The Forgotten Slayer

CHAPTER 3: Chosen.

"Your appointment is in ten minutes. I'm going to drop you off at the door so you won't be late and then park the car. I'll be in, in a minute." My Mother says pulling up to the door to the Doctor's office.

"Okay Mom." I say getting out of my Mother's station wagon and walk to the door.

After giving my name at the counter, I sit and wait for my name to be called. My Mother walks in and asks "Did they call you in yet?"

"Mom, I'm still sitting in the waiting room." I sniped.

"I'm just checking. What's with your snippy attitude today?"

I sigh heavily before answering. "I'm sorry Mom, I'm just tired."

"Bastian Remington?" The nurse calls out and waits for someone to respond.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" My Mom asks me.

"No, I'll be fine." I say getting up and walk to the nurse waiting in the doorway.

"Bastian?" The nurse asks.

"Yeah." I say back.

"Follow me, we're going to room 7. After I take your vitals; undress, put on the johnny and the Doctor will be in shortly."

"Okay" I say, barely paying attention.

After taking my vital she leaves the room. It's quiet and I'm left to my thoughts.

'Why did it feel like I died when that girl was being killed?' I lean back against the room bed to get more comfortable. I relived my dream with perfect detail. 'What was wrong with that guys face?' I think before my thoughts are interrupted by a door opening. A tall handsome young guy enters the room. We look at each other for what seems like forever.

Not able to bare the awkward silence anymore I say "You're not Doctor Aguiar."

He clears his throat before answering in an English accent "No, no I'm not. My name is Andrew, Andrew Pennyworth." After another awkward silence he then says "Your watcher."

"My what? I think you have the wrong room dude. Psychological help is further down the hall." This makes him smile.

"Your case is an unprecedented one, to say the least. The Slayer has never been a male before and this has caused a lot of confusion with the counsel. Which is why it has taken so long to reach out to you Bastian. I'm truly sorry for that."

I stare at him with a blank expression, trying to decide whether or not to yell for someone else.

"Let me explain further." He starts again. "Into every generation there is a Chosen one. She or in this case he... alone will stand against the vampires, demons and the forces of darkness. Sh...He is the Slayer."

"Okay buddy, I've had enough of this bullshit.... NURSE!" I yell to anyone in hearing distance.

"The Nurse works for the counsel, she will not come. Let me ask you, have you been having dreams of other Slayers. Women in battle, fighting with demons and vampires? Dying?" My shocked and confused expression gives him the answer he is looking for.

"Meet me at this address tonight, we must begin your training as soon as possible." He hands me a business card with an address on it. "Tell no one where you are going and do not be seen. You cannot tell anyone, even your parents about this."

He goes to leave the room but stops as I ask "Is the Doctor still coming in?"

He smirks and then says "No, you can go back to your mother in the waiting room."

"What if she asks what the Doctor said?" I ask confused.

"Make something up, you will no longer be taking the medication anyway. You will need all of your abilities to fight the great evils of the world. Prophetic dreams are a part of that." With one last smile he leaves the room.

I sit in silence for few minutes trying to make sense of what just happened. When I feel like I've sat there long enough, I get dressed and head back out to the waiting room and find my Mother reading one of the out dated magazines that are always there.

"How'd it go?" She asks me.

"Huh? Oh, fine." I say back still thinking about the encounter.

"What did she say though?" She says irritated at my lack of response.

"She increased the dose of medicine, she said that should work." I lied.

"Oh, good! I'll get you checked out and then how about we meet your Dad for lunch?" She says getting up and grabbing her purse.

"Sounds good, I'll meet you at the car." I say back as I walk dazedly back to the car.

Later that evening:

I sit at the dining room table pushing the spaghetti around my plate not actually eating anything while my parents talk about their day. 'Should I go tonight? This guy could be a loon and murder me or something. They never caught that serial killer from the 80's. No, he's too young. He's really handsome and irritatingly demanding. If I don't go, will he come looking for me at school... or at home?' I argue with myself.

I wave my hand in front of my parents trying to get their attention

'Mom, Dad, do you mind if I head to the mall after dinner?' I sign.

'I don't mind, do you?' My Father asks my mother.

"I don't mind. Do you want one of us to drop you off?" She says aloud and signs at the same time to keep my Father in the conversation.

"No, it's not far and it's a nice night, I think I'll walk" I say back and sign as well.

'Okay, be careful. If you're done with dinner, you can leave now. Just throw out the rest of your food and put your plate in the dish washer.' My Father signs to me.

'Thank you' I sign to both of them and get up to throw out my food. Out of the corner of my eye I see my Mother sign to my Father that she's worried about me and my Father signs back he's fine. I walk into the kitchen missing the rest of the conversation.

'I'd better leave now before my Mother comes looking for me to try and convince me to stay home tonight!' I think to myself. After scrapping my spaghetti into the trash bin and putting my plate in the dishwasher I run up to my room to grab a hoodie and head out the door.