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protector.” He’s the what?
Hugh chimes in loudly “I’m also his great nephew.”
Ok now really… What. The. Hell.
Chapter 14
Hugh walks over to Jeremy and I and extends his beautifully tanned hand to the little boy.
“ Why don’t you take the kids back? Shay and I have a lot to talk about,” he says in a whisper. Jeremy smiles and waves goodbye as he skips back to the group of children waiting near the trees. Before he leaves, he looks back at me and smiles widely and with that they all disappear. I look at Hugh, still shocked by this revelation. He motions to the bench nearby and we take a seat, my eyes never straying from his beautiful face. I can smell the pine tree. It reminds me of my childhood. I climbed it a million times. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to refocus myself. When I open them I realize how close we are. It comforts me.
“ I don’t really know where to begin,” Hugh starts and then sighs.
“ I guess the beginning would be a good place,” I respond coolly.
“ Sure, OK,” he says.
“ When you were six and your father disappeared,” he begins. My mind reels, what does he mean, how could he know about my dad?
Anger fills me and I stand as I interrupt him, “How do you know about that!?! You can’t possibly know my dad, or what happened to him! We’ve only just met this past month.”
He sighs again, looking away for a moment, then looks back directly into my eyes.
“ Are you going to let me talk or not? I know a lot more than you think, if you would only let me explain.”
“ Fine,” I say as I cross my arms over my chest and sit back down. I’ll let him talk but I don’t have to be happy about it.
“ As I was saying, when you were six and your dad disappeared, he passed something down to you. Something he rarely used. His gift to speak to the dead. It seems as though you already had your own gift. Most can’t see them and speak to them, let alone touch them and feel them. Your father knew that Jeremy and the other children would keep you safe.”
It should come as a shock that my dad also had my gift and yet he never told me, but I guess it wouldn’t be the easiest thing to explain to a six year old. Also it makes me feel better to know I’m not the only one. As he takes a breath, I ask my first question, which would lead to so many others.
“ Safe from what?”
Hugh looks off into the night, “Other spirits, ones who might want to harm you. Your dad thought if you could communicate with them it’d be easier for you to hide. I don’t think he knew that giving you his gift would awaken one you already had. He thought you’d only be able to hear ghosts like Jeremy not see or feel them. But you are a much more powerful cryptid than any of us realized.”
“ I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” I don’t know whether to be offended or flattered.
“ A cryptid, it’s a creature based on the genetics of the human race. It can be most anything really. Most people think the Mothman was a hoax when really he was a genetic mutation, a mixing of sorts. Our race of cryptid happens to also have a supernatural power, to understand and relate to ghosts.”
“ Our race? What do you mean our race? Are you like me? I mean I know you can talk to and see ghosts, but how else are we alike?”
I’m a different race? Like an alien? I don’t know if I want to hear any more of what he has to say.
As if on cue he begins talking again. “Yes, we are the same type of cryptid, animal mixed with human genes. Some people in our race just have the lasting effects of insight while others have physical mutations. You have the insight, the supernatural ability and from the looks of it if that hair of yours is natural just a touch of the physical abnormality. No human has naturally black hair. But cats do.”
My game of twenty questions continues. “Cats? Are you saying I’m
Hugh chimes in loudly “I’m also his great nephew.”
Ok now really… What. The. Hell.
Chapter 14
Hugh walks over to Jeremy and I and extends his beautifully tanned hand to the little boy.
“ Why don’t you take the kids back? Shay and I have a lot to talk about,” he says in a whisper. Jeremy smiles and waves goodbye as he skips back to the group of children waiting near the trees. Before he leaves, he looks back at me and smiles widely and with that they all disappear. I look at Hugh, still shocked by this revelation. He motions to the bench nearby and we take a seat, my eyes never straying from his beautiful face. I can smell the pine tree. It reminds me of my childhood. I climbed it a million times. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to refocus myself. When I open them I realize how close we are. It comforts me.
“ I don’t really know where to begin,” Hugh starts and then sighs.
“ I guess the beginning would be a good place,” I respond coolly.
“ Sure, OK,” he says.
“ When you were six and your father disappeared,” he begins. My mind reels, what does he mean, how could he know about my dad?
Anger fills me and I stand as I interrupt him, “How do you know about that!?! You can’t possibly know my dad, or what happened to him! We’ve only just met this past month.”
He sighs again, looking away for a moment, then looks back directly into my eyes.
“ Are you going to let me talk or not? I know a lot more than you think, if you would only let me explain.”
“ Fine,” I say as I cross my arms over my chest and sit back down. I’ll let him talk but I don’t have to be happy about it.
“ As I was saying, when you were six and your dad disappeared, he passed something down to you. Something he rarely used. His gift to speak to the dead. It seems as though you already had your own gift. Most can’t see them and speak to them, let alone touch them and feel them. Your father knew that Jeremy and the other children would keep you safe.”
It should come as a shock that my dad also had my gift and yet he never told me, but I guess it wouldn’t be the easiest thing to explain to a six year old. Also it makes me feel better to know I’m not the only one. As he takes a breath, I ask my first question, which would lead to so many others.
“ Safe from what?”
Hugh looks off into the night, “Other spirits, ones who might want to harm you. Your dad thought if you could communicate with them it’d be easier for you to hide. I don’t think he knew that giving you his gift would awaken one you already had. He thought you’d only be able to hear ghosts like Jeremy not see or feel them. But you are a much more powerful cryptid than any of us realized.”
“ I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” I don’t know whether to be offended or flattered.
“ A cryptid, it’s a creature based on the genetics of the human race. It can be most anything really. Most people think the Mothman was a hoax when really he was a genetic mutation, a mixing of sorts. Our race of cryptid happens to also have a supernatural power, to understand and relate to ghosts.”
“ Our race? What do you mean our race? Are you like me? I mean I know you can talk to and see ghosts, but how else are we alike?”
I’m a different race? Like an alien? I don’t know if I want to hear any more of what he has to say.
As if on cue he begins talking again. “Yes, we are the same type of cryptid, animal mixed with human genes. Some people in our race just have the lasting effects of insight while others have physical mutations. You have the insight, the supernatural ability and from the looks of it if that hair of yours is natural just a touch of the physical abnormality. No human has naturally black hair. But cats do.”
My game of twenty questions continues. “Cats? Are you saying I’m
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