Phoenix

Brief Explanation

Rowena and Kai were understanding. They didn't ask many questions, and the ones they did ask were simple. For the last two hours I had with them, we talked mostly and said our goodbyes. Before I knew it, I was back in the bunker in my room. The room had lost its appeal. I must have lost the excitement of this place.

I laid in the bed with a couple of books on it. Several were about the lore of monsters. Others were about the Phoenix itself. From the time I've gotten home, I sneaked the books in my room and locked up in here. The first book I read spoke of the first Phoenix. Hephaestus was the Greek fire god. He was an exile from Olympus for disowning Zeus. He spent the rest of his immortal life on Earth, but he was no help there.

The next book was of Pliny the Elder. His story was about how he searched for something to save his mother. Turns out he fed her some ashes of a Phoenix. The ashes ended up ingesting the woman completely until she was nothing like a human. She was one with the Phoenix. The only thing I learned from this story was that ashes do not help anyone.

Though the mist of all of that, I did find two things. The Phoenix can take human form, which means I am not fully human. I am just a vessel for the bird. Complicated as it seems, it gets worse. Secondly, I have pyrokinesis. It allows me to manipulate fire and generate it whenever I please. That's something to know.

By the fourth book, I was burnt out. I couldn't read anymore. I learned so much at the late Gods and Goddesses that were Phoenix that I completely lost all common knowledge.

Two knocks applied to my door. I hurried up and put the books under my bed. I kick them with my foot, which hurt so damn bad.

"Come in," I commanded. All three walked in the room was a powerful stance. I felt like I was in the army and the general came in to check everyone's bunks. I had the urge to stand up, but I remain seated.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Dean asked. He looked toward the floor, as did I, and I saw I didn't kick the books far enough. I push the books again and looked back up at them. Sam looked like he was trying to control a smile that so shamelessly came across his face.

"No, not really," I confessed. "It doesn't tell me about anything except I am a vessel, and I can make fire." I huffed. "Yet, I don't know how to do it." I slid back on the bed and fixed my clothes.

"We have something for you that may help." Jack pulled a box from behind his back. It was small but very dense. He struggled to hold it up. I took the box from him in one swift. It wasn't even heavy.

"Super strength is part of the Phoenix, I guess too." Sam laughed. He walked to my bed and sat. I placed the box on my bed and began to unpack the contents.

In the box, they were tape recorders. A set of them. Most were a dark color brown, years on wearing and tearing on them. Others were new. Well, it looked new. They were still brown, but the that surrounded the tape preserved it.

"We found these in the basement. Thought you would like to know what's on there." Sam handed me a tape with a player. I slipped the tape in and listened. A voice began to talk.

1958: Men of Letter's Bunker: David Sullivan

"It's in 1958. January 6. Malcolm and I returned from a hunt with a mysterious monster. One that smells of smoke and fire. That of breath is covered in ash and touch is as wicked as the Devil.

We discovered the name for this monster when it spoke to us in human form. It is a Phoenix, bird-like creature that is of destruction and evil. Experiments will start on January 7th, 1958."

1958: Men of Letter's Bunker: David Sullivan

"As I mentioned in the last tape, the experiments began today. We didn't know what we're getting into. The Phoenix is a powerful force of nature. Most like a ancient god of some sort. It can take pain up to the fullest amount. The only thing that's stops is iron.