JasonI felt myself get pulled away as if a hand reached from across the galaxy and grabbed me by the back of the shirt. It’s all so fast that before my mind can process what’s happening I popped up in front of Shawn. His face says it all. He’s a strong muscular man, the kind you would avoid at a bar. His face was always serious and his dark black eyes were always in cased with dark circles from the lack of sleep. His bright blond hair was a mess and I swear there were streaks of red in them today. He was wearing a black skin tight shirt that accentuated his muscles showing most of his colorful tattoo on his arm.“How’d you get here?” As if answering his own question he immediately asks “Where is Astrid?”I quickly fill him in on what’s happening and what Astrid told me we needed to do. Shawn nods.“You’ll find Libby and Whisper around the corner, they should be done getting dressed now.” He tells me. They had just gone for a swim at the beach and I was thankfully catching them after i
Jason“Okay, I have given you guys enough time to feel sorry for yourselves. It’s time so take a breath and bury it back down. We need to be focused.” Although her words are cold her tone is compassionate. Astrid understands better than any of us what this feels like. She’s been through it so many times throughout the hundreds of years she has lived, she showed me it this afternoon. I forgot just how old she is, she doesn’t look or act it. “Shawn turn here. Park it at the airport. Use the valet.” She continues as we approach the exit to the airport. “Won’t there be guards at the airport?” I ask fear rising up in me again. I don’t want to be caught and made to endure torture for hours just ot see what my body can handle. I don’t want to spend years of my life locked in a cell.“Yes, which is why we are gonna act like nothing's wrong. Like we are just fine to be at the airport. We are gonna get down and go inside, but we are not getting on a plane.” She states.“Then why are we going t
Earlier that same dayI knew something was wrong. I could feel it. She didn’t have to tell me, I felt it with her all day, that impending sense of doom, that shit was going to hit the fan kind of feeling. I looked at Micheal, who had his earphones on, while listening to some rock music. His shaggy black hair was in his face covering his eyes as always. He was drumming along with his music, munching on his lip piercing. He was wearing a band teacher and ripped skinny jeans with checkered vans. His style had certainly changed over the years. You would think that living half a millenia would make us mature and boring, but we had to constantly keep up with the young adults. We were always around people in their 20s so that we could blend in better. “Something is wrong” I told him as I pulled an earphone out of his ear. He turned to look at me half mad, half confused. “What’s your problem man?” He huffed. “Something is wrong with Astrid.” I stated, further explaining. “And? So what? She
Lucas“We need to get to the airport. Pack your irreplaceable bag.” I told them as I went to my room to do the same. I grabbed all of Astrids and my old wedding rings, our photos and old documents. Including all the titles to the different houses and lands we own.We got in our fastest car and headed to the airport, which thankfully wasn’t too far from our house. I had all our passports ready. We got there pretty quick and of course security had increased. I walked up to the counter laughing with Tristan acting like we were going on a vacation. I laughed loudly, acting extremely excited, as we approached the counter. The woman at the counter had dark brown hair and glasses. She smiled at us as we came up to her. Her name tag read Vicky. “Hello there Vicky!” I said. “Good afternoon” She smiled back. “My brother and my friends and I are wanting to go on a spontaneous vacation. Where is the soonest flight heading to Vicky?” I asked, smili
AstridI am such an idiot! Of course they would cover it up. I should have killed them all. I thought by sparing them that they would spare everyone else. Of course they wouldn’t, I don’t know what I was thinking. How could they kill so many innocent people? This was all my fault. They were after me. I had so many emotions building up in me. Hatred, confusion, depression, but mostly guilt so much guilt. Monica was dead, Ruby was dead, so many of our friends. I had spent these last few years getting to know all these people on Barker street. We were all close to one another, and we looked out for each other. When it came down to it, I was selfish. I only warned Jason. I should have warned everyone. I should have set that stupid radar off and telepathically told everyone to run. I hate this so much! I don’t know what to do. I wanted desperately to turn back time, but the last time I did that things only turned out worse.I let Lucas hold me a while. His sce
“We are going through that one” I said pointing to the portal straight across from us. “This one should take us straight to Juan Carlos’s cellar.” I placed the portal there during the last specials civil war when we had first met Juan Carlos. He was a healer like us. He was a couple hundred years old. For the longest time he kept his young looking 22 year old face, but as time progressed he slowly started to age. He currently looks to be in his late 40s.Juan Carlos seemed to age a little more every time he died.The problem with healers like him is they don’t always come back to life. Eventually that death is their final death, as if they are in a video game with a set number of lives. A lot of times healers don’t know that they are able to come back to life until they die but not every healer is able to come back, so a lot of them don’t test it. We don’t really know how many more times Juan Carlos can die before he doesn’t come back, but we figure with the rate at which he’s aging tha
We left Juan Carlos' house and headed into the forest. We headed deep into the woods to be as secluded as possible. The plan was for Libby to hijack the broadcasting system back in the states to project my message to all tvs and cellphones. I would warn the humans but use a dual voice to instruct the specials. Dual voice was very convenient as Micheal discovered in the past wars. Humans can’t hear below a certain frequency, to them it will sound like a very slight silent hum. Specials are the only ones that will actually be able to hear the message. Humans were never able to discover how we communicated in the old wars, so I had no fear of them being able to intercept the message. “Okay I feel like this is a good enough spot.” I looked at Lucas, not helping the smile that appeared on my face as I looked at his handsome face. “Can you please materialize the camera for Libby to hijack and some lights?” I asked him. He smiled back and held his hands out having the camera materialize in
Lucas placed his hand on my shoulder giving it a tight squeeze. His touch would always help calm me. I took a deep breath and placed my hand over his, looking up at his beautiful golden eyes. He leaned down and kissed my forehead again. “You did great.” He said comforting my nerves, calming the anger that had bubbled to the surface. A small smile crept on my face at his words.“Thank you.” I squeezed his hand in response. “All right guys. We have about an hour till 8. I need to create a new portal right where we are. I don’t think Juan Carlos would be pleased if I let a bunch of strange specials filter through his house.” I made a mental note to make sure to go back to his house to get rid of the portal there before 8. “Lucas, I need you to materialize whatever Libby needs in order to hack the radars. Tristan please provide whatever electricity they need.” I started barking orders. “Shawn, you and Micheal get together and decide which military bases we should hit first. Which are th