Tale of the Prophet Bearer: The Dark Queen's Reign

Chapter 7: The voices begin talking

^ Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins ^

(A/N)

*Peeks in* Hello? Is there anybody there? Sorry it took me forever and a day to update. I've been busy with school, new music lessons, and just general life. I've got a longer chapter to make up for that.

Enjoy!

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I take a deep breath, breathing in the familiar scent. Freshly cut grass and lemonade. I pause a moment, before starting down the street, weaving past the rows of condos and taking particular care to stay away from the house with the mean dog in the back yard. It seems like forever since I've been to see Mr. Jenkins. Usually, I would come once or twice a week, but it's been, what? A few weeks since I've been?

Dealing with powers and moving into a new house, coming to work has slipped my mind. Also, Tucker was about to drive me to my last nerve with talking so much, so I needed to get out of the house. He was pretty quiet and grumpy for a while, but now we can barely get him to stop talking. Or trying to soak us every time we walk in a room.

I heave a sigh and pause in front of Mr. Jenkins' condo. I peer inside the window. The light inside told me he or his wife was home. Maybe I should knock... Or maybe I should just start working. The weeds are pretty bad and the grass needs cutting. I square my shoulders and stride forward, kneeling by the flower bed. I glance back first to make sure there are no lawn mowers behind me, then begin pulling the weeds.

The door creaks open and I look up. Seeing Mr. Jenkins got my heart racing. My mind flashes back to a few weeks ago when those men took me. I remembered Coulson and how I saw him. I saw him with Mr. Jenkins. They were talking.

He gives me a warm smile as he eases back on the porch swing. "Christina," He leans back, his wrinkled hands lightly wrapped around his cane. "I'm glad to see you back."

"Hi," I return his smile, hoping I didn't look too nervous. "I'm sorry I've been gone so much. Things god kinda busy and chaotic."

"It's fine, it's fine, I understand." He trails his fingers against the handle of the cane. "I've had many busy weeks myself."

He starts telling me about what happened while I was gone. Instead of letting my mind wander, I listen this time. I listen very carefully. I start running low on weeds to pull and patience and he still hasn't mentioned anything about Coulson. I know he doesn't know that they were together here, so he shouldn't be too worried about my finding out something. But still, he barely even hints at it.

I brush my palms against my jeans, the rich soil leaving a mark on the fabric. "Uh, hey," I say suddenly, not giving myself a chance to think.

He pauses and nods, waiting for me to continue.

"Where did you..." I resist saying 'uh', tilting my head up as I tried to think of the right words. "Where were you working? Before you retired? I mean, I think you told me," I stutter and try to keep my voice steady, but lying straight through my teeth was hard for me to do and not be nervous. "But I can't remember."

"Oh, my job," He smiles, his wrinkled face crinkling with nostalgia. "Ah, yes. I enjoyed that job very much. And I was fairly good at it too. My boss always seemed to say good things about me. At least, that's what one of my students say."

"Students?"

Mr. Jenkins turns his gaze towards me, lowering his voice a little. "I used to train people to work as government agents, kinda like the FBI."

"Really?" I force my voice to sound excited and surprised. But I'm not sure how convincing it was.

However convincing or unconvincing it was, it worked for him. "Really," He leans back in his seat. He waves his hand in front of him as if showing off some great horizon. "I trained other people and helped them get ready for the field."