Chapter Twelve
Melathiah G. Cutteridge died on July 12. He was buried on July 13 next to his wife, Jolesia N. Cutteridge in London, England.
I knew since the day he died that I would be in control of everything he once owned.
But why me? Why not Elvira? Or Jeremiah? Or even Josiah or Elijah? Why of everyone else did it have to be me? The newcomer. The one that barely knew everyone's name. I loved everyone in the cave even if they were creepy. They were all my friends and my brothers and sisters…or I should say sister. There were still questions I had for them all. Now I was stuck as being the leader. What would I do?
Even though having Melathiah gone was hard and sad, Elijah still insisted that I went on a date with him the night Melathiah died.
I went with him on the date but I didn't really want to go.
I had so much to think about.
I needed space.
Elijah was nice and we did the same things that me and Josiah did on our date.
Elijah did lose his temper once with me when we were arguing about which flavor of ice cream was better.
He thought chocolate caramel with extra chocolate syrup and nuts was the best ice cream.
I though chocolate brownie was by far the best ice cream.
He lost his temper and threw a plastic fork across the room.
Control freak much?
I felt sorry for Josiah for having to put up with Elijah's behavior.
Though Elijah apologized I still didn't care for him much.
So far I loved Josiah more.
Several weeks passed by and nothing changed.
No one barely spoke to one another, time passed slowly, we all wanted to die, and we were all depressed.
Each day I would walk out to the main room too see if anyone was swimming or playing a game.
Each day, I found no one there except Elijah and Josiah sitting in their thrones fifty feet up in the air.
They never moved an inch.
I thought they were dead.
Finally, one morning I woke up and looked outside our one small window opening in the big room.
It was sunny and beautiful out in the mortal world.
I went to the main room and decided it was time to live life again.
"Attention! Can I have everyone here in this room please?" I yelled.
Everyone walked into the main room
I noticed Elijah and Josiah moved to look down upon us.
"We should go outside in the real world. Get some fresh air, have some fun, we need to get out of here and do something," I said.
Elvira smiled.
"About time someone decided to say something," she said.
Josiah and Elijah jumped down and landed on their feet and one hand.
"Yeah well, there's not much to do here in Zylphia ya know," said Elijah.
He was right. Zylphia was a very small suburbian town inside London.
There wasn't much to do.
"Well, we'll go outside anyways," I insisted.
So, everyone was able to fit inside the glass platform elevator thing and we were taken outside into the real world.
"I hope no one sees us," said Elvira.
"We'll be fine," I said.
Already, I noticed Elijah, Josiah, and Jeremiah looking a little more relaxed.
"Finally out of that cave. It's been countless years," said Josiah.
Just then, we saw a cop walk over to us.
"Hey, why you weirdo's dressed so awkward? You terrorists?" he asked.
"No. We are citizens here," I said.
"I need to see photo I.D.'s," he said.
I nervously took out my Drivers License and showed it to him.
Everyone else did the same.
"1924?" he asked when he saw Ephraim's I.D.
"Yeah, it's a long story," he said.
Oh crap.
The cop looked at everyone else's I.D.
"1842?" he questioned at Josiah's I.D.
"Who are you people?" he asked.
"We are The Seven Saviors. We are citizens everywhere in the world. We go where we want, we do what we want. We don't die until the magic kills us all," I answered.
"What are you immortals?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Elvira.
The cop shook his head.
"You kids need to grow up," he said, walking away.
That was close.
"Maybe we should go back home," said Elvira.
"Yeah. Let's go," I said.
We didn't realize that the cops were following us as we walked inside the hotel and got onto our elevator.
We didn't notice until a cop shot a bullet at us as we got into the elevator.
The bullet hit Rufus in the arm.
He flinched, but didn't seem to care.
"Go, go, go!" I yelled, forcing the elevator to go down.
The cops were attempting to run into the elevator, but the door closed and the black smoke released right when they got near us.
We won, for now.