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~~What The Future Holds, Chapter 2~~
Vaughn's hands were clammy.
Celia started to gently trace his palms with her short fingers. Vaughn swallowed and watched her fingers map out the hidden meaning in his hands. Her nail polish was an ugly shade of light blue, which made Vaughn want to puke. "Why can't women stick to normal colors?" he thought.
"I don't like it much either," Celia said suddenly. "My friend picked out the color."
"Whoa!" Vaughn exclaimed, sharply pulling his hands back. "How did you know what I was thinking?" he asked, shocked.
"I'm a psychic, remember?" she grinned. "It's my job." Vaughn stared at her in disbelief, awestruck that she actually had talent. "It also wasn't that hard to decipher; you were looking at my hands and you looked disgusted," she explained.
Vaughn let out a huge sigh. "Ok Vaughn," he thought, "She's not really psychic, she just understood your expression. It's ok," he assured himself. Yeah, he was still a skeptic.
Celia reached across the table and grabbed his wrists, placing his hands back on either side of the crystal ball. She continued to trace his palms.
She pointed to a line in the middle of his palm. "You see this line?" she asked. "It's your lifeline." She traced the line across his palm from end to end. "It's long. You're going to live your fair share of years," she smiled.
"Well that's comforting," Vaughn thought, "At least I won't die on a mission or anything."
Celia kept tracing and rubbing his palms.
"You're going to experience your fair of stress as well. Are you starting a new job?" she asked slyly, as if she already knew the answer.
"Yes," Vaughn replied, "for the CIA. I start next week," he said proudly.
Celia nodded knowingly. "Let's move on to the crystal ball. I can decipher your future more clearly there," she said. When Celia said something, it was a command. Vaughn followed her orders.
Celia moved her hands gracefully from Vaughn's palms to the crystal ball. She rubbed it softly with her palms in a circular motion and gazed into it, waiting for it to reveal some hidden truth about the stranger's life that was seated before her.
"Let's continue along the line of work, shall we?" Celia offered, but it wasn't really a question. Vaughn knew that she was going to stay on that topic either way, so he agreed with a nod.
Celia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nostrils, as if trying to intoxicate herself with the crystal ball's prophecies.
"There is an inventor," she said slowly, her closed eyelids squinting. "One invention will bring destruction and one will bring peace," she stated. "It is up to you to conclude which one is which. It is not an easy choice," Celia warned.
Vaughn remained skeptical, but was beginning to get a little more into it. Hey, it was pretty good entertainment. "What if I make the wrong choice?" he asked curiously.
Celia opened her eyes. "Follow your heart, and the right choice shall prevail," she declared mystically.
"So I need to follow my heart? Does that mean I'm going to have a love life?" he asked, more enthusiastically than he had intended. His love life was pretty much nonexistent at the moment.
"As a matter of fact, your love life seems to parallel your work life," she answered. "Actually, they overlap."
"What does that mean?" Vaughn questioned.
"There is one woman. You will know her when you meet her. But choosing whether or not to be with her will take it's toll on you. You can only achieve her love after she achieves great loss," Celia foretold.
"Can you go on about that?" Vaughn asked hesitantly. For a self proclaimed skeptic, he was pretty intrigued now.
"No," she answered matter-of-factly.
"No?" he repeated. "Why not?"
"I cannot simply tell you your entire life's plan. The powers don't work that way," she explained calmly.
"Well you can't just leave me like that!" he shot back angrily. "This love interest of mine doesn't seem worth it. Just trying to decide about her takes a toll on me, and she has to suffer a great loss?"
"Whatever is forbidden is always worth it," Celia smiled. She winked at Vaughn before looking at her watch. "I'm sorry sir, your time is up," she said cheerfully and hastiliy. Vaughn opened his mouth in protest, but Celia cut him off before he could start. "If it's forbidden, it's worth it," she repeated firmly. Celia stood up and placed her hand on Vaughn's shoulder. "Remember that," she whispered.
Vaughn nodded silently. "Thank you," he said, standing up. He handed her some crisp bills and left the tiny room.
Weiss jumped up from his chair when he saw Vaughn emerge from the curtains. "What'd she say man?" he prodded eagerly.
"Basically that I have some tough choices to make in my life," he said, pondering Celia's predictions.
"Oh. Bummer," Weiss replied.
"But…whatever is forbidden will be worth it," Vaughn said, a smile working it's way up the corners of his mouth as Celia's words sank in.
"What does that mean?" Weiss asked. "Forbidden?" he repeated.
"Don't worry about it," Vaughn replied, absent-mindedly smiling off into space. He snapped out of it and slapped Weiss on the back. "Come on man, let's go," he said, ready for whatever the future might throw his way.
