I'm Abe Wolfgang, an Electrical Engineer, writer, Father, husband, and full-time lover of story. I blog about those stories, how they impact us as humans, and why they are important. Occasionally I write my own as well.

Darker Now

Senator Carrington was not thrilled for his next appointment. His assistant had arranged it, of course, and the Senator had tried every possible way to get out of it, to no success. The man he was meeting was persistent, and had some kind of power over his assistant. He would have to review his choices.

The other thing that unsettled the Senator was the fact that he wasn't having this meeting in his office. Typically people came to him, but this man couldn't be bothered to. While it was true that the Senator would make house calls, it was only ever for the elite, the high-rolling, cash-rich benefactors that he was rather skilled in schmoozing. This man might be rich, but Carrington didn't expect to see a dime of his money when election year came around. No, this man was something else altogether.

He entered the house through a pair of large mahogany doors, and was greeted by the house staff.

"Senator Carrington to see Mr. Holden. I'm expected."

The butler bowed low and walked to the phone without a word. He said a few things into the old fashioned receiver and motioned Carrington to follow him.

They walked up the grand staircase, around a corner, and through another grand archway into a fully stocked and appointed library. Mr. Holden was sitting at a desk in the middle of the room, looking over stacks of books. He lifted his head and smiled when he saw the Senator enter.

"Senator, so very good of you to come," he said, "I honestly didn't expect you. I thought you might find that loophole you were looking for."

Carrington was stunned momentarily at how the man saw through him, then smiled. "Uh, no. I mean, I'm honored to be able to meet with you Mr. Holden. Just, perhaps a little confused at why you insisted on this meeting."

"I see," Holden said. He motioned for the Senator to enter the room. "Scotch? You're a scotch man, right?"

"Thank you, but I had better not. I have another meeting after this."

"Of, course." Holden poured himself a few fingers and sipped at the glass. "Please make yourself comfortable."

"If it's all the same to you, sir, I would rather stand," the Senator said. "No offense, but I am rather busy today."

Holden smiled and walked around the desk, leaning on the front of it. "You know what I've learned about you politicians, Senator?"

Carrington tapped his foot lightly, not liking where this conversation was headed.

"I've learned that most of you desire only one thing. Power. It's not about the money, the idealistic role of protector of the constitution, or social status, but power. You want control." He took another swig and set the glass back on the desk behind him.

Carrington glanced at his watch, "Where is this going, Mr. Holden?"

"Please, call me James."

"All right, James, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that for many of the political class, there is a simple and definable goal and incentive. However, this is not the case for you. I've found that charisma alone doesn't work with people like you, as it does your peers."

The Senator felt a little light-headed, and tried to control his breathing. He was conscious of his heartbeat quickening with James' words. It was true that he had values higher than just power over others. Sure it was a perk of the job, but it wasn't what drew him. He was the idealist, the champion of the people.

"Would you consider yourself to be a religious man, Senator?"

"What is this, Holden?" The Senator shot back.

"Ah, I see that you are. Well we have something in common then. You see, I believe in a higher power as well."

"I don't see what God has to do with any of this, Mr. Holden," said Carrington. James shuddered almost imperceptibly at the statement. "This is a waste of time."

"Perhaps not," James said, his voice booming, seeming to fill every crevasse in the room. His stature grew until it seemed that he was a few inches taller than the Senator. "I need your endorsement Senator."

"Endorsement?" The Senator laughed. "What, for President?"

James said nothing, wiping the amused look off of the Senator's face.

"You're serious," Carrington said. "No, I couldn't possibly endorse you, because I don't trust you Mr. Holden."

James smiled and picked his glass back up from the table, finishing the liquid inside and returning it to the liquor tray. "Perhaps I was unclear, Sir. I need the endorsement of all of the Senators."

"Perhaps, I'm not being clear, Mr. Holden," the Senator was yelling now. "You will not receive mine."

James sighed, "You call yourself a religious man, but I happen to know that you keep a mistress in D.C."

The Senator took a step backwards. "Are you blackmailing me?"

"No, Senator, this is much worse than blackmail," James said. The room seemed to grow dim as he spoke.

Carrington backed into an armchair and sat down, rubbing at his forehead. He let out a long breath of air. "I knew this day would come." He told himself every time he was with her that it was a bad idea, he just couldn't stop himself.

"And here we are," James said, the room growing ever darker.

"I'll give you your endorsement," the Senator said after a long pause. He looked out the window. It was so dark, a storm must be rolling in.

"You'll do me one better than that, Mr. Carrington," James said, the formality of his title now purposefully dropped.

Carrington looked up at the man to behold the source of the darkness around him. It was issuing from James like pitch black tendrils, coursing from his fingertips and around his back like wings, eating up the room and sending it into the abyss. Carrington jumped up from the chair, in a daze, eyes wide.

"You will be mine." James raised his hands towards the Senator, issuing forth the darkness.

It encompassed the Senator where he stood, blacking out all sight and sound. He tried to scream, felt the stress of his vocal cords, but no sound came. He tried to turn and run, but his body wouldn't respond. All he could do was fall to his knees.

So what can I say...

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