The Most Powerful (The Unchangeable)

Chapter 3 (Many Centuries Later...)

      The year 2001: I was walking through the town of what they call Fife lake, Michigan. I had seen everyone gossiping on the streets about what they heard of the "Chosen Ones". Apparently, they were rightfully chosen by God. But this town was much different than others. The people here could see God, could talk to him just by looking up at the sky.
      It's strange. I thought I might have seen someone I knew do it. They call God "The Spirit". Makes sense, but then where's the Devil? He's gotta be around here somewhere. Maybe in people's heads, or maybe up their ass.
       It's been so many centuries that I lost count. I'm very old, but I still look very young. Perks for not aging. Otherwise, I would be dead. In fact, I would've died a long time ago.
      I walked into the mini mart down the street. I needed some shampoo. I was running low on the stash I stole last week. As I walked in, the cashier kept an eye on me. I went into the hair product section. I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was looking.
     Great. They must have gotten the cops involved after someone had been shoplifting. I glanced over at the door, realizing they had installed a machine that would go off if someone had been shoplifting. This had to be one of the first stores to have one around here.
      I stuffed the shampoo into my inside jacket pocket. Just as I realized, the cop was staring at me.
      "Hey. What do you think you're doing, ma'am?" He said calmly. I chucked it for the door, making my escape. He ran after me yelling,"Hey! You're gonna have to pay for that! Hey!" I laughed as I ran, feeling free again. I finally felt like myself again.
      After the police officer tripped over his own feet, and stumbled to the ground, I got away. As I ran, I was too busy enjoying myself that I must have forgotten where I was going. I slammed into someone's body. Their body was huge and muscular, which made me fall to the ground. Although, I was so petite compared to them, so they were still standing.
      "Watch where you're going, idiot," I said in an extremely rude tone as I stood myself up, brushing myself off.
      "I wasn't the one that ran into you, witch," he spoke in a deadly tone. I looked up to realize that his face looked like someone I knew. He had deep, chocolate brown eyes, with dark brown hair. His skin was a perfect shade of olive tone. He was extremely huge as well.
      He stood at about six feet, as I stared up from at least five feet. He was as big as someone I saw before. I had a flashback from the cellar.
      "Yeah. I know what you are. You're a demonic little bitch witch," he said in a cold voice. I stared in disbelief. How did he know what I was? Does he know about the rest of my powers?
      He stared at me as if he was staring into my soul. I kept staring with the same disgusted sneer on my face. But there was this evil darkness that swept over. It wasn't quite as powerful as the man that slit my mother's throat, but strong.
       "I'd watch my back if I were you," he spoke, looking directly into my eyes. Then, he shoved past me, and walked away, his leather jacket jingling about at its designer buckles.
      I cautiously wandered about, trying to think about the recognition I saw when looking into his eyes. I took a stroll down by the lake. People stared as they walked by. I looked up at the sunny sky, realizing I was wearing complete black clothing, along with my usual black makeup. Being goth is one of my strong suits.
      I walked over to a bench near by the lake. The sun was glimmering across the water, forcing me to look at it. I watched as a fish swam about in the five foot deep water. The fishes lives were amazing. They didn't have to worry about anything. Everything is provided for them for free.
      Just then, something bigger was swimming up. It was not a fish. In fact, it was a mermaid. I stared, trying to get a closet look at the creature that looked just like me myself in the water.
      Those blond curls... wait a second. I recognized the hair, along with the fair skin. Then, all the sudden, with one big loud splash, the mermaid had hopped up three feet in the air. The mermaid stared at me in the face as I moved out of water's way.
      "Sam!" She yelped, flopping out of the water onto land. My lips parted as I stared in the face of my long lost sister.
      "Samantha," I spoke softly, surprised. I lit up in recognition while steaming Samantha's tail with my own mermaid magic. After Samantha was completely dry, she jumped up to hug me. I shoved her away, saying,"No touchie. Get off... you're embarrassing."
      I shoved her away, eventually. She gave me a super annoying shrug with a smile and a squeal she used to give me when she was happy.
      "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, trying to put together what happened.
     "Don't call upon hell," Samantha furrowed her brows together, shaming me. I rolled my eyes, moving on.
      "You haven't changed a bit," I said, disgusted, looking her up and down. Samantha seemed obviously to what I said as she went on.
      "What have you been doing?" Samantha asked joyfully. I looked her dead in the eyes, knowing that she hadn't been, but hoping she had.
      "Surviving."
      Samantha just stared blankly at me, clearly not clicking. "Anyway..." I said, trying to break the silence of the awkward moment."Have you seen that guy lately?"
       "What guy?" Samantha questioned, staring at me.
      "The man that knew what we are," I said, nodding snobby like.
      "Oh! Yeah, I bumped into him, and he threatened me," Samantha said, smiling like an idiot.
      "What are you smiling for? This isn't something to smile about," I spoke as if she was stupid.
      "What's not to smile about?" Samantha asked, swaying back and forth, giggling.
      "There was a connection, Samantha. And his presence... it felt so dark, and cold. His life is half empty, I could sense it."
      "I'd say it's half full," Samantha nodded stupidly as if trying to make a point. I rolled my eyes, landing on a posted sign on a tree near by. I marched my way towards it, completely forgetting Samantha. It was a "Most Wanted" sign. And number one on the list read, with a large picture of a face that I'd seen. The brown eyes, hair, everything. The man I bumped into earlier was the most wanted criminal.
      Ethan.

