Forbidden // Malachai Boardman (DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Chapter Eight: The Gift?

        There's a couple, a man and a woman. The man's driving their yellow Cadillac, passing the cornfields. They pass a sign "Nebraska...the good life." The scenery changes, the couple are now talking about the radio. Next, the body of a deer is displayed, bloody and bruised. Then they're at a gas station asking to use the telephone. Lastly, the couple are seen. Both hung on crosses and, presumably, dead.        "Tobias!"   I jump awake, terrified, confused, and out of breath. What the fuck was that? My eyes go back into focus as I see the face of Malachai in front of me, looking equally as confused. He's sitting next to me, hands gripping my shoulders. There's a few moments where my labored breathing is the only thing heard before Malachai decides to say something.     "What happened?" He almost demands. I gather myself before responding.      "I just had a really crazy dream..."He has a look on his face.      "What was it about?"     "I saw these people driving, they were going somewhere because I saw them go past the 'welcome to Nebrasaka' sign. Then it just changes to them talking, then to a fucking dead deer on the road, than at a gas station, and then, you guessed it, both of them dead hanging on mother fucking crosses." I rant, freaking out a little bit towards the end.       I see his eyes go wide for a second before they turn serious. He walks to the dresser and pulls out a pair of jeans and a sweater, throwing them on the bed, signaling me to get dressed. I go to open my mouth because, what the fuck, but before I can say anything he's already undermining me.         "Just do it." He demands.   ...Ok then. I grab the clothes and scurry into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I take off my clothes and slip on the jeans, having to roll them up at the bottom, and throw on the sweater. It's still too big, but since it's fitted at the bottom it's not that bad. I take the clothes that were previously discarded in my hand as I open the door and walk out. Malachai was also dressed and currently pacing by the door. I throw my pajamas on the bed and sit down to put my converses on.         When I'm done tying my shoes Malachai takes notice and grabs my wrist, dragging me out the door and down the stairs. My dumbass, still half asleep and thoroughly confused, almost trips numerous times in the seven-seconds it took us to get downstairs; thankfully Malachai's death grip kept me from busting my ass. As we're walking out the door I still have no idea where we're going. I mean, I had a nightmare...everybody has nightmares. However, It was kinda weird that it took place in Nebraska and contained people I don't even know. Speaking of things I don't know, I soon find myself standing outside an old wooden building, a church by the looks of it.       "Malachai, what are we doing here?"As he finishes knocking on the wooden door, he turns to look down at me, furrowing his eyebrows.       "We'll find out soon enough." He says with that same flat tone. Ok then. I find myself looking around for a few moments before the doors open; Isaac steps out in all his preacher-ensemble glory, looking slightly confused.      "What is it Malachai?" He questions.Malachai looks to me for a second before looking back at Isaac and finally reveals the purpose of this 'journey.'      "I believe our dear little Tobias here, possesses the gift of sight."Isaac has a look of surprise on his face as he looks to me.       "And why is that?" He asks Malachai while continuing to look at me.Now I know what people mean when they feel like someone is staring through their soul, especially since I'm getting that feeling from Isaac right about now.        "He had a vision, I'm sure of it. I made him describe it to me." He responds, crossing his arms over his chest.        "And what exactly was it that you saw, Tobias?" Isaac looks back at me, with that same intense almost-glare; putting me on the spot.       "I-I I just had a nightmare," I go to stop but see Isaac's eyebrows raise. "Some couple were driving, through Nebraska apparently, hit a deer, tried to go get help at a gas station, and It ended with them hanging on crosses. Pretty sure they were dead." I explain quickly, trying to just get to the point.      Isaac has a look of recognition on his face before he decides to speak.           "He who walks behind the rows notified me of this coming, but I would have never thought It was going to be you, Tobias." He informs, a fascinated look overtaking his features.       I furrow my eyebrows, looking up at him with a confused stare. The gift of sight? The fuck is that? I'm guessing that 'nightmare' means something because it's becoming a big deal.      "You, my child, have been blessed with a gift; the gift of sight. You see happenings before they take place, clairvoyance if you will. This is a very important responsibility. If you see anything, and I mean anything at all, even if you don't believe it's something, tell either me or malachai."      "Yes sir." I say hesitantly while nodding my head, taking this all in.      "Now, while we're on this topic, how has your stay been going so far?" He basically interrogates me, like he's waiting for me to say something that he doesn't like; I tread these waters very carefully.       "It's been...eventful." I respond with a weak smile, trying to put some reassurance in my words. And it's at that moment that my stomach decides to let out the most monstrous sound ever, causing my eyes to widen in embarrassment as Isaac chuckles lightly.      "You've not eaten yet, have you child?" He inquired.I shake my head lightly, looking at the floor.     "Malachai," He stands to attention at the mention of his name. "Take him home, make him some soup, and then put him back to bed. He will need the energy for his job training and especially with this new...situation at hand." He demands, looking at Malachai with expectancy. Malachai nods as Isaac continues.       "You are to report back here tomorrow morning for job pick.''       "Yes sir." I replied.    Malachai grabs my upper arm as usual, guiding me as we walk back to the house. I keep seeing him glance down at me from the corner of my eye, probably wondering how I'm taking all of this. However, we soon arrive at the house, walking in Malachai guides me to the kitchen. He grabs me under my arm pits and lifts me up onto the counter, next to the stove. He turns the knob on the stove and grabs out a pack of matches from a drawer, effectively lighting the stove top.      He grabs a pot and a can of soup from the cupboards above the sink, setting the pot on the stove and dumping the contents of the can inside. I yawn as I sit on the counter watching him, thinking about how in the fuck I ended up here. I mean, I was in the middle of moving to a new state I didn't want to go to, watched the little bit of 'family' I have left die, got kidnapped by the killers of said 'family,' got the shit beat out of me, and now I somehow possess 'magical' abilities. This is fucked up.      "Tobias?" I look up at him.    "Yes sir?" I respond.    "What do you think of this? You'll be able to handle it, yes?" He questions, staring at me as he stirs the soup. I think for a second before replying.     "To be honest sir, I don't even really know what "this" is. Well, I know now that I apparently can see into the future, but I don't know how it works, when it works, or even why it works, so I'm essentially going into "this" with no fucking idea of what I'm doing or how I'm going to do it." I say softly, fidgeting with my hands; tired from the long day. He huffs out a laugh, smirking.      "For someone so tiny, you sure do have a lot in you." He says, scooping soup into two bowls.      "Um, thank you sir?" I say, not really knowing how to take that.    He sets me down from the counter and pushes me slightly indicating that I go forward. I allow him to guide me past the Island and into the dinning room. Malachai sets the plates at both ends of the four-seater wooden table, pulling out a sear for me to sit then sitting himself. We eat in silence, with me scarfing down my bowl within a couple of minutes. I cross my arms on top of the table and place my head on them, facing to the side so I'm looking out of the window that's above the sink in the kitchen, patiently waiting for Malachai to finish his food. When he's done he takes both his and my bowl with me following behind like a puppy, slowly learning his cue's and understanding what he expects of me. I yawn again as he puts the bowls in the sink. He looks over at me, smirking amusingly.       "That tired huh?"I glance at him before nodding, trying to suppress yet another yawn half way through.     "Yes sir." I say while wrapping my arms around myself. I see him pause for a moment, seemingly thinking about something briefly, before he speaks again.      "Can I trust you to sleep in your own room tonight without trying to run away?"I process what he says before my eyes widen and I respond enthusiastically.      "Yes sir!," I say, nodding my head frantically. "And I definitely won't be trying anything soon with what happened last time so.." Trailing off at the end in mention to the first and last time I tried getting out of here.       He nods his head and grabs me by my upper arm, taking us upstairs to the first room I saw upon first entering the house. It was a plain off-white with a four poster bed in the left corner, a dresser on the opposite wall of the bed, and a bookshelf full of books next to the closet door that resided in the left corner, across from the bed. He leads me to the bed before telling me to sit down.       "I'll be right back, stay here." He walks out of the door and towards his room. He comes back in with a pair of sweatpants and a coil of rope. He throws the pants at me as he starts messing with the rope.         "Put those on. And this is to ensure you don't go anywhere." He gestures to the rope in his hand. I switch out the jeans for the sweats as Malachai ties the rope to one of the bed posts at the bottom of the bed, telling me to lay down. I get comfy, as comfy as I could get in the predicament I'm in, and then Malachai ties my right ankle to the right-end bed post; making it so that I won't be able to get up without someone undoing the rope. He grabs the blanket and pulls it up to my chin.        "Go to sleep. We have shit to do tomorrow."      "Yes sir, goodnight sir."He grunts in response as he walks out the door. 

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