“Yes, it did. We will have to remember to feed her again before this dose runs out. I doubt she’ll be trusting enough a second time. I barely feel it from my small sip,” my mom adds.
Trusting for what?
“Listen Aly, we are going to show you around the facility now. So you can see your future home, okay?” My mom asks.
Oh! That sounds fun! I nod or at least try to but I’m not sure my head is moving.
“You can stop nodding now,” my mom says.
Oops, I guess I was doing it. I try to stand up and the world spins a little before righting itself.
“Here put this on,” my dad says, pushing a turtleneck sweater over my head. It’s itchy and hot but I don’t care. Why do they call it a turtleneck?
My mom and dad both grab an arm, supporting me as we leave the room.
They’re so nice, the best ever. The bestest ever ever ever.
“Glad you think so Hun,” my mom says and I jump a little.
Did I say that out loud?
“Yes, you may want to keep your thoughts to yourself,” my dad says.
I clamp my lips shut tight. Locking them up and throwing away the key. That was fun, I should lock more things up, so I can toss more keys away.
“Did we give her too much?” My mom asks.
“No, this is how it’s supposed to be,” my dad responds strong and confident.
We finally make it to the end of a long hallway to see a massive room. It’s full of people, hustling around like busy busy bees.
“They are busy, they’re searching for supernatural activity to send teams after. Their role is to monitor things from here to make our tactile teams more efficient.”
“Efficient at what?” I slur out trying to engage in conversation, I don’t want to be rude.
“Killing the other supernaturals of course,” my mom responds easily. She’s staring down at my arm with disdain. Is there something on my sweater?
It raises my hackles, there’s something wrong with that statement but the feeling floats away until I’m right as rain again. Rain rain rain, I should dance in the rain.
We start walking around the edge of the room until we go through a door on the other side. This room is packed full of weapons of all kinds. Every wall is covered in them from floor to ceiling. Pointy things everywhere.
“This is our cache of weapons. Honestly, it’s barely used since everyone has their own that they’re more comfortable with but it’s a good backup. You can never be too prepared when hunting monsters. Soon you’ll remember having been trained with everything in this room, once you decide which weapons you’re most comfortable with you’ll get your own.”
Sharp pointy things everywhere. I feel a twinge of fear then nothingness again. What would I have to be afraid of?
They grab my arms and pull me along again. I can’t take my eyes off of all the shiny weapons in the room, so I don’t see where we are going.
Once I can’t see them anymore I turn as we walk into a chamber, with seven seats up on a pedestal. The walls are stone carvings, ancient and intimidating, but I am still completely calm. Not a care in this world.
“This is the elder council’s chamber. They pass down knowledge to our people, make sure we are following our mission and rule over us. They have been informed of your… predicament and will help us resolve it,” my mom reveals.
“Predicament?” I ask, fumbling over the word. It’s such a long word.
Neither of them answer me but I don’t care. I don’t even know what I was asking. They lead me back to the bedroom. As we walk people stare at me but I’m not sure why.
They drop me off there before quickly leaving me alone once again.
Four
