Chapter 2
Lola
After the gym, I decide to go home and wait for Reynolds to get back. I'm surfing the internet on my laptop for any sign of the rest of the Garde. So far I haven't found anything. I guess that is good because we are supposed to be keeping a low profile but still I wish for something, any sign that they are out there.
An hour later Reynolds came home. "So how was your meeting?" I ask him. "Great. I have another one tomorrow with her." "Her? You didn't say it was a her." I say. "Does it matter?" he asks. "I guess not." I say although I'm smiling at him. "What? I.. never mind. Anyway she is coming over here tomorrow for dinner so we will have to skip tomorrows training." Skip training again? I finally feel like I am getting stronger. Especially now with my new legacy. My Legacy! "Hey Reynolds. I have to show you something!" I say suddenly very excited. "What is it?" he asks tiredly. "Follow me." I say all smiles. I lead him outside to the lake and I feel the cold water. As I try to take a step on to the water Reynolds grabs my shoulder. "What are you doing? That water is freezing. It will turn you into an eightsicle." he says. "Just watch." Hesitating, I put one foot into the water. It goes right through. " I don't understand," I say. Why isn't my legacy working? Maybe I imagined it. No, the pain in my legs differ. It was really. "Um, Am I supposed to see something or...?" 'My new legacy. It isn't working. Earlier in the gym's pool I could walk on the water." I say. "New Legacy?! This is great Eight!" he says. "But it's not working." I say angrily. "You have to learn how to control it. Just like your teleporting. It took time." "Right." I say disappointingly.
The next day I spent running errands for Reynolds. I jogged down to the BridgePoint square that was 3 miles away. I wasn't even out of breath when I ran up to the grocery mart. I picked up everything on the list and then decided to go to Starbucks to get some coffee. When I walked into the shop I immediately felt that something was wrong. Cautiously, I walked up to the counter. "Hey buddy. You gonna order?" I hear. I was too caught up in my thoughts that I forgot to order. "Uh sorry. I'll have an iced mocha." While my drink was being made I looked around. Nothing seemed off. "Here ya go." the man said and he gave me my drink and I gave him a fist full of money. I sat down by the window and got on the computer. Then I felt eyes on me. I turned around and saw the guy who gave me my drink staring at me. I turned back to my computer and hoped she would stop looking. He didn't. Slowly I brought the iced mocha up to my mouth to drink it but it smelled weird. I opened up the lid to see that its red. I jump from my seat causing everyone to look at me. Blood?! I sprint through the door not bothering to pick up the groceries. Glancing back nervously I see that the man is still staring at me.
When I got back to the house I burst through the door and slam it shut behind me. "Hey! Is that you Alex?" I hear Reynolds call. Alex? Why is he calling me by my fake name? I walk into the kitchen and my question is answered. "Alex, this is Lola. Lola, this Alex." Reynolds says. "Nice to meet you Alex." says Lola. When I look at her eyes I'm shocked. They are just as dark and cold as the night. She gives me a wicked smile. "Hi." is all I manage say. There is a familiarity to her. I'm not usually one to judge but I instantly knew that she wasn't good. "Alex was just out running some errands for me. Uh, where is the food?" Reynolds asks. "Um about that. Can I talk to you? Alone." I say glancing at Lola. He nods then looks at Lola, "Could you excuse us for a moment?" "Of course." she says not taking her eyes off me. We walk into the living room far enough that I'm sure we are out of ear shot. "Look, I don't know what it is but I don't like her." I just blurt out. "Hey keep your voice down." he says looking at the kitchen door. "What do you mean you don't like her, you just met her!" "I'm not sure but I just feel like I can't trust her. She looks... familiar for some reason." I say. "Look, we can talk about her later. Now where are the groceries?" I begin to tell him but then we here a the phone ring in the kitchen. Reynolds rushes to the kitchen to see who it is. I know that he is not going to let this go but for now I decide not to tell him what happened at Starbucks.