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CHAPTER 2: HOME.
I groaned.
"Shes waking!" I heard a man whisper.
"Calm down! We need to approach her calm and sophisticated." I heard someone else say.
My eyes shot open. I jumped up and landed in t sitting position on the white gurney.
"Don't move too much. You'll reopen your stitches." The second man said calmly.
I looked at him my eyes wide with horror.
"Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want from me? What have you done to me? What happened?" I asked all at once as I dragged myself to the head of the white bed as far away from the two men as possible. My exposed back touched the freezing metal head frame of the bed and I jolted forward with a gasp.
"Calm down please. Let us explain." The first man said. He looked much younger than the second man.
"You are at the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense." He began.
"The B.P.R.D.? My mother spoke to me of that once as a child. That's like a secret society of monsters and supernatural beings? Or was it the people that handle them?" I asked still very guarded and very suspicious.
"We are the people that handle them. That is correct. I am Tom Manning and this is Agent Myers. We are part of this society. You are here because when we were after Sammael, the Hound of Resurrection, you were unconscious on the ground. We figured you couldn't have been a normal human because a human who takes a blow like that would have been dead, so we took you with us to fix your wound and try and help. We don't wish to hurt you or use you as a lab rat. We simply want to know about you. We have done nothing more than remove the acid from your wound and seal it and wait for your awake. That is all that has happened since we arrived to your aid." He said answering all of my previous questions.
"Sammael? The Hound of Resurrection? Is that what attacked me? And is that why he kept rising again? That guy didn't go down easy!" I said angrily.
"Yes, he did attack you and the only way to kill it is to destroy all it's offspring or burn it into oblivion." The first man answered. Agent Myers.
"Do you mind if we asked you some questions?" Manning asked.
I narrowed my eyes sending him a quick glare. "Sure. But I'll answer only to the questions I think appropriate.
"Very well. Did you take out the Hound of Resurrection?" Myers asked.
"Yes." I answered.
"How did you do it?" He asked.
"I think I burned it. Yes, I most definitely burned it." I answered shifting awkwardly in the bed.
"How did you burn it?" He asked intrigued.
"I have pyrokinetic powers. I can control fire with my mind. I can also use black magic." I said proudly.
"We are well informed and acustomed to pyrokinetic powers...but not about dark magic. That is also known as telekinesis, correct?. How is it that you can use 'black magic'?" He asked.
I considered the fact of telling them more about me but maybe if I tell them, they will let me go.
"Well...I can use magic to make objects or beings levitate, I can create a defensive shield created of black magic and surround virtually anything my power and skill will allow. I can use it as a solid weapon or something along those lines. I can cast spells and curses to whomever I wish as long as they can't counter the magic or at least make the magic falter. I have yet to figure the spells out. I have little expertise in that category. Anything else I can do is yet unknown to me because I have only recently acquired my power to use dark magic." I told them.
"Hm, that is very interesting." one of the agents said to the other while eying me.
I narrowed my eyes. "When can I leave? I wanna get out of here." I said frantically. I didn't trust them at all.
"Well, we were sort of hoping you would stay here. Join our association. As one of us. We take it that you can handle a few fights with demons." Manning said sheepishly. "I'm sure you'll get along with most of us here." He finished.
"No! I want to leave! I can't stay here! I can't trust any of you to keep me safe! LET ME OUT OF HERE!" I yelled clutching the sheets tightly and gritting my teeth. My body started heating up and my hands began to ignite in fire. My eyes were flaming and I was glaring at the two men.
"Myers!" Manning said quickly.
"Right!" He responded and ran to a panel and pressed a button.
Immediately, water started spraying from the roof and my blue fire began to reside.
I gasped angrily. Agent Myers and Manning began to walk out of the room. Once they opened the door, I used my dark magic to send them flying to the wall. I got up and sprinted out of the wet room as fast as I could.
"Wait! You'll get in trouble!" Manning yelled after me.
I looked around. This place was enormous. Everywhere I looked I could see labs and rooms and libraries. I couldn't find my way anywhere. But I wasn't going to give up. I ran through the large halls with display tables with unusual things. The small patient clothes flowed behind me freely. My bare feet barely made a low thud sound as they hit the cold floor. My red hair was tangled and dirty. I was so cold in there as I ran. The sleeves of the cloth were that of a small T-shirt and it's length barely managed to cover half of my thighs. My rosary jumped around on my chest which was unevenly rising and falling.
