The Lies They Told Us About Balance

XV

My head was aching now, bad. I was trying to place his words in my brain but I was feeling anxious. He was tapping around the bush, and I was allowing him to do so, because I was so engrossed in his story. He knew what I was interested in, he knew I was scared for my life and my kids, so why was he being so mysterious?

The way he described himself, the way he described Gods was not a standard. I could see a point to what he was saying, but how could I trust it to be true?

Every big Messias had an awful end, and they did serve a purpose whilst they were alive, they lost their lives for that purpose , but their accomplishments remained a mark, either if they were Gods or special humans. Every religious belief was based on something or someone that has strongly proved their worth to be heard and seen. Like he said, those leaders would rise from the people in a very difficult time and they would guide the minorities to overcome the darkness.

- "I believe I understand what you're saying, but what does it have to do with me?" - I ask.

- "Commodores are special, but there's an even more special kind of human. Once in a while, a human is born with an extra division in its brain. That division it's meant for us." - I grow impacient with his words, not for what he's saying but for what he's hiding. But I also notice his standing capacities are becoming more and more fragile.

- "Why do you seem so weak? Is that body already going to die?"

- "No, but I've been here for too long, messing with the time pause." - He explains taking his hands to the puff of smoke above my coffee, that moves according to his hands but nothing else.

- "Then don't. You're safe here." - I say.

A glow appears in his eyes, not like a supernatural kind of glow, just a slight extra gloss, and everything seems to come back to normal, even the coffee twirls a little. As if a breath of life filled his lungs, he straightened up and looked stronger.

- "Is there a specific reason for you to stop the time whenever you show up? How do you even do that?" - I ask him.

- "It is easier to have my way with what I want with all the discretion attached. Imagine what would be like if, like you, a dozen more people would've seen me..." - by now, he's moving around the kitchen, touching everything he comes across with. - "The time lapse at my disposal it's short and local, something I learnt to control with age."

- "So, that's how you control your apparitions, the ones of your kind?"

- "Not all of us. Like I said I learnt this over the years, since I was lucky enough to find a few commodores, those who haven't would need to use other methods. Invisibility it's one of the easiest camouflage. Of course, It drains the body faster, so I use it as a last resource."

I was done with trying to get something out of him by following his rules. I needed my answers, the urgent ones.

- "Before we met, you met my kids, why?"

- "You're growing impacient. I can feel your nerves, you know?" - he smirks again whilst grabbing the sugar jar. - "Like I said before, once in a while a different kind of human shows up. The kind that's meant to change everything."

- "I know that, special brain. Jump ahead."

- "With all that's been happening for the past few years, those humans are showing up more and more, some are meant to do good things, some are not. They can be defined as deliveres." - he opens the jar and stuffs his hand inside of it, taking a full hand of it to his mouth. - "Most of them have already been occupied."

I feel my blood drying in my veins. I know where this is going.

- "Imagine my surprise when I find three of them, two of them untouched."

- "Two of them?" - I ask confused.

- "Your girls have an available hosting spot." - he goes for the sugar again. - "You are a different story."

- "What do you mean?"

- "Why do you think you were able to find out my name? Let me ask you a different set of questions, have you ever hurt yourself really bad? Have your kids?" - I think about what he's saying and realisation hits me like a slap on the face. - "Every time your acting upon something you have these perspectives where you can foresee that a bad thing happens. That's not a coincidence, that's a guest. And he is keeping you safe. All of you."

If the whole story he's telling me it's true than it does make sense that something wants us alive and capable. But could it be? Could I be hosting one of his kind? How could I have missed it?

- "But how? I've never had these encounters, I never felt anything out of the ordinary..."

- "The one residing within you it's not your average guest. Like you, he's very special." - by now, he's done with the sugar and looks for something else inside the fridge. His freedom to roam around my house it's just annoying. - "He's been out of reach for a long time, his sensibility it's coveted for many. He can form a bridge with the host."

- "Like what he's been doing, sending me these visions to prevent me from getting us hurt?"

- "Better than that, he can actually talk to you." - I am dumbfounded for a second, since never have I ever been reached by anyone. - "My only question Is, why hasn't he done that with you?"