Julian- United Human Faction- Night 49
Julian felt like he was leading a child into the Memorial Tower. Richard was amazed by everything. The Faction Flags, the bright white and red of the desks and offices, even a simple adjustment of the mask brought gasps of joy from the disturbed man. Part of Julian wanted to end the parade, but without the theatrics, he could never bring the events of the night to the same scale. Richard already saw the mask as a holy image. He couldn't imagine wearing so holy an item himself, but that would change.
“Julian, where are we going?” Richard finally managed to ask.
“The proper time,” replied the Masked Man.
Richard nodded and lowered his chin. Julian was both ashamed and disgusted by the display. He was becoming the creature he had set out to kill, but the urge to continue was too strong. He led Richard into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor.
“We’re entering the stronghold,” he said, his voice becoming a growl not unlike that of the voice-changers Sharon had recommended.
Richard continued to walk in single file behind Julian until they reached the door to the mock server room. Paul managed the real servers in their hotel, but his friend's messy pad couldn’t produce any aura of power. Even Karen couldn’t make a real computer look foreboding, but Julian could stand in the center of this room and fulfill even Richard’s expectations.
“Appearances are everything,” Karen had told him once. “If you don’t look the part, no one will believe you when you tell them who you are.”
Julian turned on his heels, directing the oppressive attention of the mask onto the small man in the doorway.
“Welcome to the heart of the revolution.”
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