The New Host

II. Victim to the Face of God

       I hopped off of my motorcycle, and walked speedily into the school with my head down. I stopped at my locker, and got my books out for 1st and 2nd periods. I sat down in the middle of the class, and put my head down, hoping not to attract too much attention. In my classroom is where the dread seemed strongest, and it was odd how everyone seemed to mill about happily. Once everyone arrived, I put my hood over my head, and pretended I was asleep. As I was lying down, I thought about the dreams I've been having. I thought about that strange voice in my head, and I thought about the sense of dread. Everything has been so odd lately, and it doesn't seems as if random things are happening for no reason.

       "Yes my dear child, put the pieces together. You're dread will end soon enough", said the voice in my head. I was about to ignore it, until everything licked. The dreams. The voices. The feeling of dread. Somehow it all fits together. It seemed like something bad was about to happen, because it was. I thought that my dreams were warning me of something major happening. But they were. Somehow, I've been warning myself of what's going to happen. Something big is going to happen, and it must have something to do with my...

        Before I could finish my thought, the entire room went so silent, you could here dirt moving along the tile floor. I looked up to see what was going on, but once I did, I was face to face with the face of God. Michael Cummings was everyone's love interest. I couldn't imagine a single girl in our school that didn't fantasize about him. He  was about 6 feet tall, and had the body of a Hollywood actor. His dazzling smile, and sexily messy hair attracted everyone to him. But the real attraction were his eyes. To society, brown eyes are nothing special, but society has never met Michael Slay. His eyes were so dark they almost looked black, but no one could turn away. Staring into his eyes would put you into a hypnotic trance. He obviously knows this, and uses it to his advantage, but nobody cares. He was just that beautiful. I've never personally talked to him, but everyone says that he's a nice, thoughtful guy.

       "We need to go right now", he said snapping me out of my trance. Woah, woah, woah. Despite his overwhelming sexiness, and the weird shit going on right now, I know better than to just follow high school boys around. He looked into my eyes, and I looked directly into his on instinct. "Follow me", he said. Suddenly, I felt calm. I felt like I could trust him, and that I needed to follow every instruction he gave me. And like a lost sheep, I followed him.

       "Follow the boy my young child. He will lead you to your destiny", said the voice in my head. This was really starting to piss me off. I only have a clue of what's going on, I'm following a practical stranger (a sexy one, but still a stranger), and I have another stranger talking to me in my head. "Michael where are we going", I asked him. He looked at me once again, and simply replied "A safe place Avyanna, just follow me". Oh My God! Michael Cummings knows my name! I only pondered on that for a few seconds, and he seemed to realize it. In fact, he seemed to realize a lot of things. He seems to uptight, to aware. He led me out of the muted school building, and you will never guess what happened next. He told me to hold tight, and I immediately questioned his statement. He proceeded grab me with his big muscular arms, and flew. Literally flew straight into the air. Me being the kind of person I am, I immediately passed out.