Part 2

She motions at a nearby table, "please sit. We have a lot to cover."

I cautiously sit down, confused about who she is and what is happening. In all my years, this has never happened before, "I'm sorry. Do I know you?" I ask bluntly as she sits down across from me.

"Ah, yes. I apologize for all the cloak and dagger; my name's Kaye. I'm your current client. Please excuse my rudeness for running away earlier; I had to test your ability." She says warmly, extending her hand.

I shake it slowly with my right, sliding my left hand down my leg towards my concealed revolver. My client, huh? I'm not currently contracted. My hand grows close to my 9mm; I've learned this life is a dangerous game, and seeing people's remaining life isn't the only power I've got keeping me in it. She lets go of my hand and appears to overlook my suspicion.

"I'm surprised," she continues. "You come highly recommended on the market for knowing everything about a person with just a touch. It seems this must've been an exaggeration, like most things are these days. You must have seen something, though, to recognize me just from our arms grazing; quite impressive. But you failed to ascertain at least a few things about me, it seems." She says, a devilish smile spreading across her face.

I remain deathly silent, at a loss for words, knowing the wrong ones could very well be my last. As for this time, I get the sense that I am the pawn, and she is the seer. Our moves are all but predetermined; I am just blind as to their result. My hand reaches the gun and pulls it out of its holster, cocking it softly. Not realizing how nervous I had been, I finally breathed.

The woman smiles, "you've come prepared, I see. But, alas, so have I; if violence is the game you wish to play." I hear the slight cock of another gun under the table.

My heart nearly leaps out of my body. Damn, she got me. "Who are you?" I finally muster, my hand tightly wrapped around the gun, my finger resting on the trigger.

She laughs heartily. "I already told you," she says in kind. "I'm your client, Kaye."

"No, who are you?" I say unwaveringly.

She smiles, "well, since you put it so politely..." she says, rolling her eyes. "That gun under the table, what's it do?"

I sit there blankly and repeat my question, "Who are you?"

"Oh joy, I can see you are good at answering questions too!"She says sarcastically. "It's no ordinary gun, now is it? No, no, not at all. You can actually shoot people's memory's into their minds, can't you?"

Sweat rolls down my face, and I tighten the grip on my gun. So much so that I can feel my knuckles whitening, trying not to implode from the stress of my grasp. However, incapable of mustering up the courage, I stay silent.

"Nothing to say, huh?" She continues. "Well, I'll keep going then. This power suits two particular functions. One, you can help clients regain their memories by fusing their life into the bullets. Or two, and this is my favorite; you can destroy someone's mind by infusing several people's lives into a bullet. Subsequently, the person dies because they cannot handle the information overload. Or their brain is effectively destroyed, leaving them a shell of a human being to be left on life support forever. Never being able to distinguish between their memories and someone else's. Never to know who they are again." She says, smiling.

"Yeah, you know what my power does. So what?" I say, pulling my gun out from under the table. "Guess there's no point in hiding it then. Now what do you want?"

She pulls hers out from under the table in the same fashion. "Or so... that is how it is supposed to function." She continues.

My ears perk up, "huh?"

"However, it seems that you haven't quite perfected your craft yet." She says, pulling her sunglasses down for the first time since we had met. Revealing her left eye to be nothing more than a socket.

My eyes go wide with shock; impossible; no one could survive that. Not only the physical damage. But mental that should've left her mind shattered for centuries.

"So indeed Karin, what do I want?"

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"One scotch on the rocks." The bartender, dressed in a typical white-button down and black vest, says as he places my drink in front of me.

"Thanks," I mutter drunkenly, looking at him and sliding my drink towards me.

He says something in response, but my attention has dissipated, and subsequently, his voice is drowned out in the music and conversations. I lift my body weight off the bar and stumble back towards my table. Bumping into people as I go. Colors erupt out of their bodies and into my mind with each one.

