Not Alone
1000 Words
The eight of us prepared to meet this new arrival. Branson, Wilbur, and myself all heading outside as the rest of them waited inside of the door, in case something went wrong. We had made sure there weren't any zombies around before we left the roof, but I kept my psychic eye open just to be safe. We stood at the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for her to reach us. All of us had our weapons drawn but not aimed up just yet. We wanted to be prepared but we didn't want to spook her. I could feel her getting closer like she was a storm sweeping in.
She stopped about ten feet from us, just staring. She was tiny, very tiny. I couldn't tell if she was a child or an adult. She was very pretty, a petite Hispanic girl. She had shoulder length black hair and light brown eyes. her nose was slightly large for her face, but not so much as to distract from her beauty. I could see tattoos peeking out of her sleeves and a handful of piercings scattered over her body. She had to at least be a teenager. She wasn't curvy but had a delicate grace about her and an air of strength. I could feel her presence tickling my skin as she stood before us.
"Who are you?" Branson asked her.
"My name is Marisol, I need shelter." She was very quiet but her voice traveled. Obviously raised in America as she had no trace of an accent.
"Are you alone? Where did you come from?" Branson wasn't just going to take her appearance at face value and decide she wasn't a threat. Smart man.
"I had a traveling companion but I lost her about two days ago. There was a mob of undead in New Mexico and I barely got out. I started off in Odessa, Texas." When she mentioned the mob I saw her pulling at her sleeve in a strange way. It was like alarm bells went off in my head.
"Pull up your sleeve." I said suddenly, causing everyone to look at me surprised. Branson must have realized I had good reason for the question because he backed me up.
"What are you hiding?" His voice was sharp. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment. Then her face hardened and she yanked up her sleeve. We all gasped as we saw multiple bite wounds running up her arm. I looked closely and realized that some of them showed signs of healing. I glanced up at her in absolute shock. Without thinking, I began to close the distance between us.
"Look, I'd really advise against this lady. Trying to hurt me isn't a good idea." She said, raising her hands up at me palms out. I ignored her and stopped just in front of her, trying to figure out why there was this buzzing in my entire body. I reached out to grab her arm and she slammed her palms into my chest, a bright light bursting forth from them.
It was like I had just taken a shot of adrenaline. I felt warmth flood throughout me and from somewhere deep within, I felt my power rise and meet hers. As our energies met, mine overtook hers and in the blink of an eye, her glow stopped and mine began to dim. I wasn't sure what just happened but one thing was for sure. She had just used Angel powers on me.
She jumped away from me with bewilderment.
"You're a Nephilim too?" She asked me in amazement.
"What's a Nephilim?" I asked her.
"Wait, you don't know? Hasn't your father come to see you yet? They said they found all of their children." She was making zero sense to me and my mind was whirling with questions.
"I don't know what you're talking about. How did you do that?"
"How did you take my energy and not know?" Our questions overlapped each other and as we both stopped our questions Branson butted in.
"Laura, Marisol, if what just happened is any proof, I think we're safe to head inside before we draw any attention from any special friends passing through. I don't think we need to worry about her being a threat." He was right. Without even thinking, I grabbed Marisol's hand and together we marched back into the school.
I went straight to the community room, knowing that everyone here was going to have questions for us both. I had so many questions for her. How did she control it? What did she mean about my father? My father wasn't an angel, he was a cop. It stirred up memories though. My dream that had led me here, when the man was speaking about my father. Levi's cryptic words. What was I missing?
"Soooo.... What the f**k just happened?" Scott was the first one to speak once everyone had congregated in the room.
"I think we're all wonderin that same damn thing." Jimmy piped in. "You good Laura?" He asked, a look of genuine concern on his face for a second.
"I'm fine. I actually feel fantastic." I replied.
"Which makes sense, since you just got a huge boost of energy." Marisol said this so casually.
"So, that's what it is? It's energy manipulation?" Scott was going full nerd right now, I could just see his brain going a mile a minute. "What other abilities do you have?" Scott began asking questions so fast that Marisol couldn't even answer him. I was about to yell at him to shut it but Branson beat me to it.
"Scott! Maybe let Marisol tell her story and we'll all get some questions answered." Scott stopped as Branson brought up an obviously good point.
"Alright. Well, I guess I should probably start at the beginning." Marisol started, she paused for what I'm sure was dramatic effect before continuing. "I think it's commonly known as Creation."
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