"Alright so these creeps are only recognizable by our creep satellite and their eyes right?" Again nodding. "So why not track all of them and kill them?" Luke, still the grumpy one, looked a bit annoyed by that question. "First of all, you can't exactly asked the whole world population to stand in a line while we stare them in their eyes. And second, colored contact lenses." he said this in a very slow voice like talking to a child. I didn't like it. I didn't like him. Cheer up grumpy. But he did have a point. Two of them actually. Contact lenses, who would have thought something so human would help something evil. Evil..

"So.. why are they evil?" I asked them. "Well first of all, half of the unsolved crimes are done by them. Second, they are spirit sucking creeps, as you say so well." John smiled at that last bit. "Spirit sucking.. sorry what?" "They live of the humans spirit. Their essence, their souls, aura's. Different names, same things. You get it. Sometimes they take a lot at one time. Those humans sometimes die, sometimes they go mad, sometimes they end up in the hospital in a coma, depends on the human. But that's just when they get greedy. They don't need that much. They get enough by just living among humans. They absorb it. And by taking little by little, they make the humans evil. Violence and greed and all those things are inside humans but they also have the best restrain. But by sucking away their spirit, humans become more evil. Look around you. Killing, war, the humans are changing. The ice eyed really worked hard this last century. That's why they need to be stopped. We're losing this battle. But more ice eyed means more of us being awakened. So our numbers are getting better too. It's a very evenly matched battle."

"Why did his eyes change color? Why are mine?" We had been in the classroom for over an hour now, but I still had questions. If I was going to do this, I wanted to know everything. The problem is I kinda already decided I was going to do it, and I'm not sure if that is wise. It felt like in a movie where you see this girl walk into an empty room and you go "DON'T GO IN THERE!", but she's oblivious and walks in anyway and dies. I should probably walk away or call them crazy, but it felt right. I never knew what I was going to be, I never knew what I wanted. It always felt like I was waiting for something to happen. And now it did. Maybe it was just who, or what, I was that decided for me. Maybe it was the fantasy lover in me who craved this new adventure. I don't know but I knew in that moment I wasn't going to be a history expert when I "grew up".

"It's kind of like a victory stamp. The eyes. When they get send back to the underworld they.." "Wait," I interrupted Paul, who was now taking his turn to talk. "There is an underworld?" "Of course there is." Grumpy said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sat down 10 minutes ago, basically ignoring the rest of us. When he sighed, again, I almost told him to go lick things but I decided that wasn't a great idea. "Yes," Paul said, ignoring grumpy. "That's where they live, when they achieve something big they get send to the human world as a reward. To be able to live here, they have to suck the human spirit. You know that part. Well, when you kill them they are send back to that place. They can return to the human world but usually they don't. Being killed by one of us is something to be ashamed of there. And down there, their eyes will show who their killer was. Your victory stamp. But with your every kill, you will absorb a bit of them. It will make you stronger but it will also change your eyes. They will get lighter, and more blue, with every kill. Which is why we all have blue eyes. They will never be as blue as the ice eyed though. And every one you kill will have your original color, in your case green." I didn't like this. My eyes aren't beautiful, especially not in comparison to those blue ones. But they are my eyes and I would like to keep them. And me not being able to keep them is bad enough but the ice eyed, they get them? That's just seems cruel.

"I think.. my head is full." I have heard so much today. So much to process. I felt excited but I didn't know how I felt about feeling excited. I didn't know what my next step was going to be and I just wanted to go home. I'm pretty sure grumpy, and yes I am sticking to that name, fell asleep. July was looking in a mirror, for the third time, to check her eyeliner. Paul and John were pretty much the only one paying attention, even though I caught John checking twice in the windows if his hair was still ok. They were still standing by the door but not In a "you can't go out" kinda way, but in a "we're tired and this is the closest to home we can get"-way.

"Can I go home?" I asked to nobody in particular. "Good idea, give me your phone so I can give you our numbers." July said. While she was putting in the numbers I checked my watch. Crap. I had to be at work in an hour. Well, going on no sleep tonight. Honestly, if I was fast I probably could sleep before my hours were up. Paul said they would give me the weekend to process everything and we would talk monday at school. When I asked where we would meet they answered that they would find me. Yeah, not creepy at all guys. July touched my hand when we said goodbye and I suddenly felt like everything was going to be alright. I realized what it was and didn't like it. No sense-magic on fellow, um.. one of us? That should be a rule. Also, I can't believe they don't have a name. Paul patted my back and John gave me this smile that I'm sure a lot of 14 year olds would faint for. Grumpy just didn't say anything. Fine with me. I decided that if I also got his number, I would get grumpy's picture in my phone by his name.