THE END
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~~What The Future Holds, Chapter 2~~
Vaughn's hands were clammy.
Celia started to gently trace his palms with her short fingers. Vaughn swallowed and watched her fingers map out the hidden meaning in his hands. Her nail polish was an ugly shade of light blue, which made Vaughn want to puke. "Why can't women stick to normal colors?" he thought.
"I don't like it much either," Celia said suddenly. "My friend picked out the color."
"Whoa!" Vaughn exclaimed, sharply pulling his hands back. "How did you know what I was thinking?" he asked, shocked.
"I'm a psychic, remember?" she grinned. "It's my job." Vaughn stared at her in disbelief, awestruck that she actually had talent. "It also wasn't that hard to decipher; you were looking at my hands and you looked disgusted," she explained.
Vaughn let out a huge sigh. "Ok Vaughn," he thought, "She's not really psychic, she just understood your expression. It's ok," he assured himself. Yeah, he was still a skeptic.
Celia reached across the table and grabbed his wrists, placing his hands back on either side of the crystal ball. She continued to trace his palms.
She pointed to a line in the middle of his palm. "You see this line?" she asked. "It's your lifeline." She traced the line across his palm from end to end. "It's long. You're going to live your fair share of years," she smiled.
"Well that's comforting," Vaughn thought, "At least I won't die on a mission or anything."
Celia kept tracing and rubbing his palms.
"You're going to experience your fair of stress as well. Are you starting a new job?" she asked slyly, as if she already knew the answer.
"Yes," Vaughn replied, "for the CIA. I start next week," he said proudly.
Celia nodded knowingly. "Let's move on to the crystal ball. I can decipher your future more clearly there," she said. When Celia said something, it was a command. Vaughn followed her orders.
Celia moved her hands gracefully from Vaughn's palms to the crystal ball. She rubbed it softly with her palms in a circular motion and gazed into it, waiting for it to reveal some hidden truth about the stranger's life that was seated before her.
"Let's continue along the line of work, shall we?" Celia offered, but it wasn't really a question. Vaughn knew that she was going to stay on that topic either way, so he agreed with a nod.
Celia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nostrils, as if trying to intoxicate herself with the crystal ball's prophecies.
"There is an inventor," she said slowly, her closed eyelids squinting. "One invention will bring destruction and one will bring peace," she stated. "It is up to you to conclude which one is which. It is not an easy choice," Celia warned.
Vaughn remained skeptical, but was beginning to get a little more into it. Hey, it was pretty good entertainment. "What if I make the wrong choice?" he asked curiously.
Celia opened her eyes. "Follow your heart, and the right choice shall prevail," she declared mystically.
"So I need to follow my heart? Does that mean I'm going to have a love life?" he asked, more enthusiastically than he had intended. His love life was pretty much nonexistent at the moment.
"As a matter of fact, your love life seems to parallel your work life," she answered. "Actually, they overlap."
"What does that mean?" Vaughn questioned.
"There is one woman. You will know her when you meet her. But choosing whether or not to be with her will take it's toll on you. You can only achieve her love after she achieves great loss," Celia foretold.
"Can you go on about that?" Vaughn asked hesitantly. For a self proclaimed skeptic, he was pretty intrigued now.
"No," she answered matter-of-factly.
"No?" he repeated. "Why not?"
"I cannot simply tell you your entire life's plan. The powers don't work that way," she explained calmly.
"Well you can't just leave me like that!" he shot back angrily. "This love interest of mine doesn't seem worth it. Just trying to decide about her takes a toll on me, and she has to suffer a great loss?"
"Whatever is forbidden is always worth it," Celia smiled. She winked at Vaughn before looking at her watch. "I'm sorry sir, your time is up," she said cheerfully and hastiliy. Vaughn opened his mouth in protest, but Celia cut him off before he could start. "If it's forbidden, it's worth it," she repeated firmly. Celia stood up and placed her hand on Vaughn's shoulder. "Remember that," she whispered.
Vaughn nodded silently. "Thank you," he said, standing up. He handed her some crisp bills and left the tiny room.
Weiss jumped up from his chair when he saw Vaughn emerge from the curtains. "What'd she say man?" he prodded eagerly.
"Basically that I have some tough choices to make in my life," he said, pondering Celia's predictions.
"Oh. Bummer," Weiss replied.
"But…whatever is forbidden will be worth it," Vaughn said, a smile working it's way up the corners of his mouth as Celia's words sank in.
"What does that mean?" Weiss asked. "Forbidden?" he repeated.
"Don't worry about it," Vaughn replied, absent-mindedly smiling off into space. He snapped out of it and slapped Weiss on the back. "Come on man, let's go," he said, ready for whatever the future might throw his way.
THE END