"Hey! Wait!" I heard the familiar voices of the previous men. As I looked around I saw that everyone was staring at me as I dashed by. In the doors I could see hideous, slimy monsters struggling on the same medical bed I found myself merely 10 minutes ago. I was terrified. I saw labs and rooms and who knows what else!
I took a quick turn and found myself at a dead end. I tried to catch my breath a little. I took a deep breath and started sprinting the other way. But I crashed head on with an agent. I looked at him closely. I was Agent Myers. As we both lay on the ground recovering from impact, I heard Manning catching up. I got to my feet and jumped over the fallen agent ready to run again. Just before I could take the second step, the agent had me by my ankle. I fell face first into the cold floor and a gasp escaped my lips. I looked back to Myers' face and he was blushing. I looked where his gaze was leading and I saw that the dress had risen, exposing my lower half and black underwear to the agent.
"Perv!" I yelled and ignited my flames. His hand was burned and he let go of me. I got up and ran forward passing right in front of Manning. I didn't look back, I just kept running.
"Why did you let her escape?" Manning yelled at Agent Myers.
Agent Myers was sitting on the floor clutching his burnt hand with that stupid blush on his face.
"Never mind. I don't want to know. Get up. We need to get her before she gets into trouble. I don't think the big guy is going to approve of her as of now. Come on!" He said and took off after me.
I was far enough to stop and catch my breath for a minute.
"Where am I going to go now? I have no idea where I am! I can be at the whole opposite side of the exit!" I whispered to myself.
I felt two cold hands grab my shoulders from behind me. "Hold on!" He said panting.
"Uh, NO!" I said as I elbowed him in the gut.
He gasped and released me for enough time for me to escape once more.
"Damn she is hard to catch! I haven't had anything like her escape like that. Monsters plenty but not half...things. And I honestly never had to. For crying out loud I'm the director of this place. All this time I've had the freaks do this for me." Manning said.
I ran and ran. I couldn't contain my anger because I had no idea where I was going! I saw monsters but I wasn't exactly sure I should stop and ask for directions and I sure as hell wasn't asking a human!
I closed my eyes for a split second and as soon as I opened them, it was too late. I crashed right into it. I don't know what it was. I shot up to my feet and looked at it. I looked back when I heard the two men from before closing in on me. I turned back and did what I never expected to do. I hid behind the creature. I clutched at it's clothing and closed my eyes.
"Please don't let them get to me." I whispered softly.
"Don't worry little one. No one is getting to you." It said softly.
It was a males voice. Soft and reassuring. I hugged him from behind tightly and shut my eyes trusting him. I couldn't believe I was actually trusting him. But I've never felt so secure in my entire life since my mother passed on.
"Abe! How'd you manage to catch her?" Manning asked panting.
"Well, honestly, it seems as if she has caught me rather than I have caught her." The creature said to be Abe, said. "It seems to me that you have had a bit of trouble trying to get her. I assume she feels better since when we found her." He said.
"Yeah, she is feeling just fine." Manning said with a heavy sigh. "Now come with us young lady." He said grabbing my arm and pulling me away from Abe.
I pulled my arm away and turned to hug Abe again. "NO!" I said shutting my eyes. "Please don't let those humans take me again. I'm so scared right now...I don't know what to do or how to get out. I don't want them to take me somewhere again." I whispered to Abe.
"Shhh, there, there. They are not going to hurt you. Will you stay along with me to continue getting to know you?" He whispered back to me.
I thought about it. Should I really trust him? I don't know him...but I feel so safe. If I refuse I guess I'm back to Manning and Myers.
"Mhm." I answered to him.
"Manning, Agent Myers, I will take her from here on. I will gladly complete your interview. She seems to not trust you humans. She has accepted to be questioned further by me. I will report as soon as I can." Abe said casually but with slight authority.
"We can't let you do that Abraham. She is too dangerous. She deliberately burned Myers hand." Manning said angrily. "And I'm the director of this joint so what I say goes!"
"Like I said, she doesn't trust you humans. She feels comfortable with me." He told them calmly. "Isn't that right little one?" He asked me.
"Yes." I answered surely.
"Very well Abraham. If you need any help you can call us ri-" Manning started.
