The Gifted: Part 2. Prologue
My mouth dropped open and, if there had been any flies this high up, I probably would have swallowed quite a few before I was able to speak.
“I’m prophesied to do what?” I said, complete astonishment and disbelief invading my voice. “Okay, I’ve been here for less than an hour, and already we’ve come to the conclusion that I am the fulfillment of some prophesy. Can we say CRAZY? Or maybe the better word would be insane.”
Phaller glared at me, warning me to hold my tongue.
“You are the only fourth generation Gifted that we have ever seen,” Corree replied “and your father is one of us, but does not know it. You fit the prophesy exactly.”
I couldn’t help but be at least a bit skeptical. I mean, only a week ago I was looking forward to being a somewhat low quality science teacher, and now I’m supposedly going to kill some guy I’d never even heard of before today. Still, I couldn’t argue with Corree’s logic.
But maybe I should go back in time a little bit and explain my life. Or rather, what my life used to be like. Oh and believe me, it is completely possible that I literally meant the thing about going back in time.