COG 1 Raincheck, Babe

Posted: June 16, 2013 in magic bullet - Chronicles of Gregg
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Raincheck, I hate that word as much as I need to use it. Gregg a female officer stared into her reflection in the midnight mirror. Her cellphone lite up vibrating itself off the side of her bathroom sink. She caught it with her lightning fast reflexes only to see her on/off lover’s text flash “Raincheck babe”.

Babe” Gregg scoffed trying to tame her frizzed hair. She growled at her reflection as she attempted to flatten the nonconformists. Her deep hazel eyes reviewed her shelves of chemicals. “Natural is always better.”

Gregg flicked her wrist and produced a finely carved willow wand. The light wood spiraled around itself reaching a fine rounded tip. It was soft to the touch, oiled by her sweaty palms; a tiny Celtic knot and Aztecan symbols were carved delicately into its skin. She tapped the wand twice in the air, to shake off any prior uses before touching the tip of her nest with it. Her hair flattened, shined, and slowly curled out at the bottom. Gregg then eyed her lip and eye armor.

I guess I don’t need you seeing how now I’m not going out. Gregg flipped her wrist calling her wand back into her self. She turned her back resting her buttocks on the sink edge. She began to curl her hair around her fingers trying to plan her next move. She wanted to get her man back for his no-show and on Valentines day (Lupercalia) of all days. Sure her normal human man was off saving the word. Last week it was cooking at the homeless shelter in Oregan and now it’s the local veterans that need help. If Gregg could offer her other early 40 somethings any dating advice, it would be never to date an angel. He isn’t an angel yet and for the record don’t listen to those Catholics – no really. Angels aren’t ethereal beings created to aid God – that one male guy who seems to keep it all straight. No they’re souls – human souls that are in the process or about to move on. They are so perfect and nothing here in this realm can teach them to be any better, stronger or wiser. So you can see how Gregg finds them to be all too edible.

In her own high powered executive way she has some sick need to corrupt them. Keep them trapped here for a few more cycles. This may be why she has been here as long as she has.

Her guides whisper and warn her as she plans her evening of free love, a sex-tape or two, and the final coup de grace having a threesome with his mother.

That’ll get his attention, she marched over to her walk in closet. She has one outfit that repeated over twenty-five times. It was a sharp red blouse, deep blue blazer and matching pants. Her clear bright eyes never once flickered towards her more dangerous and sultry of wares. Her guides whispered. They tug her towards her mission, her passion, her purpose. The one reason she soul goes around and around again, to protect the living.

But I don’t wanna go in.” She whines as she reaches for her uniform. Her little brother appears in the corner of her eye. “Can I help you?” She asks without looking up.

You’re meeting someone new today.” Joe sat next to her on the bed. His crystal blue eyes glowed. She managed to loop her laces into bunny ears when they caught her eye. She had always wished she was born with those.

I meet someone new every time I go out.” Her bang-less shoulder-length black hair rolls over her cheek and begins to tickle her nose. She blows the locks away as she wrestled with her other navy blue sneaker. “You’re so handsome.” Joey rolls his eyes and mocks a raspberry with his lips. His dark freckles seemed to sparkle on his paper white skin. He was tall and lanky, not very muscular but his features were chiseled, pointy. He could cut glass with his jaw. Gregg hopped over to her dresser whilst securing her other foot. She onced over her appearance in the mirror. She had to twirl to confirm. Once she walked around all day with a staticly attached sock on the back of her thigh. To onlookers it looked more like a maxi-pad than a sock.

Are you worried?” Gregg opened up her witch’s cabinet and fondled her talismans and amulets. “Which one to help, which one to harm less?”

Maybe one to help you see.” He grinned.

Hannah is off. She is exploring her college years – why can you not haunt her.” Gregg found what she needed and began to tuck them onto her person.

Her college is paid for. She knows nothing of my ways – even though she has potential.” Joe shot her daggers as his eyes began to storm. A sore spot between the two has always been his daughter Hannah. She was born different, just has Gregg was but not as Joey had been. He had no abilities that had yet developed and had always been somewhat frightened by those that had. Gregg continued her normal life. She never invited over the wrong type of person.

Joseph. You did a wonderful perfect job. Hannah is a kind intelligent empathetic human being.”

But…” He bit his stunted thumbnail.

She’s old enough to make up her own mind and find her own way.” She buttoned the blazer.

Like you did.” Joey mocked. Gregg was drawn, led, practically forced to become what she was. That frightened Joe more. The fact that the universe does care and something invisible out there is actually playing a hand in our lives makes him feel the need to wretch. That and he never felt like it paid him any mind – ever.

Hey – handsome,” He turned to see his sister armored up for another long night of keeping the normals safe. His id wanted him to switch places with her. He had tried and Gregg was even kind enough to let him wear the suit. The blouse was a bit loose up top but the blazer fit nice. “Everything is going to be ok. You know this.”

I do,” he nodded “and it will.”

Gregg kissed her hand and showed it to him. Joe did the same. He watched his sister leave and slowly he faded invisible. He took his natural bodiless form. A translucent sphere he bopped through the door and followed her to work randomly checking in on Hannah. The greatest thing about not having a body – well there are way to many advantages to count really, is that time and space do not exist. He thinks about Hannah, he is there, watching her study even though everyone else is out drinking. He has to stay at least 3 feet away. She can sense him, and everytime he would wonder too close – she would burst into tears. So he floated near the ceiling over her roomates desk as far across the room as this allowed. Being dead was a funny thing for him. He didn’t miss his family or his friends. He new they would be OK because eventually they would pass just like him and return to the pool. There is only one emotion in this pool, and almost every man made created religion knows this solitary truth. The pool is pure, unbalanced, unconditional love. No other emotion exists – so therefore the dead can feel only what the pool is fueled by.

It hurt at first. Joey wanted to reject the emotion so used to the apathetic loathing of current human existence. His struggling poor life and then going home to find our true purpose is so simple. Mankind was never meant to rule itself – it can’t. Mankind controls, owns nothing – not even their temporary shells are theirs. They are a gift from the planet… which can be reclaimed. Joey smiled at his daughter. For a second she looked up at him. She held the same crystal blue eyes and the connected. She smiled. Joey brightened at the show of affection and for a second Hannah could see him. She saw her young father sitting on top of her roommates desk. Her mind too the knowledge of the soul’s sphere and painted his figure before her.

Miss you daddy.” As her tears began to fall Joey moved closer. She could smell him now. A strange air came with him, filled with electricity. He pushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She wanted to touch him. Tears began to fall and Joey blinked away. Back to Salem to look after his sister – who had done her best to look after him.

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