Green and nurturing - 25 Years left - Cancer - engineer - analytical. Son of two, father of two, brother of none.

Orange and confused - 65 Years left - Complications with age - businesswoman - creative/analytical. Mom of two, sister of one, daughter of two.

Yellow and vibrant - 2 Years left - Car accident - architect- artistic. Son of two, Cousin of one, brother of none.

With each person I bump into, their whole remaining life flashes into my mind. So easy to dissect each one. Yet, in my drunken state, I can't help but think about the first time it happened. When it was maddening and impossible to control.

I was in first grade, and my best friend, Ruth, kissed me on the cheek. I collapsed on the ground, seizing, and my eyes rolled back. Then, I started chanting unfamiliar words as Ruth ran away screaming. Seconds later, her life force flew into my mind. It was a vibrantly beautiful pink soul:

3 days - Car Accident.

Several days later, in the hospital, where doctors had run several tests and concluded this a “freak accident,” I awoke screaming, scared, and confused. Somehow managing to calm down after only a few minutes. Once I had calmed down, my parents partially explained what had happened.

After hearing what I had done, I felt terrible and asked if Ruth was okay. My parents looked at each other.

"Oh, don't worry about Ruth, she'll be fine. She's in a batter place," they said.

But even then, I understood what that meant, "Was it a crash?" I asked, choking up on the verge of a breakdown.

My parents were shocked that I knew and started questioning me rather than providing much need emotional support. I told them the truth repeatedly, but they merely scolded me for lying. I still remember the sting of their words as I pleaded with them that I was telling the truth.

"We know you're sad Karin, but it's never good to lie."

Eventually, they decided that I must've heard them talking while unconscious. And told me not to make up any more stories, especially in serious situations.

With my best friend dead and my parents branding me a liar, I cried for days, feeling distraught and alone, and decided to keep my power a secret.

All the "Freak Accidents" were like this in the beginning. Often leaving me incapacitated for days, where I would unconsciously "scream gibberish," according to my doctors. Then, waking up in the hospital days later, knowing when the time would expire for yet another person. Eventually, I was diagnosed with Epilepsy and given medication. Medication that never worked and constantly changed. After that, most of my childhood was spent bouncing in and out of hospitals and therapy.

Upon growing older, I started understanding my power, as Friends, families, and pets started dying when I had foreseen. At first, I could only dissect the time of death of those with whom I had established a strong emotional connection. Eventually, however, no one could escape the prowess of my ability, and their whole lives unraveled in my head. Even the side effects got better with time until they were virtually nonexistent. Friends, Family, and Doctors celebrated as they believed my Epilepsy had gone into remission. Only I knew the truth.

A couple years later, after dropping out of college, I became a famous fortune teller on the black market. Bouncing around from city to city, wherever the highest bidder resided.

Suddenly, I'm pulled back into reality. I drop my drink, and it shatters on the floor. I whip my head around, searching to find the person who just bumped into me. Several stop and look at me, but I'm unconcerned.

Nothing. No color, emotions, abilities, or lifestyle. No future. No death. Where? Where are they? I look around frantically. Then I see them, the only person in the bar whose life I can't recall.

A tall woman with black sunglasses and a long dark overcoat. Her stride was peculiar and rushed as if she was running from something… trying to blend in with the crowd.

"Hey, wait!" I scream, towards the woman, as I steer towards her.

She turns and sees me. Her face goes grey with fear, and she bolts out the side door.

I run after her and burst into the alley behind the bar. I glimpse her figure as she dips around the corner and out of sight.

I run around the corner after and watch as she slips into another bar. I follow quickly, nearly tripping over the doorstep.

I burst into the bar, swinging the doors open crazily and panting loudly. Only to be met by silence.

The bar is empty, except for the woman standing there.