"That is quite alright Myers. I don't think I will need your help though." He said. "I think you should leave now. Thank you." Abe said.
"Fine, but I expect a report by tomorrow morning." Manning said.
The agents just stood there for a minute. Then they turned and walked away. Once they were gone I let Abe go and looked at him.
"Shall we go to my place to continue your interview? No one will be able to get in if not allowed." He said trying to reassure me.
I nodded and followed him to his room. It wasn't very far and hard to miss. The golden double doors were very...outspoken. The detail looked very beautifully carved. They looked as if they belonged in a castle in England. Next to the large doors was a small padlock. He quickly inserted the pass code and the doors audibly unlocked.
"Ladies first." He gestured for me to enter.
I walked down the 3 steps and my jaw nearly dropped. The room was enormous and what was more amazing was that the walls were shelves jam packed with books. There were strange statues here and there. There was a lot of papers scattered around the ground and many different seats. And to top it all off there was a magnificent tank.
"Wow." Was all I managed to say.
"Do you like it?" He asked curious to hear my answer.
"Do I ever! This room is amazing! You even have a vintage piano to complete the look!" I said with a smile.
"Thank you. I am fond of vintage things. Even though I have state of the art technology all over." He said simply.
I turned to look at him. "I like old stuff too. And I love your tank." I said.
"That tank is my actual home. I live there, I eat there, I read there, I sleep there, I do everything in there." He said walking towards the tank. I followed him with my eyes. "This used to be Professor Broom's office before he was killed by Kroenen, one of Rasputin's puppets. He was our teacher, our father and our guardian." He said sadly.
"I'm so sorry." I said softly.
"Don't be ridiculous with that statement. You know, that is a mistake, the whole 'I'm sorry' thing. You had nothing to do with his death therefore have nothing to apologize for. You may although say you feel touched or sad about his death for the sake of us or something along those lines." He said as he began taking his garment off. He took off a lot of gear like the collar like thing from around his neck, his goggles,and then the top of his outfit. He removed his shoe wear and last but not least, he removed some strange contacts.
He looked at me. "What? Did that bother you? I'm sorry I didn't know that wou-" He began apologizing.
I cut him off. "No, no, no. I'm sorry I stared. I was just curious. Do you mind if I ask...What are you?" I asked shyly.
"Not at all. Here, take a seat and I'll let you know about me as I learn about you." He said pulling out a seat in front of his tank. "Allow me a moment and I'll be right with you." He said as he went to another pad lock next to his tank. Another door opened and he went in as soon as he removed his gloves. He soon reappeared in the water. He swiftly swam towards me.
"You swim so fast." I said in awe.
"Well I am a Ichthyo Sapien." He said matter-of-factly.
I took a seat in the chair that was set for me.
"Well, shall we continue your interview?" He asked before I could say anything.
"Sure, why not." I said with a slight smile.
"Put your hand against the glass please." He asked me to do.
"Um, I don't see why I have to do that...well whatever." I said as I put my hand up against the cold glass..
Abraham put his hand on the glass where mine was. He closed his eyes and seemed totally relaxed. I assumed I had to do the same. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply and 2 seconds later let it out. I began to relax.
"I have the power to see whatever you have by touching a surface. I can see the past, future, anything that the subject holds. None of this will hurt you physically at least. The memories may affect your emotions but that is all." He said with the same expression as before.
"Right." I answered and signaled him to continue.
Flashback.
Scene 1: My birthday. My mother laid on the bed heaving and panting. Sweat rolled down her pale face. Her black hair stuck to her face in a sticky mess. The doctors and nurses all swarmed in the small, cramped hospital room. My mother yelled at the top of her lungs and the doctors yelled orders to the nurses in and out of the room. People dashed from here to there frantically. My mother clutched onto the bed's railing with her life. Tears stained her glistening face as she pushed. She followed the doctor's simple orders to breath evenly. My mother yelled more. She looked at the clock on the clean white wall of the room. It had been 19 hours and she still hadn't given birth. The doctors kept telling her to abort. The labor was going to kill her. The contractions alone sucked the very life out of her. So far only my head managed to come out. My mother took a deep breath and pushed as hard as she could. Then all of a sudden my small body slipped right out of her. I was silent. I didn't cry. The doctors took me from the bloody bed. My mother burst into frantic tears and began to yell and ask what was wrong. The umbilical cord was chocking me. Quickly the doctor cut it off very carefully. He began to slap my small bottom and feet. I didn't react. My mother was practically out of the bed reaching for me. The doctor handed me over to the woman. My mother held me ever so gently. Her salty tears fell on my body. She wrapped me in her blankets and held me tight to her body. I was beginning to get warm. Then my body started heating up. I heard my mother gasp. My body was hot as an oven. The doctors claimed it to be a fever. They took me from my mother's warm embrace. I then began to cry and my body started glowing a light blue color. The doctor nearly tossed me to my mother. My mother wrapped me into her warm embrace once more. She stared at me with a warm smile. The doctors all mumbled and spoke about me with venom in their throats. My mother then forced them all to leave, including the attending doctor. Soon after I was sound asleep.
