"We have some strong Magic Users who have talents in future seeing." He kissed the lobe of my ear. "But again, the closer to you I get the more potent your arousal is."
I sighed. "I'm not a Magic User. But I might as well join you out of my own free will opposed to being threatened and forced."
He let go of my body and smiled. "I would never hurt you, Shel. But I need you to understand how important you are to our survival."
*
We started walking in what seemed to be a very specific direction. After our discussion he turned on his heel and started to walk. He didn't stop to check if I was following him. I wasn't sure what to do, I could run the other direction or I could follow him. I did say that I was going to join him out of my own free will. To be honest, I didn't want to. Running away seemed like a smart idea...But he was just so desirable...
I followed him. I stayed behind him with my hand on the top of my wrench, but I followed him.
The quiet almost seemed deafening. He walked strongly ahead of me while I trialed behind him. His shoes made noises on the sidewalk and I wondered how he made it this long. The Changed would be able to hear him. I wore Convers because I could walk silently in them.
"Tell me more about this organization." I ran up beside him. He looked at me from the corner of his eye and smiled.
"My brother and I started the Building when my parents couldn't accept that my brother was gay. So we found an old factory and transformed it. My family comes from a long line of Magic Users that were supposed to hold back the Changed. But somehow, along the timeline, we stopped. It wasn't till the first wave that our past caught up with us."
"What are you saying? That the Changed and Magic Users have been around all along?" I looked ahead and thought to myself, what a pretty sunset. I wouldn't have thought that if I was by myself. I would have feared the darkness. Just standing next to Michael made me feel calmer...
"From what my family documents say, we've been around ever since God put us here. When Lucifer fell into hell the Changed were created. We were God's solution to the Changed issue. However, over time Magic Users were threatened enough by regular humans that we had to go into hiding—making our job much harder to do. And somehow, we just stopped."
I thought about what he said for a few minutes.
"I'm not in your family though. I didn't know who you were until 20 minutes ago. So, why do you keep calling me a Magic User?"
"Obviously God wouldn't create only one family of Magic Users. The reason why you don't belong to a Magic User family is probably because God is creating more. The more the Changed appear the more Magic Users appear. God is just trying to fix Earth."
"I don't believe there's a god." I said. "With everything that's happened I don't believe there's a god, because if he was so almighty and righteous none of this would have happened in the first place."
He sighed. We were back to walking quietly. He suddenly when stiff and brought his hands up to his face, in a fighting stance.
"At this point in my life I have to agree with you. Get your weapon Shel."
I pulled my wrench out of my loop and held it in front of me.
"I don't see or hear a Changed anywhere. Why are we on guard?" I whispered. I put myself behind him so that my back was safe, but so was his.
"It's not a changed that I'm worried about." His hands moved in front of his face as if he was dancing, but the rest of his body was still. I looked around us, searching for this threat, but I didn't see anything.
"Shel, on the count of three I want you to duck and roll over to that mailbox." I turned my head to the right and saw the rust red mailbox in question. Obviously Michael sensed something in the air that I couldn't.
"Kay," I whispered.
"One....Two....Three!"
I fell to my knees and rolled to my right towards the mailbox. Once I got there I stood and pointed my wrench where I once stood. I wasn't prepared for the scene I turned back to.
