THE PROPHECY OF A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING
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white smoke started pouring out of all the crevices in her body, seeping out her ears, mouth, nose, and everything in between. she started floating, feet levitating a meter above the ground, her long blonde hair suspended in tendrils like a golden halo around her already angelic head. she emanated a bright glow, eyes completely glazed over and a pure milky white, the blue of her iris and black of her pupil seemingly no where to be found.
"someone here has a pen right?" the boss shouts, i respond with a firm yes, poised with pen on paper to write down every word that gets spewed out of the mouth of our oracle.
and that's when she started talking.
a day will come
when the strongest of the strong will succumb
to the greed and gluttony
of one of their own.
a hunger for power
and need for the world to cower.
their lust and agony, craving to be adored
to be seen as a god and known.
with the world in his hands,
it bends as he manipulates man
to do his bidding. do whatever he so requires
or what he desires.
they will tremble in his presence.
for the wolf in sheep's clothing
doesn't know it's evil inside.
for the wolf in sheep's clothing
is haunted inside
by the ghosts of his past, present and future.
for the wolf in sheep's clothing
wanted to be loved.
and when they couldn't be loved
they filled their void with senselessness.
with blind rage and anger.
though it can't be denied,
he will cause the end of our time.
the one to put a stop
to our little ticking clocks;
he will be the one that banishes us
to suffer for eternity
so we can experience the pain he was in
when we all turned a blind eye.
he will be the one to finish us all,
if they can't find a way
to make it all stop.
the oracle collapses into the arms of a staff member who immediately rushes her to the hospital wing. that was one of the longest prophecies we'd ever heard, i struggled noting down ever word. she laid limp in the staff's arms, and from my perspective she might as well have been dead, the extensive prophecy draining more energy out of her than she could adequately cope with.
"you don't think she's talking about hongjoong's cluster right?" the manager asks—more so says than asks—to his assistant and me.
"is it because of the quote unquote, strongest of the strong?" i question and he nods. "are you sure it's the right time? most of them still don't know they're inhuman."
"well they'd find out eventually." i close the cap to the pen, glancing over the prophecy one more time. "and i have a gut feeling that we don't have any time to waste."
"okay then, let's send hongjoong out." i order a subordinate. "it's time for cluster 8 to get together and save the day."
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