Scene 2: Age 14. I was walking through the streets towards my middle school. I minded my own business. Then, out of the blue, Samantha Waters came up to me. She called me by her little pet name, Freak. She asked me why I was going to school, that nobody liked me, that I should go to a school for freaks, that even the teachers wanted me out. Then all of a sudden her posse of two came up and agreed to her obnoxious remarks. I saw my fists clench and so did they. She asked me what was I planning to do and if I was going to hit her. I was now gritting my teeth breathing heavily. They laughed at me. Samantha then said to look at me, that I was all mad. Then she pulled her purse off of her shoulder and hit me with it on the side of my head. Samantha was a blond girly girl along with her posse. I was the antisocial goth freak. Her purse hurt. I asked her to leave me alone between gritted teeth. She only laughed. I then, much more sternly asked her again. I asked her one more time, this time my voice was dripping acid with every word. She didn't listen and struck me with her purse again. Then, I lost it. My eyes ignited in fire, and Samantha's smug look disappeared in a flash along with her posse. She froze in her place. I glared at her with my flaming eyes. Then I threatened her by saying that I had warned her and now she was going to pay the price. Samantha asked what I was going to do to her and for every word there was a stammer. She then begged me to let her go and swore to never bother me again. I wasn't planning to do anything too bad but I sure as hell wasn't going to leave her unharmed. I ignited my hands with a lot of precision. I remember it took me years to control that. I then walked towards her and grabbed her purse. It then disintegrated. She gasped and called me a bitch. I then grabbed her two long blond pigtails. They burned in my grasp and she yelled and screamed. She clawed at me and got burned every time. I couldn't help not smirking. After almost all her hair was burnt, I let her go. Tears were everywhere on her face and she then ran away towards school. I shrugged and decided to skip school before I was taken to detention or taken away as a freak.
Scene 3: Age 15. I sat in the swing in the old park. My best friend Ron sat besides me. Ron was one of the two people that didn't hate me. He accepted me and respected me as an equal to the 'normal' society. Ron was 18 and he was a very eccentric, up lifted, loud and spontaneous guy. He was a scientist in training as well. As we swung on the seats, he looked at me and smiled sheepishly. Then he told me he had a really good lollipop for me. I happily took it and ate it right away. As soon as I finished, I began to feel dizzy. Everything started to black out. The last thing I saw was him catching me before I hit the ground. When I awoke, I was on a cold metal bed in a strange room. I looked around and saw Ron with another scientist. The scientist was handing money to Ron. My eyes stared to be blinded by tears. Ron saw me staring at him with a hurt expression on my face. He looked sheepishly at me and as soon as he had his money, he left the lab. The scientist came to me and started picking at some sharp tools. He told me not to cry and that it wouldn't hurt a bit. Before I could say anything, I saw bursting into flames and my body slightly convulsed. All of my clothes was burned away. All that could be seen was the shape of my body covered in blue flames. The flames increased and began to spread. The whole place was soon burned down and the scientist was on the ground. Dead. I soon got up from the bed and ran out, taking a long black coat with me. I searched for Ron and he was nowhere to be found. I never saw him again.
Scene 4: Age 17. I sat on my knees on top of my mother's grave under the pounding rain. Lightning struck all around and thunder rang in my ears. I stared meaninglessly at the wet mud that composed part of my mothers tomb. I felt warm tears collide with cold raindrops on my face. I couldn't believe she was gone. I couldn't believe she left me to face this cruel world all alone as a freak. She never even got to name me. I was now an orphan. An orphan who had never carried a name to call her own. Now I had nothing. No one. I was the only person to come to her grave in the graveyard. No one knew nor cared about her death. Yet I sat there in the pitch black darkness, all alone, in the pouring rain. Just to keep her rotting corpse company as she did to mine. I didn't know what to do. I was lost in this world and surely no one could help me. I was to survive by myself from then on.
