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Chapter 7 - Cool
"So…Leviathans, eh? Baddies from Purgatory. Bleed black goo. Plan on using earth as their own personal diner menu. Can kill angels!" Krysta paced back and forth in the waiting room she and Kevin were locked in as she muttered to herself. She let out a shaky breath and ran her hands through her hair. This was too big.
Kevin gaped at Sam. Things had to be seriously bad for him to freak out.
"Uh, Sam?" he spoke tentatively. "You alright?"
Krysta continued to pace, not even hearing him.
"Come on, Krysta," she murmured, "get ahold of yourself! You can figure something out. For God's sake, you're half angel! Well…your body is…which you aren't in at the moment… But so what? You're still a hunter! You can do this!"
Plopping herself down onto the floor, Krysta moaned. "I miss my body."
Kevin breathing quickened. He watched as Sam sat motionless on the floor, his head in his hands. 'Or should I even call him that?' he wondered.
"Sam" may have been speaking quietly to himself, but the room was small.
And Kevin heard every word.
"OW!"
Sam landed on a gravel path on his behind. Hard. Getting to his feet, he scowled, rubbing at his sore bottom. He stopped almost instantaneously and blushed a deep crimson upon realizing what he was doing—and whose body he was in.
"How did I—"
His eyes widened as the realization dawned on him. He just teleported—flashed? Whatever they called it—somewhere! The question was where.
Looking around, Sam found himself surrounded by trees. He was somewhere deep in the woods of…well, he still didn't know where. Glancing down at the path, he chose to follow it.
About ten minutes later, Sam found himself at the door of a small cabin. Taking a quick glance around, he tried the handle and found it locked.
"Of course," he scoffed.
'Hang on,' a little voice in his head said. He looked at the small, sliver key in his hand.
'No way…'
Sam placed the key in the lock and turned. There was a faint click before something that looked like a bizarre pair of binoculars swung from an over-head hatch.
"Retinal-scan requested," chirped a recorded, female voice.
He let out a low whistle. "Geez, Krysta," he murmured, "high-tech much?"
Sam leaned forward and allowed his—Krysta's—eyes to be scanned with a green light.
"Retinal-scan accepted," the voice said as the door swung open.
Eyes twinkling, Sam peered into the doorway.
"Cool."
"You're one of them, aren't you?"
Krysta looked up from her hands at the annoying boy. What was his name again? Oh right, Kevin.
"What are you talking about, Kevin?"
"I think you know."
Krysta raised an eyebrow. 'The guy looks really freaked. I wonder why.'
"No, actually I don't. So if you wanna fill me in at some point…"
Kevin stood up a little straighter. "I heard what you said," he stated boldly, trying to keep his hands from shaking. "You said you wanted your body back! You called yourself 'Krysta'." He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "You're not Sam."
For once in her life, Krysta found herself speechless. A small part of her found her lack of words funny.
However, for the most part, her head was screaming "Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!"
"Look, Kevin—"
"Who are you?" Kevin was visibly shaking, obviously thinking some big bad monster was in the room with him. He looked terrified.
Krysta sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. He was obviously a big part of the "Leviathans are taking over" problem. He trusted Sam and, she guessed, Sam trusted him. He deserved to know the truth.
"My name's Krysta. I'm a friend of Sam's. And…well…we're kind of in the wrong bodies…"