[Judas]

Christophe Molyneuz Blanchard

Christophe footsteps slightly echoed into the empty hallway, he could hear the vibration from the movement hit off the walls and expand into the forecorners of the hallway, in truth he was feeling slightly bored, not as bored as you would think. He was in a curious mood but felt like he had seen everything that there is to offer in the mansion. The flooring has been the same everywhere he went (well besides his bedroom), the walls were the same as well, the vibrant red and cream stood out from the marble made tiles that were the surface, they matches perfect which gave the annoying feeling to Christophe, he likes things to be neat but this was slightly ridiculious.

Christophe's crystal blue eyes peeked through the eyelids, taking in every piece of light he could catch as he examined the room, as he walked but then something caught his light eyes, walkign towards a class window Christophe raised his eyebrow slightly as he saw what was out there...the Garden.
The Garden he could see....all the hedges...the roses..all the different flowers and trees. The bark of the trees showed out from the garden, the light colours of the roses did also...the reds, yellows...even oranges...they give the green filled area a hint of colour. This area spoke out for Christophe as he stared at it, his hands inches away from the glass windows but decided not to touch it, in fear of desicrating the clear window appearance.

The next thing that catch the eyes of Christophe was the Sun, it shine dso brightly in the cloudless sky it gave enough light to see every piece of land in the garden. "Le Soliel...c'est vraiement beau..." Christophe whispered in his language tongue, meaning, 'The Sun...It Is Truely Beautiful'. Christophe felt like he must get out of this house now! He wanted to explore the area more on the outside...but how does he get outside firstly...now that is the true question.

Seconds later Christophe went into action, looking to his left and to the right, seeing the same old thing a she saw earlier he then nodded a handle on the window, raising as eyebrow he decided to walk over to the handle. He examined it for a moment before realising that it was a door. He smiled but then ignored what the master said on the intercom and continued on with his work. Christophe touched the handle and watched a sit gently went down witht he force of his hand. Once the door was opened Christophe gave a small smile as he could smell the outside...flowers he could smell...all very light. That door must be one of those garden doors. Christophe went outside onto a gravel path and closed the glass door behind him. He smiled before he began to walk on the thick gravel, into the garden....he felt alone.