Scene 5: Age 19. I was walking down an alley in the cold winter night. I was deep in thought when I started hearing footsteps. Soon after, I was being attacked by a large demon. We battled for what seemed like forever. After that time, the demon was finally taken out. I was wounded badly and was very weak. Just before I passed out, I saw a rather large group of people chasing after another demon just like the first. Then I was unconscious. When I awoke, I was yet again in a lab with two men. I was being asked questions and I was terrified curled up on the headrest of the bed. Soon after a little planning, I managed to escape from the lab/ hospital room. I ran and ran and ran, trying to leave from there and escape safely. I ran into a creature then. I didn't know why but I was hiding behind him and I felt so safe. Soon after I was finding myself agreeing to yet again being asked more questions but this time by the creature. I went into his amazing room.
And from there on, the memories began to fade away. I opened my eyes and then I felt light headed. I remained still for a second and then looked towards Abe. He was looking at me intensely. I felt a blush creeping up so I looked down so my bangs could cover my face.
"Your life has not been kind to you." He said softly.
"Yeah...I know." I said sadly.
"Sad thing is, there is much more to come." He said.
I looked at him with a weak smile. "I know." I answered simply.
"You are a strong young woman." He said.
I blushed this time. "Thank you Abraham." I said.
"Simply the truth. I wasn't trying to flatter you." He said seriously.
I smiled.
"So, you do not have a name. Why not?" He asked as he swam around in his tank.
"I don't know. Mother never really told me the reason why she never named me. She told me I was too special for a permanent name. But by now, I want a name for my own." I said a bit sadly.
"Well, we can work that out later. As of now, you can go clean up while I report to those two numb skulls."
I laughed at his remark. He then explained where the most private bathroom was, and how to manage the tub and shower knobs.
I got into the tub once the hot water was just hot enough. I submerged my body in the water up til my neck. I closed my eyes and let all today's stress wash off with the water. I still had a long day to go. I washed my body very well and washed and untangled my hair. I decided to shave as well. I came out and brushed my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror. My pale complexion clashed with the intense red color of my damp hair and blood struck blue eyes. I pulled on a low rise black spaghetti strap tank and some ripped black shorts with net stockings under them and then I pulled on my favorite combat boots. I looked at my face once again and sighed. I pulled out my jet black liner and made thick dark rims around my eyes. I found some crimson red nail polish and painted my nails real quick. I waited 10 minutes so they would dry and then I placed a black rose pin in my hair. I then placed my choker rosary into place. I started combing my now dry hair. I was randomly surprised that it reached down to the small of my back. When I finished, I looked at myself one last time and smiled. My fangs flashed and I walked out of the foggy bathroom with my belongings. Outside of the door, Abraham was waiting for me.
"I reported already. Now, I have a very important question for you." He said his gaze boring into my body seriously.
"Yes?" I asked.
Then his eyes averted to mine. "Will you be staying here or do you wish to be out of here?" He asked seriously.
"Well...how does this gig work?" I asked.
"You will live here. Your partners are your family. You will be hunting some demons and supernatural beings very often with the team as an investigator of the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense. I will not lie to you, you will get hurt and maybe even be close to lose your life. Thankfully we have not lost any lives due to our job. We protect humans from demons and such and we keep them safe and away from humans. We are a secret society so no one knows about us. Humans are led on to think we are a garbage disposal corp. We drive around in what seems to be a garbage truck, but in reality is a truck full with weapons and equipment. We can see the humans throughout the windows but they can't see us. You will be seen by humans occasionally when out doing the job. We try not to interact too much with them and we never tell information regarding to the B.P.R.D. You will eventually be aired on television like everyone of us. We do not have full authority over the association. We have superiors who give us our missions and such. They are our bosses in a strange sort of speak. Personally my partner and I do not really listen to direct orders from them. You must be prepared to face anything, anytime, anywhere. You must be patient and be ready to hear and endure the shuns and critics of humans for they can be brutal and harsh and the accusations are hurtful at times. Therefore, this job is very difficult and makes you want to go mad but being what we are, the job is very fulfilling and it has it's perks very often." He said looking straight at me the whole time.