"Hello Karin, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

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I stare at the empty seat across from me, stunned for yet a third time in mere minutes. She’s gone. The first real thing in my life, and I don’t even know if she was real at all. When? I thought. When did I become so reliant on others to blindly follow my will, that I myself had gone blind with complacency. Letting life slowly pass me by. Content in drinking away my sorrows. No. No more. I jumped out of my seat.

“Bartender!!” I squealed

“That woman, where did she go?”

“She just left.” He replied in a calm robotic demeanor. Good, I thought, she was real after all.

“Which way did she-“ I catch myself. This was the problem wasn’t it. Right here. I had stopped living life and had started letting others live it for me. They were my eyes and ears. My willing full puppets to string along in anyway I saw fit. No never-mind that, This is no time to question the past! The woman, where did she go? I turned my attention back to the bartender.

“Bartender, which way did she head out?” I hastily said again, this time firm in my resolve. He pointed out the side door, and I ran out after her.

The rain has picked up and from under the bars awning, I can see only a few feet in front of me. Damn it. Which way should I go?

Suddenly, I see a figure heading down the side-road, running perpendicular to the window we just sat at. I run after them.

“Hey wait! Waiitttt!” I yelled, as I run across traffic towards the side-road.

“You there, Stoppp.” I yelled again, to no avail, they kept going. It must be her, anyone else would listen, right?

I ran fast. As fast as my legs could carry me, but when I catch up, I stand alone at a dead end. Not a trace of the person I had just seen. Damn it, where could she have gone? I slither back to the hotel in defeat. Upon arrival, I head to my room and lay down on the bed.

I lie awake, my mind uneasy from the day's events. That woman who was she? I was missing something, had I been there before? she said it was her favorite spot, but I’d never seen her there before. Have I? Ughhh, what was it?

The next day, I head back to the bar.

“Bartender, let me see your security tapes. All of them” I say pointing to the camera behind the bar. He obliges and brings me to a room behind the counter, I sit down and start scrolling through the tapes.

"Leave me." I say to the bartender, who promptly leaves, shutting the door behind him. I start with the moment I met the woman and scroll backwards determined to find her.

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"Are you always this rude" She jests.

I continue sitting across from her, mouth agape, unsure of what to do. Should I be angry? Or upset? Scared that she shrugged off my request like it was nothing more than an annoying fly on the wall? What do people feel when they are told no? It feels so foreign; rejection, defiance, and all associated feelings I had long forgotten. No, rather, I had never known them. Hearing those words, seeing her noncompliance, no matter how small i-it was so... real. Perhaps, the first real thing I had ever felt or witnessed, certainly the first novel thing in what feels like forever.

"Hello?" She waves her hand in front of my silent, motionless body, that is staring at her.

"I think I broke him." She says turning to the bartender and laughing softly. The bartender laughs in kind and continues wiping up the counter.

I still have not moved, because despite sensing what's going on around me; I am completely unable to process it. Suddenly, a smile involuntarily flutters across my face and I chuckle. Thinking about it now, I can't remember the last time I smiled. Let alone what it was that made me smile.

"You're a strange one aren't you." she says her eyes tracing the smile that had just formed across my lips. As I continue to sit their in utter shock and silence.

"Well, I guess we have that in common." She says, as she slowly turns to look out the window.

intrigued, I look out the large, partly smudge, glass window beside me just as she did. Only to be shocked again. I see now why it's her favorite spot, as I suddenly realize how long it’s been since I've stopped and looked at things; to enjoy their beauty and simplicity. The beauty in their simplicity. Luckily, it seems, I wasn't quite incapable of that yet. Still, I've sat here a thousand times and never once stopped to appreciate it.

It was a quiet alley, and a peaceful one at that, looking into a long street. It was raining slightly, and the traffic lights shimmer off the street in a beautiful display. Red, green, yellow. Such a simplistic pattern, yet so mesmerizing all the same. Despite the hour, there were still a few passer-Byers, dressed in raincoats, each adorned with black umbrellas. The buildings across the street are far from modern, but feel nostalgic. Almost like I've been here before- Honestly, now that I think about it, everything about this feels so familiar.

