Guidance is Key

I have only one purpose in life, to rid the world of sinners. I'm immortal, and my kind is called the Guardians. We work under the righteous hand of God Himself. I spend my time on earth, in human form, until I die of natural causes or I am killed. Both have happened in the past few hundred years many times. We Guardians made a pact with God stating we must rid the world of sinners for as long as we can.

Not every Guardian was too happy about the pact though; they fled into the holes of the earth. That's how our enemies were made. Their species are called the Gatherers. If they thought they spotted a Guardian, they would earn the Guardian's friendship and kill him. Our deaths at the hands of a Gatherer are not like any other of our human deaths, though. We are goners after a Gatherer kills us. God was the one who made the Gatherers to punish the fleeing Guardians. Not a single Guardian could tell if their friend was a Gatherer or just a regular person. Both species kept their secrets well hidden. Although, there are still about one thousand Guardians still living on earth, and I am one of them.

My name is Florence, and I am the only Guardian that can tell a Gatherer from a human. I have some other Guardians at my side...well, three of them actually. Their names are Raven, Max, and the runt we call Pip. I've been on the earth for about sixteen years after dying last time. I hadn't developed my potential in my last human life until three months before dying. I was still getting used to it.

You know how a dog can sense when something is really bad? Well, whenever a Gatherer is around I start to act like a dog; that's why all my buds treat me like one. I assure you, that no Guardian is doing his or her job because of all the Gatherers running around on a killing spree. They always keep it nice and quiet; believe me I've seen it before. All of this chaos going around means that we really never get to report back to God because really I think he's holding a little bit of a grudge against us Guardians.

All my buds and I were heading out toward one of my other friends that I met back in another life I had. I still wonder if he will remember me. His name was Venice. He was a pretty nice guy, but there was always something a little off about him, but I could never put my finger on it. The last time I met him was before I found out my potential, so I'll have to be cautious around him, even though he told me he was a Guardian like me. He lived around Chicago, Illinois, so it wasn't that much of a haul from Valparaiso, Indiana. My buds and I were already in Zion, so we were pretty close to getting to my friend to help us out on our journey, to live. We all had a lot of close calls on the travel, so I was defiantly not going to be cocky.

We were driving to Chicago, and it would be about an hour and thirty minutes to get there. We had some time. I chatted with my buds, and they said that we probably should get some information about the city of Chicago. None of us has been to Chicago, so we need to know about this place. Venice is a moving Guardian; we never really know where he is but this time is different.

Venice sent me a prism gram to tell us to come as fast as we can. We found an abandoned cookie factory to settle in for the night. Not very lucky for us, it was around Halloween, meaning the House of Doom was taking up space in the factory. Great, now we will have to settle for some screaming teens, although the only way we can get in to the building is through admission. Luckily I have some money from a while ago.

We walk into the building, and we can all clearly see why it is called and used as the House of Doom. The ceiling was all black and the pipes were still showing. Ugh... this place gives me the chills, and a not a lot of things can scare me. We walk up to the admission gate to pay. The guy at the gate looked really freaky, especially since his costume made him look like a serial killer. Giving money to a fake serial killer. Nice going, Florence. Okay, getting in was quite easier than I thought it was going to be.