I took a step back, shocked by the unexpected development!
Just what the hell...?! My eyes closed as I looked up, and the glaring light made my eyes shut for a moment. Every one of the lights seemed as if they wished to blind me at this moment of time.
Jesus!
Trying to get my eyes refocused on him, I saw him still grinning with that toothy, smile, but the look was completely gone from before. He was... normal. Was it my imagination? It had to be, no one can look like that...
"Nice to... meet you?" I questioned a bit at my actions as I shook his hand.
"Nice to meetcha to. Now, onto business, since you are new, you are probably unfamiliar with 'The Flock', 'The Riptides', 'The High-Flies', 'The Puffing Dragons', 'The Gorgeous Man In The Front of The Flock', 'The-'
"I get it, I get it, I get it... Yes, I am unfamiliar with them. All of them, literally. And just for the record, did you call yourself the gorgeous man in the front of the flock as a title of a team?" I was laughing my butt off. Hearing him rattle off so many random titles was just too funny to hold in.
I don't care how uptight a situation is, this guy would crack me up even in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Well, unless he was 'ahead' of himself.
"Alright, I was just checking. Sheesh, tough crowd." He turned his back towards me, but my head could peer just over his shoulder.
He lifted his finger and started pointing towards the posters on the wall.
"Now, as the forerunner and the one selected by choosing the smallest straw, I was told to give you all the information you needed today, just so it wasn't-how to put this- AS awkward as when you first saw me." He tilted his head slightly down at the end.
"Hey man, it isn't my fault. That thing is ugly-"
"Okay, before the peanut gallery can cut in, I am going to name the ones from the right to the left, let me know if you have any questions about them AFTER you know their names."
"Yes, mom."
"... I ain't yo mama, I ain't you daddy, I am your your freaking devout servant today. Tomorrow, however, I will drop you without hesitation, my friend.
Now, on the left, we have...
Yours truly, me!"
The boy in the photo, aka apparently the man in-front of me, did not have a scar on his chest, but his wings were like a bat's. His eyes were completely closed, and I noticed how everyone's eyes were closed in the photos as well...
"Next up, Noah. You will come to know him as someone who, ah, likes to criticize my jokes, and finds them to be unamusing. Hey, just because I find acts of humiliating others to be hilarious, doesn't mean that he should be so against me..."
The same bat-like wings were sat on Noah's back, however no scar was on his chest, and he enjoyed long brown hair which complimented his blinding blue eyes. He looked so innocent yet, was he?
"Then we have Clarararara. Also known as just Clara, for short." He laughed.
Clara's photo had white hair, so long that the photo couldn't even shown it all, and her wings seemed like an eagle's which could have been because they had a brownish tint to them, or maybe they... were a slightly-oversized eagles wings? What was most shocking was the eyepatch draped over her left eye...
"The next two are Wilcox and Mikael. Wilcox is a self-proclaimed and unproven marksman, while Mikael is... well... you will have to meet him to see."
"What do you mean?" I tilted my ear toward him.
"He is extremely different, to be completely blunt. A bit of an ass, but you will see." He wouldn't give any real detail.
Wilcox was a short, brown haired boy, but unlike the expressionless photos, he was actually, smiling and had his right hand up? It almost looked like he was waving.
Mikael was wearing earmuffs in his photo, and black-angel like wings protruded from his back. A giant B could be seem on the purple earmuffs.
The final one, was a girl... A smoking hot girl.
"Who's that?" I quizzed him, even though I could read the name underneath but I did not take a single eye off her photo...
"That, that is Teresa. Be wary of her." He warned me.
"Why?"
"Don't ask me everything, jess, you just met the flock and still have time to look around. I did my duty, and I don't feel like answering anymore questions, so tata!" He waved as he walked away.
'Jess, you didn't even really answer any questions' I thought but didn't say.
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Playing God- ORIGINAL
HorrorIn 2017, on a mission with a good friend named Thomas Kelly, we began writing this story, which is known as 'Playing God'. In early 2018, we began re-writing the early chapters of the story, and 8 months after that, with only 5 or 6 chapters rewritt...