Adam Pierce - Soul Catcher
"Not tha' I wouldn't wanna know you; you seem like someone I'd like to know. Not in a weird way though... I..." His voice trailed off.
“Uh…yeah,” I replied, giving him a crooked smile that made his cheeks flame. “So you’re a Catcher? Me too, I just drove ten hours from Chicago, which sucked ass by the way. That’s the last time I’m going to take in a soul without an Exorcist.” I laughed. “It’s a good thing I found someone in time,” I replied, looking back at the empty hallway. Were people here always like ghosts? The organization was a weird place, if you spent too much time on the inside, you might even lose your own soul to it. Like Amy.
“On the job even when you’re on vacation?” His blue eyes roamed my face, my chest and all the way down to my shoes and shot right back up to my eyes.
“I like work," I answered, trying hard not to stare at him. As the words left my mouth, the hall slowly became a very long addition problem. One at a time, catchers and exorcists filled the emptiness with muttering questions and greetings.
“I wonder how many they called,” One pale looking guy said.
“They’ve probably set up squads if they’re more than four here,” I answered while watching a Latina and a blonde exit the elevator.
Liam released a grin. “That means it’s a pretty big mission, no?”
I couldn’t help the tug at the corner of my mouth. Yes, a big mission is exactly what I wanted and needed. They gave me two months of rest but during that time I felt bored and I couldn’t mix in well with the humans and live a mundane life. I was a Soul Catcher and I thirsted for demons and souls.
We all looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. I mean, even in this crowd I didn’t recognize a single face. Last year, I was partnered up with a girl named Janis Mitch, her powers were pretty good and she never had a problem keeping up with my pace. Usually, the Organization spent time picking out squads and partners to make sure everyone would get along, I just hoped they hadn’t lost their touch.
The hall was silent after a minute, with eyes shifting here and there. Great, there’s already one of those weird uncomfortable vibes going on….
A clank of heels made all our heads turn to the skinny blonde lady behind me. Her razor sharp hair was pulled back in a strict pony tail. Oceanic eyes froze us in our places with a rigid stare.
“Welcome home, Soldiers,” said the machinist, or Amy. “I take it that your vacation was a pleasant one.”
She made it sound like she didn’t want our replies so none of us said a word in return. The thing with the Organization was they knew everybody and everybody knew them but we, Catchers and Exorcists on the other hand, didn’t know each other. She examined each one of us, meeting our eyes for only a mere second.
“Follow me, the Headmaster wishes to speak to you all about your next assignment.” With that, she turned around and began leading us down the hall and into one of the smaller office meeting rooms.
There was an oval glass table with about fifteen leather chairs and a wide window in the front. Amy stood at the end with her arms folded around her chest as she watched us all take a seat under her stony vision. I wondered why she was like that, why she didn’t show a drop of emotion. I decided not to bother my mind with such thoughts for I knew I’d have to take Tylenol later. That’s what thinking about Amy did to one’s mind; you’d only get a headache.
Next to me, Liam seemed to have stolen the spot from another Catcher. He smiled at me and I gave him a slight one in return. Something told me I was going to have to watch out for this guy in particular…It's not like I didn't like him, he seemed like a nice dude but there was something off putting about the way he looked at me.
“There is one missing…” Amy whispered to herself as she jotted something down her little cell phone/portable computer device thing. Finally raising her head she said, “The Headmaster will be here shortly.” And that was all, she left the room.
We looked at each other again. It’s not like we weren’t used to it, it’s just that most of us would probably think some things might have changed around here but…that didn’t seem to be the case. They never once offered us some tea, or at least water. My back slouched in the chair and I drummed my fingers on the desk.
“So…you think they might let us pick our own partners this time?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
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