reflexes, and with enough distance from a shooter, we can dodge
bullets, well, that is if we know a bullet is about to head our way. Because of
these supernatural abilities, we are able to avoid knife blades, steer clear of
punches and simply disappear in a flash. This is why we are selected to run
errands; not only can we run, we are our own security force and are not good
people to be cornered.”
I had to admit this description
sounded pretty good. I asked, “What kind of errands are you talking about?”
“Other clans employ us to deliver
goods and messages that are too high profile to be trusted to standard delivery
services. Even governments have used Runners for top secret assignments. In
fact, during the Civil War, many orders were delivered by our clan.”
“Civil War? These powers have been
around that long?”
“Longer, Calli, since the ancient Egyptian
times.”
“Well, how did they stay hidden? Why
hasn’t the rest of the world picked up on them?”
“The world did pick up on
them. Think about big blockbuster movies and best-selling fiction books. Consider
the subject matter for the fantasy/science fiction titles and you’ll recognize
the existence of these powers and abilities have always been. Even historical
fiction exposed these elements. The clans have endeavored to fictionalize the
powers throughout history because regular people function better when they
think these powers are fantasy.”
“What about Vampires and
Werewolves?”
“They existed at one time, but not
in the way you’ve learned about through fiction and movies.”
“This is too much for my mind to
handle. The next thing you’re going to tell me is there used to be dragons,
fairies and leprechauns.”
“Well, I don’t know about fairies
and leprechauns, but dragons very much existed.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course they
did. And you know this because of all the scientific evidence that exists in
the world today?”
“No, I know this because I use
powdered dragon bone in some of my recipes. There are no bones remaining for
science to study. Anyway, Calli, try not to let all this information overwhelm
you. Focus on this: our Seer ‘saw’ you four weeks and two days ago. His
vision revealed your powers would emerge at a high school track meet. I was
there to collect you, to keep you alive. Once you learn how to protect
yourself, and if you so desire, you can return home. But leaving too soon, without
the knowledge we can give you here, would be disastrous.”
I bent forward and put my head in
my hands. This couldn’t be happening. I definitely recognized a strange
occurrence in my body at the track meet, but was it possible I had some kind of
a superhuman power? Her description almost made sense in my mind, but I couldn’t
help but think this was all a joke. Yet, I had felt the impulses she spoke of,
I knew what she meant because I’d experienced it firsthand. Unless … unless I
was caught up in some kind of a hypnotic session in which my mind was being
toyed with to think this was real? Yes, that would be more realistic. My mother
used hypnotherapy to help people in her clinic, and this woman might be using
the same on me with evil purposes.
A knock on the office door pulled
me out of heavy contemplation. I looked over at the half windowed door to see
the profile of an extremely handsome guy. Not that it was out of the ordinary
to see a good looking guy at this crazy-house compound, everyone was off the
charts hot! But this guy was much more than handsome or good looking, he was
ultimate masculinity, a walking euphoria, and the total embodiment of every
girl’s dreams; of my dreams.
“Come,” Mrs. Winter answered and
the perfect specimen of manhood entered the room. He walked with a purpose
straight to her desk without even acknowledging my presence. From my vantage
point I again admired his commanding profile and realized I’d forgotten to
breathe. He wore a uniform that was more like a jogging outfit
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