"Sounds...like fun. Sure, sign me up. As long as I don't have to handle too many humans." I said with a smile.
He smiled brightly. "The only humans here would be the agents which are our superiors. But honestly, they are much more afraid of you than you are of them." He said.
I laughed at that. "Yeah OK. I'll join." I said.
"Glorious. I'll go tell the head of the association now. Follow me." He said as he began to walk towards his destination. I followed him silently. When we reached the destination, I was introduced and soon after I was a member of the B.P.R.D. I didn't even have to state a name or speak a single word. Just occasionally smile and nod.
Abraham then led me to my new room.
"This...this room belonged to Liz. She was a member of the team. She died 4 years ago trying to save Hellboy, the man she loved. She was much like you. She was also pyrokinetic and she had the same attitude you have. She even had a crucifix just like yours only hers didn't have the point to it. Speaking of which, I saw what you do with that and I don't think that's the right thing to go at it. Liz also had trouble controlling her power." He said as he helped me find my way in the room and unpack my small amount of belongings that I carried in a black back pack considering the fact that I don't have a place to stay at.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes. She acquired her powers at age 9, therefore you have more time with it than she did. She had to go to a rehabilitation hospital for quite a long time. She had episodes that caused her to activate her fire in her sleep. The fire was so powerful then, that it burned down practically the entire hospital. She then began to handle her powers bit by bit. Soon enough she had the control to ignite her hand in fire on command with her thoughts of course. She could only reach her highest peak in power when she was physically harmed or her emotions got the best of her much like yourself. She had quite a few years on you though. It was very difficult for her to control her power and it will be for you as well. But just as she was able to do it, so can you." He said as he sat on my new bed. I sat next to him.
"Wow." Was all I could say.
"This room was built for her. It is 99.9% fire-proof. The other 1% is the belongings." He said.
"Oh that is great." I said enthusiastically.
"Well, I guess you should get some slee-" He began.
"Who's Hellboy?" I asked cutting him off mid-sentence.
"You can find out tomorrow for yourself. He is the...well...I guess I can say he is the leader of the group. He is a smart cracking, hot headed and pompous type of man. He is very...very...he's easy to get used to after knowing him for over 30 years." He said as he let a chuckle escape.
"30 years? Hmm...I don't think I can live that long. I think I age until I die. I don't think I have an aging limit." I said.
"Well...to be completely honest with you...I don't think he's going to be too happy about you." He said looking towards the ground.
"Why not?" I asked a bit more taken back than I had intended.
"Because like I said, you are very similar to Liz. Hellboy loves Liz unconditionally. He has never loved anyone but her. And since her death...he has been very depressed and he blames himself...sometimes he even seems suicidal or murderous. He doesn't like it when she is mentioned and he doesn't really interact with others but the people in his kingdom which would be Manning, A. Myers and I. I'm afraid the very sight of you will push him over the edge. To make matters worse, Liz was pregnant with Hellboy's twin children. He was left with no one to love. He is a wreck and he can get violent. I don't want you to get hurt physically nor emotionally." He said sadly throughout the whole conversation.
"I-I...well...we'll see tomorrow." I said as I got up from the bed and stepping into the darkness in front of Abraham who had stood up somewhere along the conversation.
"Thank you Abraham, for everything." I said as sweetly as I could. I really owed him something. He has definitely just changed my life forever.
"Don't mention it. It was nothing really. Please, call me Abe." He said in a soft whisper.
"Thank you, Abe." I said.
"Your welcome. Tomorrow we'll all think about a name that suits you." He said. There was a smile apparent in his voice.
I all of a sudden hugged him. He tensed immediately. Then, he gently hugged me back. A minute afterwords, he cleared his throat and pulled away gently.
"Well, goodnight. Sleep well." He said and he quickly left and shut the door behind him.
I heard the door lock. I smiled and walked to the bed. I pulled the covers off and went in. I wrapped myself in the sheets, forgetting to change clothes. I kicked my boots off and pushed them over the beds edge. I stared at the roof with a smile upon my face. Today had been a strange, life changing and eventful day for me. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be much more than it was today. I turned onto my side and curled up into a ball. I small yawn escaped my lips and then I realized how incredibly tired I was. I closed my eyes and before I could even try, I was sound asleep.
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