"Hey-" I finally managed to say breathlessly, not realizing I had been holding it in all this time. But when I turned, the seat across from me lay empty, all that remained was a cup of black coffee. Still steaming hot, and seemingly untouched.

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I exit the bar, after another night of endless free drinks, in an attempt to cure my crippling loneliness. I stumble towards the nearest hotel and push the doors open.

“Move.” I demand to everyone in front of me.

one by one they all step out of the way

When I get to the front desk, I demand the master suit free of charge. As per usual, I am given what I want.

I wander to the elevator and make my way up to the room. When I get to the room, I unlock it with the key and go slump on the bed.

For as long as I can remember, everyone has done everything I said. At first it was all you could imagine. I demanded power and riches from people, but then I realized those were useless since I already got whatever I wanted. Then I did everything I ever wanted through my demands. Which surprisingly in a world of infinite activities, got boring as well. After a few decades, I lost my vanity and started ending the world's problems such as world hunger and homelessness. By forcing billions to be selfless.

The world started to advance at unprecedented rates, and inequality was abolished. However, I am alone in the knowledge of what I can do and the world I have created. I have everything I’ve always wanted and done everything I could want. Now I just wander the streets aimlessly and alone drinking the boredom away. I slowly close my eyes, and drift to sleep.

I wake up a little while later and puke my guts out on the bathroom floor. Passing out on the toilet. When I awake next, I look at my watch and it is only 3:30 A.M., I decide to get up and head out for some coffee to cure my hangover.

I stumble down the street and arrive at a local 24-hour bar. I walk inside and order a coffee, taking a seat at a corner table.

A few minutes later, a woman I’ve never seen before comes in.

“Hey, can I get a black coffee” she says to the bar tender.

After receiving her coffee she walks up to my table

“hey this is my favorite spot” she says softly, pointing at the window seat across from mine.

before I can even answer she says again “Mind if I sit there?”

I shot back an annoyed look “look I’m not in the mood, go away, and pick a new favorite spot.”

She smiles and chuckles, before sliding into the seat across from me “No, thanks.”

My eyes go wide, and I nearly choke on my coffee… what?? What did she just say? No?! My ears rang from confusion, no one had ever said those words to me before.

I start to speak when immediately she interrupts me.

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When I come to, I’m on a couch in a dimly lit corridor off to the side of the party. Gabriel is next to me, staring off into the distance.

I move a little, and he notices turning his head towards me and smiling softly

“Good morning sunshine,” he says in a calming voice.

“w-What happened” I somehow manage to spit out as I glance around.

he smiles and chuckles “I was hoping you could tell me, you saw something and went into a panic. Until you inevitably wiped out, spilling your drink all over Sir Romeo a.k.a Michael. Which was quite funny btw.”

I look up at him, confused at first, as I tried hard to remember. When suddenly it clicks “G-Ga-Gabriel… O-One of the servers… it was a-Amon”

Gabriel’s eyes went wide with shock. “You’re surely mistaken” he stammered, the first time he’s broken his cool demeanor all night.

“I-I’m not, it was him, I need your help to talk to him.” I said still partly delirious.

“Surely, you cannot be serious Ariel… I mean Amon was punished, banished to the depths of hell, banned from heaven. For him to be here, not only defying Zeus’s orders, but at a date party for mythical beings… And to assume the form of a zombie, hidden among the wait staff? It is ridiculous! Preposterous even! Surely this is some kind of sick Joke.”

He continued on and on, in hope that if he kept going it might just be some type of sick dream. The longer he spoke, he beloved, the more likely I was have to tell him Angel Fools.

I glanced at him and he immediately knew I did not jest.

he took a large gulp and nodded, and I knew he would help me

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As everyone looks at us, we only laugh harder. Enjoying the next few seconds, before settling down and blending back into the “party,” if you can even call is that.

