“Hey, Matt,” I say. He looks up from his computer to see me standing opposite to him across his desk.
“Hey,” he answers. “Good luck with the cleanup back there.” His fingers fly across the keyboard, typing faster than my brain can keep up with.
“Oh, no. What happened?”
“Well, let’s just say that the medicine the new girl was put on did not work. She started throwing things around and just . . yeah, there’s a mess.”
“Great,” I groan. I still have fifteen minutes before I have to check in with my manager, so I decided to stay here and talk with him for awhile. It’s weird how it worked out with us working at the same place. Of course, he’s a secretary and I’m just a janitor, but still. The job is not near as bad as I thought it would be, being that I’m working at a mental hospital. The stigma around this place was completely false in my opinion. There were always a bunch of rumors around this hospital, but I've seen nothing wrong. The patients are treated well, I’m treated well, it’s just all around good. I mean, I don’t get paid too great, but I’m just grateful I got the job considering my age and lack of experience.
I lean atop his desk, causing dust to get on my white uniform. I should probably come clean this later. “So how’s things been going with Rachel and Parker?”
“Just a second,” he says. He hits a few more keys and clicks the mouse a couple times, then leans back in his chair. “It . . hasn’t been bad, I guess. It’s just been taking a long time for her to learn how to control her powers. Every time she tells someone to do something, even jokingly, they do it. She puts people in a trance like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It’s ridiculous. If I could figure out what she is, it would make this so much easier because then we would know all that she is capable of and how we should go about training her and all that, but I just can’t figure it out. I’ve narrowed it down to her either being a fairy, an elf, or a siren. I’m just not sure which.”
“An elf? Seriously? And not just elves, fairies and sirens too? These things actually exist?”
He squints at me. “Julia, you’re a freaking werewolf. Why are you so surprised that these other creatures exist?”
“I don’t know. I guess I figured if there were some mythological bird-human hybrid thingy that sings people to their deaths, I’d know about it, you know?”
“Well, it’s obvious that we’re not exactly like the stories say. I mean, you don’t turn into a giant monster wolf every month, you just have some attributes of wolves. That’s how it is with all of us. Fairies don’t go flying around with their little wings throwing pixie dust on people.”
“Hmm,” I say. “I guess that makes sense. Have you asked her if anything else has happened? Besides what she already told us?” Around a month after Logan died, I finally decided to stick to my word and talk to Rachel. I told her what happened to me, and she told me what happened to her. Well, she told me most of what was happening to her. She has never mentioned who attacked her that day at the park, though I have a feeling she knows who it was.
According to her, any time she tells someone to do something, or even just asks, they immediately do it and not in a normal kind of way. She once told someone to ‘take a hike’ when she was younger, and said person literally walked outside to go take a hike before she stopped them. It reminds me of what Marcus used to do when he was still alive. Plus, the healing stunt she pulled at the park. But other than that, that’s all we know about her. Matt and her have been trying to figure out what she is, but apparently whoever she inherited it from must’ve been some generations before her because none of her family can do the things she can. Who knows how long it’s going to take before she reaches her full potential.
“Why, no, I didn’t think of that,” he says, a cynical edge to his voice. “Yes, of course, I’ve asked her. She hasn’t mentioned anything other than what she told you. Either she hasn’t told us everything, or her powers are coming on slow.”
“Huh,” I say. “I’m sure she’ll come around.” I move arm so I can check the time on my watch, figuring that it’s time I get to work. “Well, I better get back there before Marlene has a fit. You know how she gets.” I pull away from his desk, adjusting the shoulder strap to my bag.
“All right. See ya.”
“You bet,” I say as I walk away. Maybe I should talk to Rachel again and see if I can find anything else out. There’s gotta be at least something that could help us to figure out what she is.