This is When We Say Hello

Don't Look Towards Forever

There is a man standing outside the magic wall. Tall, 5' 10", a dark brown pony tail, a lean build, and tan skin. He looks like a body guard, or even someone from Men in Black.
"Ma'am, just follow me." He says without looking at me.
"Okay, but I have a feeling that I should ask who are you." I mean common I'm probably going to meet a lot of new and strange people, it doesn't hurt to know their names.
"I'm here to protect you. Isn't that enough?" He seems very confused. I guess that people don't care to ask for names very often.
"I mean your name, what's your name. It's kind of obvious that you're here to protect me. I need your name to, you know, call you incase I need to be protected more."
"Owen Newman. But to you I'm Newman." He still hasn't looked at me, or if he has he's really good at not showing.
"All right Newman, show me my 'temporary home', as Brian put it." He pulls a black remote out of his pocket, and then the roof opens, just to add to the many surprises today. I need to get used to this.
He turns to me "Ma'am, I'm going to need to carry you."
"The hell? Did I suddenly shrink or turn into a mutant baby? I can walk, or get into a car. I can take care of myself, doing things I do every day. I don't need to be coddled and held. If I need someone to do that, I can call my mom." He starts to laugh.
"Ma'am, I'm need go carry you because that's how we are going to get to your 'temporary home'." Now I'm the one confused. How does carrying me get us where we need to be?     "We're going to jump."
"Oh is your power super strength or something?"
"You could say that. It seems to come in handy with my career choice."
"Well, okay. Carry on. Hee-hee, get it, carry-on." I raise my eyebrows and do jazz hands.
"Yes, I get it." He chuckles, shakes his head, and picks me up. Suddenly it's like I'm flying.
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We hit land with surprising grace, and then we're flying, again. We are not actually flying, just jumping, and contrary to popular belief most of us can't fly. Only five Angels have been accounted for can fly. Those Angels have been from the origin families, maybe I could be one.
"We're here." And to my amazement we are actually there, in front of a house, not a house, a mansion. It's also no where near where we started.
"Well that was fast. Faster than McDonald's fast. I don't even think that they could have made a meal in that time."
"That's why we jumped. You needed to get here fast "
"Job well done Newman. Where do I leave the tip." I try and keep the mood good considering my situation.
"Staying safe and alive, that's my tip." There goes the good mood, but at least he sounds like he genuinely means it. Which means that he'll do pretty much anything to protect me.
"Thank you. I think that I'm going to settle down and go to bed."
I enter the house expecting dust every where, and sheets over all of the furniture. But no, it's a dream. Everything is shiny and bright, not a speck of dust anywhere, and I thought that I was supposed to be clairvoyant.
    "Your room is upstairs." Newman's voice shocks me out of my train of thought.
    "Where are you going to sleep?"
    "I'll sleep in the room across from yours."
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     I walk into the room that Newman has pointed out as mine, and all I see is some kind of joke. There is nothing but a chair, a plain wooden chair, pushed back into far left corner. I was expecting something extravagant, something you would see in a place like this. A four-post King sized bed with a big fluffy duvet, a huge stain glass window depicting a story of the first angels defeating Lucifer. A dresser passed down through generation's of origin families. But no, just a chair. Where am I going to sleep? What am I going to wear? This has to be a test of some kind. I really don't want to have to sleep on the floor.

I walk over to the chair, look behind it, nothing. I look under the chair, where there is a small piece of paper stuck to the bottom. I remove it, carefully opening it. Blank. A blank letter how useful. I crumple the disapointment in my hand, and drop into the chair disgruntled. I rest my head on the back of the chair, when I notice the paper begin to heat up. I sit up startled, and take another look. To my shock lettering appears. 
"Monica, you are probably very confused as to why there is nothing expect for a plain chair. There is actually a very simple explanation for this. That reason is so you can decorate it to your own liking. Normally we would have something else in the room to help along with this, but we need to see the extent of your powers, how numerous they are, which ones that you have, and how fast that they maybe developing. We are going to begin this process right now. Imagine something that you may want in your room, start small, and where you want it. You may have to wait a minute before it shows. It may not work the first time, so try again. If it doesn't work after three times, find Newman and ask for your room. He will understand and give you the object that you need to put together your room. You will also need to ask him for a phone. More will be explained tomorrow.  
                    -Brain
     So this is a test. I give it try. I imagine a dresser full of clothes. I open my eyes and there it is. I open the top drawer, and there's pajamas. The other drawers have pants, shirts, shorts, underwear and bras. On top of the dresser is a small box. I don't remember imagining a small box. I pick up the box and open it. There's a piece of paper. I smile, Brian must have figured out that I could summon things. I pull it out, open it, and start to read it. Taken a back, I realize the hand writing is different.
     "Say hello, my dear Monica. I am deeply sorry that we haven't gotten to meet in person yet, but I promise I'll make it up to you. I just have to say what a beautiful young lady you are. How powerful and independent you've become. I'm so happy, because of how the two strongest families have been combined. Brian is such a smart boy. Not a man yet, though he may yet change and grow. But that's beside the point. How excited am I to see how the Sontradome and Rodney's have been forged into one.  The two strongest origin families, in one body.
     Well, until later may we speak. Oh, don't look towards forever, at least the one you had planned."
     The letter was unsigned, but I knew who it was from. Add the terror caused by this. I open my mouth and scream.