On the back of the letter was a number, I picked up my phone and dialed the number. "Thank you for calling Spiritus Awakening would you like to make an appointment?" There was something familiar about this voice as soft as honey. "I'm calling to talk to spencer? It's Harrison Blake?" A couple seconds later after a lot of page flipping she said: "I see he has you scheduled for dinner at the Giorgio at six? Thats correct yes?" Of course the Giorgio, thats the place we always wanted to go to when we were homeless. "Sir? Is that an okay time?" "Yes that's fine," I said, practically pushing a smile through the phone, "Tell him I'll see him there, thank you." Then I hung up. "The dinner is at six and right now is only..." I looked at my phone, "twelve. Okay I have some time to find my clothes, get ready, and hopefully look presentable." So I started unpacking, got the nicest of my clothes out, 'ironed' them (set a small fire under the butt of my empty gun and used it as a hot iron), and took them to my bathroom with me. I sort of lost track of time in the shower, I guess my new place has an endless water heater. It was 2:30 or something like that when I got in and now it's almost five. "I spent over two hours in my shower?" I asked myself, not so shortly after, I mentally face palmed myself. It was five forty eight by the time I got done getting ready. I saw this, ran to grab my keys and a jacket, ran through my door and locked it, then hurriedly jogged down the steps to the sidewalk below. Turns out that spencer sent a car for me, thank God, I was afraid that I wasn't gunna make it on time because the only place I could park my car was a couple blocks up a pretty steep hill. The driver opened the door and I stepped in and sat down. It was luxurious inside, black leather seats, black, thinly, padded ceiling and floor, and a little fridge filled with my favorite drink, grape Fanta. I grabbed one of the sodas and cracked it open, took a sip and set it down in the cup holder on top of the fridge. Nothing else really happened until the car arrived at the restaurant. Someone opened my door for me and led me into the restaurant to spencer, who, by the way, looked absolutely ravishing in his black Armani suit and royal purple tie, his hair slicked back in a classic comb over. He changed since I last saw him, probably because he isn't malnourished anymore, he has a sharp nose, rigid jaw line, overall he was ruggedly handsome, and his most defining mark, his violet speckled brown eyes. He saw me and his face lit up, I felt my face redden a little. "Harrison!" He got up and hugged me as soon as I got to the table. "I'm so glad to see you again after all these years." He said still smiling wide. "Ya. Good to see you too. You look like a completely different person!" I said staring a little bit. His cheeks reddened a little, "So do you. You really pull off the well fed look." "Yeah you too." I smiled. "Shall we sit?" He asked as he motioned to the table. "Oh! Yeah, of course." He smiled again at my flustered demeanor and pulled out my chair as I sat. He sat across from me and nodded at the waiter that was waiting next to us. "You took the liberty of ordering, I guess?" "You don't mind do you?" "No, I don't. It's nice not having to think for a minute." He smiled. "So..." I said, letting my voice go into a serious tone, "What did you want to talk to me about?" His cheerful demeanor faded, "I was really hoping we could have a nice dinner and a cup or two of wine before we talked, but you were always straight to the point, weren't you?" He sighed. "You've heard the news right? The whole witch hunt on the 'HellBound'?" "Of course I have. You would have to live under a rock to not hear about it." I said. "Well for some reason a large percentage of the Americas' HellBound have started to flock to this city. It's probably why you moved here too." I stared blankly, I felt somewhat cheated that moving here wasn't my choice and that some other HellBound probably brought me here. "I have had to give safehaven to the HellBound that come to Seattle. There are people noticing that there has been an increase in HellBound activity and the HellBound, our people, are in serious danger. I need your help to protect them." He paused and rested his hand on my own. "I can't do this alone. You are the only other human being I have known for a long period of time that is a hellbound. I need your help to find them, help them, train them in the ways self defense, and teach them how to use their abilities." I stared for a minute at his hand on mine and thought about the responsibility he wanted me to take on. I pulled my hand away and said with a shaken voice, "N-no. I c-can't help you. I've tried to stay out of this shit for too long, for my own protection, to just dive headfirst into this cluster fuck of a plan you have. No." I got up and walked out of the restaurant, blocking out his desperate cries of my name to come back.
