she was rather rude. "I think they'll change their minds when they realize who I am." Michael offered a tight, almost demeaning smile at her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes "that's what everyone says, don't think you're special " She said, standing. "Leave at once or I'll call security. " she sneered. Michael sighed and waved his hand over her face "we didn't have this conversation, you didn't see us walk in" he said to her, watching her sit back down with a confused daze before she continued to type as nothing had happened

Elliott raised an eyebrow, watching her go back to her seat with a confused expression on her face. He glanced back to Michael, a small smile growing on his face. "You know what you're doing?" he asked, stepping out of the elevator with him. "This is a weird place."

Michael smiled "babe I have no fucking clue what I'm doing" he laughed as he walked into the room to see two idiots snorting coke out of a giant bowl. He sighed softly and rubbed his forehead, wondering what in the fuck he was supposed to do with this.

Elliott almost began laughing on the spot at their haircuts, but they finally looked up and noticed them. "Whoa, whoa, who are you?" one of them spoke up. Elliott stepped to the side. "This is Michael Langdon, and I presume you two are believers of the black church?" he asked, noticing a few of the pentagram-like things littering their desk areas.

Michael looked at them. "I was told to come here, that you could bring someone very close to be back from the dead." He spoke with power, a regalness about his tone, nothing like when he spoke privately with Elliott. It was like a switch was flipped and he was antichrist Michael now, but with Elliott, he could be just Michael

Elliott watched Michael, a prideful feeling in his chest as he saw the way he looked when he spoke. "Uh, well..." one of them started. "I don't know about bringing someone BACK, but... we have our methods of creating people." He turned towards a computer, beginning to explain exactly what kind of machines they made.