Chapter Seven
He was sitting in the common room staring at the fire when Pandora walked in and sat next to him; his eyes were so focused on the flames that he didn't hear Pandora sit next to him.
"Are you ok?" Pandora asked making John jump. She suddenly realized, when she looked at his face, that he had been crying and still was.
"I thought you were dead," John said in a strained voice. "You were dead and then by one simple kiss you were..are alive. It's not something one human can comprehend."
"I understand," Pandora said as John shot her a look.
"How can you possibly understand?"
"I witnessed it," Pandora said quietly and the room suddenly became tense.
"What do you mean?" John asked sounding concerned.
"My brother always had the gift," Pandora said while John looked confused, "you know how the mafia hit men kiss their victims before they kill them? It's called The Kiss of Death. My brother has a similar gift, only when he uses it it kills within minutes. When he was younger it would happen every so often, but as he got older his 'gift' became more powerful and more deadly; he was twenty when he killed his first person and it was by a whisper. She fell to the ground, grabbing her throat, and within three minutes she looked like she hadn't eaten in years and the life disappeared from her eyes; my brother looked at her and felt nothing. From that moment on, I knew there was a darker side to him. Throughout the years, he changed so many times that I don't even know him anymore; he is not my brother, but my real brother is in there somewhere."
"So how did I bring you back to life?" John asked getting the conversation back on topic.
"That I can answer," came a voice as they looked behind them and saw themselves staring at a child dressed in a white gleaming dress with a gold ribbon tied below her non-existent bust line, her feet were bare, her skin was a glowing olive color, her brown short curly hair hung above her earlobes, her big brown eyes looked innocent, but deadly at the same time, and her smile lit the room with joy.
"What are you doing here?" Pandora asked standing up and bowing.
"Don't bow," the child said, "I hate when people do that. Anyway, I can answer your question. It's called The Kiss of Life."
"So original," John said as Pandora snickered.
"Tell me about it," the child said rolling her eyes, "I've applied to have it changed, but they keep ignoring me. Okay, back on topic. The Kiss of Life is a rare gift that only a few people have and the last time I checked you are the very last person to have the gift. That is still alive."
"Are you sure?" Pandora asked looking confused, "I thought that guy had the power."
"The last person to have the power was Eric," the child answered and John suddenly noticed that Pandora's face fell, as if Eric was some sort of lover. "Eric passed his power onto John. That's why John has been having those dreams."
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed and John's face turned red from embarrassment; he never meant for Pandora to know about the dreams he was having, he just thought they were dreams. He had no idea that those dreams were relevant to anything.
"Why didn't you tell me about these dreams?" Pandora asked him and suddenly John got defensive.
"I didn't know it meant anything," John said turning to the child, "So these dreams...are they memories?"
"Yes they are," the child said and Pandora inhaled sharply. "But they are unique dreams. The dreams you are having aren't just dreams. It is the future."
