Earlier that same dayI knew something was wrong. I could feel it. She didn’t have to tell me, I felt it with her all day, that impending sense of doom, that shit was going to hit the fan kind of feeling. I looked at Micheal, who had his earphones on, while listening to some rock music. His shaggy black hair was in his face covering his eyes as always. He was drumming along with his music, munching on his lip piercing. He was wearing a band teacher and ripped skinny jeans with checkered vans. His style had certainly changed over the years. You would think that living half a millenia would make us mature and boring, but we had to constantly keep up with the young adults. We were always around people in their 20s so that we could blend in better. “Something is wrong” I told him as I pulled an earphone out of his ear. He turned to look at me half mad, half confused. “What’s your problem man?” He huffed. “Something is wrong with Astrid.” I stated, further explaining. “And? So what? She
Lucas“We need to get to the airport. Pack your irreplaceable bag.” I told them as I went to my room to do the same. I grabbed all of Astrids and my old wedding rings, our photos and old documents. Including all the titles to the different houses and lands we own.We got in our fastest car and headed to the airport, which thankfully wasn’t too far from our house. I had all our passports ready. We got there pretty quick and of course security had increased. I walked up to the counter laughing with Tristan acting like we were going on a vacation. I laughed loudly, acting extremely excited, as we approached the counter. The woman at the counter had dark brown hair and glasses. She smiled at us as we came up to her. Her name tag read Vicky. “Hello there Vicky!” I said. “Good afternoon” She smiled back. “My brother and my friends and I are wanting to go on a spontaneous vacation. Where is the soonest flight heading to Vicky?” I asked, smili
AstridI am such an idiot! Of course they would cover it up. I should have killed them all. I thought by sparing them that they would spare everyone else. Of course they wouldn’t, I don’t know what I was thinking. How could they kill so many innocent people? This was all my fault. They were after me. I had so many emotions building up in me. Hatred, confusion, depression, but mostly guilt so much guilt. Monica was dead, Ruby was dead, so many of our friends. I had spent these last few years getting to know all these people on Barker street. We were all close to one another, and we looked out for each other. When it came down to it, I was selfish. I only warned Jason. I should have warned everyone. I should have set that stupid radar off and telepathically told everyone to run. I hate this so much! I don’t know what to do. I wanted desperately to turn back time, but the last time I did that things only turned out worse.I let Lucas hold me a while. His sce
“We are going through that one” I said pointing to the portal straight across from us. “This one should take us straight to Juan Carlos’s cellar.” I placed the portal there during the last specials civil war when we had first met Juan Carlos. He was a healer like us. He was a couple hundred years old. For the longest time he kept his young looking 22 year old face, but as time progressed he slowly started to age. He currently looks to be in his late 40s.Juan Carlos seemed to age a little more every time he died.The problem with healers like him is they don’t always come back to life. Eventually that death is their final death, as if they are in a video game with a set number of lives. A lot of times healers don’t know that they are able to come back to life until they die but not every healer is able to come back, so a lot of them don’t test it. We don’t really know how many more times Juan Carlos can die before he doesn’t come back, but we figure with the rate at which he’s aging tha
We left Juan Carlos' house and headed into the forest. We headed deep into the woods to be as secluded as possible. The plan was for Libby to hijack the broadcasting system back in the states to project my message to all tvs and cellphones. I would warn the humans but use a dual voice to instruct the specials. Dual voice was very convenient as Micheal discovered in the past wars. Humans can’t hear below a certain frequency, to them it will sound like a very slight silent hum. Specials are the only ones that will actually be able to hear the message. Humans were never able to discover how we communicated in the old wars, so I had no fear of them being able to intercept the message. “Okay I feel like this is a good enough spot.” I looked at Lucas, not helping the smile that appeared on my face as I looked at his handsome face. “Can you please materialize the camera for Libby to hijack and some lights?” I asked him. He smiled back and held his hands out having the camera materialize in
Lucas placed his hand on my shoulder giving it a tight squeeze. His touch would always help calm me. I took a deep breath and placed my hand over his, looking up at his beautiful golden eyes. He leaned down and kissed my forehead again. “You did great.” He said comforting my nerves, calming the anger that had bubbled to the surface. A small smile crept on my face at his words.“Thank you.” I squeezed his hand in response. “All right guys. We have about an hour till 8. I need to create a new portal right where we are. I don’t think Juan Carlos would be pleased if I let a bunch of strange specials filter through his house.” I made a mental note to make sure to go back to his house to get rid of the portal there before 8. “Lucas, I need you to materialize whatever Libby needs in order to hack the radars. Tristan please provide whatever electricity they need.” I started barking orders. “Shawn, you and Micheal get together and decide which military bases we should hit first. Which are th
LIZ P.O.V.I watched in disbelief as a special named Astrid flashed across our television. Her voice sounded odd, I could hear a slight hum in the video that really annoyed me. Focusing my attention on it I realized the hum wasn’t a hum. She was speaking. I had never seen or heard something like this before. If I didn’t focus on the hum I could hear her talking about how she wasn’t to blame for Barker Street. When I focused on the hum I heard her talking about a ‘specials airport’. I had never heard of a specials airport before either. She apologized for uprooting our lives, and told us that we had 15 minutes starting at 8 to get to the airports and either meet her in Mexico to fight or go to Spain to hide out till it was over or help in other ways. I looked towards my parents, who looked at the tv in horror. “What’s a specials airport?” I asked them, and they turned to look at me confused. “Liz, now isn’t the time for your random questions
LIZ P.O.V.How could they do this? I looked at my phone and it was now 7:50. I knew I needed to get up, I knew I needed to go but how could I? My heart was breaking. I couldn’t understand how they could do this to me. I am their daughter. I was their daughter. I sat there crying for a while, shocked and crushed.“Are you okay?” an older man asked, concern on his face as he took me in. He was wearing a fisherman's hat, gray hair peeking from the sides. Some wrinkles covering his dark blue eyes. I cleared my throat wiping my face with my sleeve. “Yeah.” I replied, grabbing my bag trying to stand. “I am okay.”He reached his hand out to me and I took it, allowing him to help me up. He was very close to my personal space when I stood up, instead of stepping back he stepped closer his mouth near my ear now. He whispered into my ear.“I have super hearing, I heard what happened in there.” He said. “Come with me youngin. I am heading to the specials airport.