The Contamination

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

            I turned off the headlights of the BMW and drove up the road leading to an automobile garage. Pulling my bag onto my shoulders I cut off the engine and got out of the car. Avoiding the floodlights that illuminated the area, I made the short walk to the main office. After fingering my hair, I bent a hairpin out of shape and got on my hands and knees in front of the familiar door.

            After a few seconds the large steel door was unlocked and I swung it open to see a large body slumped over the desk, as though the man was taking a nap on the job. I took a wide circle around the body and focused my eyes and gun on the figure's chest, noticing that there was no movement, but then again I didn't always breath too. His head was bald and body looked very muscular, from the back he resembled  Mr. Clean.

             The room although cluttered,dingy and old, was clean (guess he lived up to his name ;) ) and did not hold the stench  of death, while the figure smelt familiar like happy summer days and cozy winter nights. He smelt ...like home.

            Suddenly he was standing, one moment laying and in the other upright. As soon as my eyes had caught up with his movement my gun had too, then upon seeing his face, I quickly lowered it.

            "About damn time you came," he said in his deep, serious voice.  "Been here waiting for two hours and thirty-four minutes.  Do you understand that you've wasted two and a half hours of my time, I should be training the-" He stopped mid-sentence and took a step closer to me"....Your iris is pale and surrounded by red instead of white, when did you last feed?"

           

            "Right before I left," I hesitated "On Thursday night..."

            "Today is Tuesday! Are you insane, you're all I've left of my sister, would you sooner I had nothing at all?!" The volume of his voice hadn't increased but the tone and anger in each word made me cringe. He clenched and opened his fist once, twice, three times, before I raised my head and looked into his steely grey, gold flecked eyes.

            "I am aware of the date, as you are similarly aware of the mission I was on these past days. I am a vampire like you, but I'm different, I can survive perfectly well without feeding for an entire week. The rest of you should try to train yourselves to be stronger." By the time I had finished, I had not only looked up, but meet his eyes with a stare of my own that told him I would not tolerate being spoken to as though I were a child.

             "I retrieved the box," I told him as I swung the bag forward and took the small, intricately carved and beautifully painted box from one of the bags inner pockets." Here you go Uncle."

            He slowly extended his large hand as though he were afraid to damage the package. So I thrust it forward slightly and as soon s it touched his skin, he yelped and jumped backward. His brown fingers were singed and emitting smoke where the box had been in contact with his skin.

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            "How do you hold it?" He asked, turning towards the small fridge, in search of an ice pack. "The legend said that it was meant for me, for the last male child of the great Zacari and Prosphi lines. My parents, my siblings, they are dead, I am the last one because I cannot produce... It was meant for me,I am a leader, I have to lead Zayan, but you hold it." His eyes suddenly widen and he dropped his burnt hand. " But, you are the last child of my late sister, Meiza, it is meant for you. You're motives and soul are pure, you will lead. "

            My legs began to shake underneath me and my vision blurred with tears, "I can't do it....I wasn't trained, it wasn't meant for me, this is yours." I felt like the world was crumbling around me, I'm just a foot soldier in this insurrection. "It can't be..."

           

            "Only the pure can touch it, only the who it is meant for can open. You can touch it, if open it and it is final. We will rise and you will lead us against Cicado, open it Zaria, it was meant for you."

            The tears that had filled my eyes now spilled over and poured down my face. My mother could have led them, she was kind and gentle, while being wise, passionate and purposful. But me? I was a soldier, an assassin, a finder, but not a leader, where could I lead them, but to failure...?

            I sat down and gingerly picked up the box from where it had fallen beside me. Then stared into the lock. It began to scan my iris, when the door was suddenly flew open behind me.

So the chapter's done (sorry, I know it was short, but I've got school work to do!!), let me know what you guys think!!

*What do you think of Uncle??

*Zaria pass the eye scan??

*Who busted the door open??

*Looks like there's gonna be something with the Potentate!!

*What's in the box??

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