"Tyler, you're late!" The Bishop said to me. I looked up confused at him. What just happened?

"Why am I here?" I asked, I was seriously just- wait where did I go... was that a dream. Was any of that real?

"Tyler... you're starting today. Today is when the real ritual happens" he said excitedly. I nodded solemnly. I'm not right for this. I can't do it. "Okay" I said.  Oh god why did I say that?

The Bishop went into my drawer and pulled out the red cloak. Shit. This is actually happening. 

He handed me the red cloak and was about to walk out of the room until I said something "Wait" he turned around to look at me "What's your real name?" I asked. He smiled and said "Keons, my name is Keons"

The cloak was itchy and the red was giving me a migraine. I walked out of the room to meet up with Keons. 

In the temple there were seats all facing the front. An intricate collection of lights was centered. Right under them was a table that with straps attached. Almost immediately i started to panic.

A hand put itself on my shoulder, the only thing I can compare it to was a vultures stare at its incoming victim. "You know what to do" Keons whispered. Unfortunately I did read the book and know what I need to do.

Each breathe hurt. It felt like knives were stabbing me from the inside, and nothing had even happened yet. Harsh breathes was all could do when each strap forced its rough material on my skin.

Keons brought a cup up to my lips. I eyed the cup dangerously, the clear liquid gave me the shivers. My lips slowly parted and the chlorine trickled down my throat. I let the vibe slide over me.

The strange thing was that I was lovin' what I'm tasting, poisonous vibrations swept through my body. An urge to run came over me. I can't do this. Keons put his hand on my shoulder whispering one thing "It's just a chemical"