The Circle

by Jacob DeSpencer

Dieter felt stiff. He thought of the life he might live. No home, living in the

  shadows, getting shot at. It excited him so he gave his hand to the man. With a swift cut

  red began pooling in Dieters trembling hands. All of the seven Robed individuals put a

  finger from their right finger into the red shimmering pool. They then simultaneously

  dragged the finger across scars on there left. All of the scars were similar and Dieter

  thought he too would have that scare on his hand.. After a few moments of silence

  Chetyre spoke “Sem you know what to do.” With this Sem, Pyat and a third Women left

  leaving only men in the warm June air. After a second or two Chetyre turned his Attention Back to Dieter. “Please remove your clothes MR. Dieter” This disturbed Dieter

  but not wanting loose his chances at joining the circle he did as he was told. “Everything

  MR Dieter.” this experience introduced an emotion Dieter hadn’t felt for 9 years, shame.

  Before he could say anything a robe was presented to him not of black as all the others

  but of dull red. Dieter put it on with a feeling of pride “Welcome to the circle. You are

  now Iakov Knigi. Nevermore will Dieter Volsky exist. Do you under stand?” “yes” with

  this Odin leaves in the direction the women left in Minutes earlier and the remaining four

  members circle him, Chetyre facing him and the other three behind and on either side of

  him. “You renounce Catholicism?” asked Chetyre. Dieter nodded “you with to harm help

  destroy this country’s government” said the voice to his left “or dye trying” came a vioce

  to his right. “yes” Dieter said strongly. Suddenly there is a sharp prick in Dieters neck

  and within seconds the world falls away. The last thing Dieter sees is Chetyre’s eyes

  looking down on him with a cold smile.

  When Dieter awoke the first thing he noticed was the smell. Urine and decay.

  Ungodly and disgusting. He opened his eyes to find himself underground and tied in a

  chair. The room was large, chipping paint. Above him was a balcony were the circle

  stood, staring. “Iakov Knigi, you have been accused of being a witch possessed by the

  devil himself” Dieter’s head was spinning fishing for a way to comprehend this scene

  “My names Die…” the voice cut him off “as the gods messengers we will protect his new

  kingdom our country!” all seven of them laughed echoing off the walls. “you’re all

  fucking crazy!!!” screamed Dieter, losing control of his own mind “we are merely serving

  god. You are crazy.” In all of the panic Dieter notice two robes are gone from the group.

  “Do you admit you are a filthy witch or not?” A different voice this time it is Sem.

  “well?” “No let me go I’m not a witch” Sem began to grow angrier “Well then we have a

  test for DIRT like you if you survive you’re the devils advocate if not … well…” “no…

  let me. Go you crazy… BITCH…” “Heh” A blur of motion and some screaming and

  there is cut wire wrapped around Dieter’s wrists. “you have one last chance. Admit

  you’re a witch and we can help you” Dieter gave her the finger as he tries to get free

  “This is 2004 how can you do this you monsters!!!” “very well. Go ahead.” Sem and Odin walk out of the room. Chetyre turned towards a metal box on the wall, opens it and

  pulls a lever. Instantly a thrust of electricity flowing through him. With the life leaving

  him he remembers his photo left in his pants, alone to travel with the wind. “Maybe” he

  thought, The life running out of him, “Maybe that’s all I ever wanted to do.”