As Gabriel and I continued catching up, the low soft hum of the harp is played letting us know that hors-d’oeuvre were to be served shortly.

A few minutes later the kitchen doors swung open. One by one, the staff of waiters bring out acclaimed dishes to the likes of Angel eggs, unicorn bone marrow with rosemary lemon, and angels on horseback.

Having been in heaven for quite sometime, this food was merely commonplace. Unimpressed and unconcerned with the food affairs, Gabriel and I continued talking, until from the corner of my eye I say him. Well what couldn’t be him. I mean he was gone, right?

My head started to spiral, everything was beginning to blur. I looked around, unable to remain steady. I stuck my hand out to lean against the wall to help keep my balance.

Gabriel looked at me and raised his eyebrows, and moved towards me “hey Ariel? Are you okay?” He says nervously inspecting me. However, I can’t bring myself to respond, I just look at him in shock. All the noise starts to drown out and I can feel tears streaming down my face. Gabriel is saying something to me, but I don’t understand. I rush towards the waiter id just seen returning to the kitchen. But I can’t keep myself steady, crashing into guest along they way. The closer the kitchen door I get the heavier my wings feel, I don’t think I can keep going. I land softly and start running, my eyes blurred from all the tears. Suddenly, I trip and everything goes black.

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I walk over to the punch table and get myself a drink, this party was a great representation of the after-life (dead). I pour myself some fairy punch telling myself it’ll make it better, knowing full well nothing will change. But even a momentary ease to the pain and boredom is good, right?

I stare down at the sparkly pink drink; eyes glazed over, feeling zapped of all energy, who knew this is what the pearly gates were like. I can still hear his screams of pain next to me, as he burns in the fire. The lights, the sirens, the pain that hung in the air. Sure, life is all rainbows and butterflies now, but it doesn’t make forgetting the past any easier.

“Hey gorgeous” I hear as though in a dream, and slowly melt back into reality.

I look away from my drink, as I feel something touch my arm. Only to see Micheal standing in front of me brazenly, his hand touching my elbow as if we are familiar with each-other.

Speak of the devil, I thought; the angel of death, and his presence just that, one that immediately kills my already horrendous mood. No wonder this date party is such a drag, the most interesting Angel, one that dreams about death. As he yearns to carry the souls of other woman in his arms to heaven. So that he can dazzle and charm them, serial emotional cheater (and a piss poor one at that IMO), I wonder why in this very moment he had to choose me of all Angels to flirt with.

“Hello Michael” I mutter under my breath.

Micheal smiles widely and laughs. However, I can feel the icy undertone in his demeanor.

“Did it hurt when you flew to heaven?”

“No Michael it did not.” I mustered in response, slightly rolling my eyes.

“Well it’s cause you were in my arms, care to be in them again tonight” he smirks.

*I chuckle absurdly, and then give him a straight face. *

“No.” I say firmly, clearly annoyed. “I’m gonna get another drink.”

I quickly chug the rest of the fairy juice, and shuffle towards the bar.

“Rawrrr, playing hard to get huh gorgeous. Well then, until next time.” I can hear from behind me.

I gag a little and keep heading towards the bar. I pour myself another drink.

“Woah slow down there Cowgirl” I hear from a familiar voice.

I turn to see Gabriel standing behind me with his soft smile.

“Oh thank God, I was beginning to think this was a date party for the creepy Frat Boy angels only.” I jest.

He laughs heartily and keeps beaming.

Then he gasps jokingly and feigns “oh no, you have taken the lords name in vain I must strike you down,” and laughs again.

“Very funny,” I say laughing and rolling my eyes.

“Aha you think I’m joking, but you’ve merely run into another frat bro.” He raises his chest and puts his arms out wide, “hey baby.” He looks around on my wings, “sorry just looking for the tag that says made in heaven.” We both start laughing hysterically, gathering the eyes of everyone else at the party on us.

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