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      I walked up to the warehouse. Satan would finally be pleased enough to lay back on the bitching. Satan was far more pathetic than me. He may be scary, I'll give him that, but at least I killed two Chosen Animals. Satan had only killed one.
      I walked in to our pitiful gathering. It had already been pitiful enough. Satan was pacing back and forth, mumbling things, or people to torcher. I stepped up near the altar trying to make Satan aware that I was standing around, waiting to be noticed. He finally looked up at me in a manner of expectation.
     "They're here."
      "Tell me more!" Satan's eyes lit up like a match in excitement. Not only lit up, but the flames grew higher.
      "I saw them both. Sam and Samantha. You were right, about everything," I said, almost complimentingly.
      "Yes!" Satan screamed, throwing tables and objects near him like an excited banchee as I stood with no expression, watching. "Have you met Viberant Dawn yet?" He spoke, freezing up.
      "No," I said, a little anxiously.
      "It's time to make a move," Satan spoke, looking me dead in the eye. "Find them. Take them and bring them to me. I think you're ready. We've been practicing for millions of centuries. Are you ready?"
      "Yes," I said, not thinking twice.
      "This ends here and now."

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      I looked around at the beautiful flowers, skipping down the sidewalk. What a beautiful day. I love spring. I said hello to everyone around the block. I love people, I thought to myself.
      I love everyone in this town. People are amazing. There is no such thing as a bad person, everyone is made that way.
      As I was busy thinking, I accidentally bumped into someone. They caught me by the arms before I fell to the ground.
      "Pardon me. That was so rude of me. I am so-" I broke off, realizing it was the same man I ran into earlier. The one Sam shown me that had been on the Most Wanted list. He looked down upon me, glaring. Or maybe that was just his face... I hoped.
      "God, you are annoying," he said, grabbing me tighter.
      "Um... ow. You're hurting me," I said, trying to worm away out of his grip. He let go with one hand, pulling me down the street with the other. "What are you doing? Where are you taking me?"
      He took us around the corner, but all I saw was white. Then all the sudden, there was a glowing ball in front of me. It looked like a globe, with tons of pretty designs. But everything got dark, except for the globe.
      I lost my thoughts. It seemed everything went dark. I didn't like it, yet I let it take control. It was like I was being compelled.
      My thoughts snapped back into place when a hand grasped my forearm. They turned my whole body around with one hand. His face was gorgeous, and his Auburn hair looked so soft and silky. His eyes were the color of black. The evil color. He was also extremely huge.
      About as big as the man I saw that slit Mother's throat in the cellar. He kept a slight smirk on his face, as if playing me. Then, he finally spoke.
      "Hello. I'm Viberant Dawn."