Meeting

Poor woman, all that grief they have cause her. I thought I was the worse of them all. I met her in a cafe, I figured a crowded and public place would be safer.  I only waited for about five minutes before she showed up. I'm guessing she was waiting for me and was checking the area, if it was safe.

  She wasn't dress up, no make-up, her hair was unkempt, but she was still attractive. She seem paranoid and erratic. She checked her surroundings every second, never making eye contact with me. Can I blame her? Everything I have experiences, I should be more paranoid. Well, I think I'm used to the battlefield. Regardless of the weapons of choice, this is war. I'm looking at one of the soldiers of my side.

After she felt safe, wrong choice of words. When she felt prepared for an exit strategy, she asked me, if we had met before? I thought for a second, all my decades of life, thinking all those faces I had seen in my entire life. I couldn't picture her face, but I felt familiar. I responded, no. She looked disappointed. She said, "Are you sure?" I nodded. In my heart of hearts, I wasn't. I just didn't want, actually I didn't know why I did that.

I asked, "How or why did you contact me? Why risk it?"I know, strong words from a desperate man. She replied, "I felt lonely." I was taken back. She continued, " I had this feeling, that I needed to meet you. You can call it false hope, but... I don't know. We need to fight them, you have experience what they could do. You wrote it. " I was amused, I finally met someone that knows about the blog.

She continued, "I can trust you. You are the same as me, we are rejects." I was confused by that, a reject. Why? I asked her to elaborated, she answer. "You don't know. We, as you called us, the children of the cove. They find us disgusting, they want us out." I was thinking, I find that hilarious. They find us disgusting, ha. Faceless freak of nature, yeah, real attractive.  I said, "disgusting? They are disgusted by us. HAHAHAA, so why don't they just kill us? They clearly don't want us around."

"They could, yes. But they valued life, they know each of us have a purpose to fulfill. They can't finish us off until that it's settled."  "So, they don't like to waste anything. That's great. They are hoarders, hahahaha." "That's not funny." I asked, "It's not that. Is just, how do you know this?"

She was eerily quiet. I asked again, "How do you know this?" She stared at me, for the first time in our conversation. "They or rather he told me." "Who? Tell me." "You know who." "D?"
"Who's D?" "One of them, he looks either Latino or middle eastern or European, Idon't know, he is like 5'11 or something, unkempt long hair and he looks young." "Oh, him. No, it wasn't him. It was something worse."

"Who then?"

"The doctor."

"Doctor M?"

"Yes."

"That can't be. How can he be worse than Legion?"  She answered, "Intuition. I always feel more uncomfortable meeting with him than Legion and the Thin, Faceless abomination." I asked, "Why?" "Because he knows too much." "He is human." "Precisely, my point. Legion, no mater how monstrous their actions seem, at least they don't want anything else other than us. The doctor could have a secret agenda. I thought since you mention meeting him, you feel the same way."

"You are jumping to conclusions. I came here. Not for the doctor, but to find a way to stop Legion." She answered, "They know the outcome. They have seen our ends and our beginnings, they erased our precious moments. They want to erase us." "How's that worse than the doctor?" "It's clear what they want,  but they are capitalizing on our defunct state. Regardless, we still fit a puzzle that must be completed. Before you asked, I was the one that figured it out. Adding one and one together. Candle Cove, it's nothing but poison and we are already in our lethal dosage."

She looked around and becomes shocked at something. Her phone vibrates, clearly a text message. She looked pale. I asked, "What's wrong?" She answer, " I must go. Don't worry, we will meet again. " She left. I looked behind me, I saw a dark silhouette walking towards the bathrooms. I started to hear children laughter. I was thinking, no. Please, not again. I started to sweat, I was thinking. Is this meant for me or for her? She left in a hurried after that text.

 I muster my strength and bolted out of there. I took a cab back to my place, I was sweating all over. I locked myself in. Now, I realized that I forgot to asked her about her dreams and those beats. Oh, well. Hopefully, there's a next time. We are disgusting to them. That's the most hilarious statement I ever heard and I'm poisoned. HAHAHAHAHAHHha.

How? Why?  I must relax, must maintained composure. Not lose my cool.  Hopefully, I don't dream about that girl again. That would complete my circle of failure. HAhHAHHAHa, see what I did there/ It's a reference. Okay, okay. Relax. Alright, I'm cool.