They Called Me FIVE

LANCE

"Oh? You're scared?" The girl asks. Produce a high pitch laugh before whisking her fingers in the air.

A faint circle blue light came out of her fingers and the Twylyth freeze. Stupefied. Face a little blue. I ran to Magnus's side. Put myself in front of him.

"You killed her didn't you? Did you kill Magnus too?"

She makes a face between a scowl and a frown, scrunching up her nose.

"Duh, I didn't. Thotheka will get mad at me if I harm his favorite Ranker - Seeker whatever. I only stop their time, that's all." She shrugs.

I take a step forward. Careful. Mindful of her. I can't totally trust her words. I would be a fool if I do.

"You'd be a fool if you don't." She said. I almost stumbled.

"Did you just -"

"Read your mind? Yep. How I did that? All deities has powers to see through a mortal. But it kind of gets annoying at times. Especially when thoughts are all painted in graphic pictures and glorifying human lust." She shivers.

I swallow. Hard. I think I just hear something unbelievable.

"You're... Pente's comrades?" She nod and swish her fingers in the table. A teapot, a set of tea cups and sweets appeared on the table.

So I'm supposed to sit.

"Why yes, don't tell me you'll stand here for eternity?"

I panic. Eternity. She said eternity. She didn't say 'all day'. That means... I look around. I studied the things shrouded by blue light. Jesper has the same faint light in his fingers. When he turn those fire hogs into crying babies. I remember him saying he's been watching me. When Alpha Beast shot my eye with his rifle it didn't explode in his fingers when the bullet retrace it's trajectory. As if it put itself back in place. As if the rifle rewind back to a few seconds ago. When the bullet is still cock in the loaded ammo.

The babies, the gun, Magnus and Twylyth stupefying in place. I think I get it now.

"You're the deity of time aren't you? And Jesper is your chosen Eklektos, Number One."

She raise her eyebrow at me. She inhale the steam of her teacup before taking a sip.

"Sit." She ordered. I couldn't refuse. "Pour yourself some tea." I did as I was told.

"Before anything else, I'd love to correct you in your statement earlier. I did not choose Jesper. Time did. Honestly, I couldn't approve of his disgusting fantasies about Faeries. Drooling on faery posters and green monster in bikinis... Ugh. I can't last a day in his cavehole. Good thing you finally found him. Maybe you'll be able to knock some sense in his mind."

With shaky hands I fetch the teacup. I'm a softdrinks type of guy. I hate coffee. And I utterly despise tea. Too bitter.

The aroma swept over my nostrils. It has a grassy scent. A fresh smell of meadows after a rain. I swallow the urge to refuse the tea. That would be really mean and rude for her.

The taste was rich and fresh in flavors. But has an after taste. Odd sensation tingling my throat after I gulp it down. I did my best to let it now show on my face.

Yet its ineffective. She's glaring at me. She must have read what I'm thinking.

"Sorry," I gently slid the teacup a finger away from me. Reach out the teaspoon and tried the sweets. It's a cake. A yellow podgy cake. The teaspoon bounce on it twice before it penetrates the substance.

"Anyway, Time chose him. Even if I'm against it, it's not up to me who attributes chose. I'm sure you have an idea what I'm doing here right?"

She caught me licking off my fingers. She scowl in disgust. I swiftly put my finger down and said,

"No Maam." Her frown deepen.

"Then what are you doing here? Didn't you come here to banish that demon trying to kill Seven and Two?"

I'm up on my seat in an instant. "Ye - yes! Please, can you kill that demon? Seven is dying and Magnus said we can't -"

"Shut up. I killed the Twylyth already. I severed the summoning Mark. That should be enough."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"That simple?"

She glowers. Her wrist flick spots of blue light. And in a millisecond I shrink. My jacket sleeves is now longer than my arm, my shoes has more space, my pants sag, my belt loosens.

"Act stupid again and I'll turn you back into your five year old self." She snap.

"Sorry maam. "

"Sit back."

"Yes maam." The line of my vision has altered. We are now in the same level. Like it the chair that shrink and not me.

"Now that I help you, you should give the favor back."

"Yes, maam."

She narrow her eyes at me. "You get what I'm saying right? I want the favor be given back to me. In equal amount."

"I suppose you're not talking about money." She scoff.

"I can revert your paper bills back to trees if you want."

I shake my head. "Good. Now let's get down to business. In Paris, you'll find one of your own in there. Forget what number she is. And I don't care. There's this guy working in Mosqui National Bank. He's a teller. Tall, dark and handsome. He has a sexy scar on his upper lips. His brown hair is always sleek, wears a crisp suit. A leather handstitch shoes. He's in his thirties, doesn't have a wife, always carrying a black briefcase. I only know him as Mr. Jones."

I padded for a pen and paper. Got nothing. I can't remember all the details she just recite. She notice me searching my pockets. She take a piece of paper from her sleeves and give it to me.

"Here. All his information is in here."

I open it. The cursive writing is neat. The details in his physical appearance are well written.

"So... What should I do when I find him?"

She gave me a ghost smile.

"I want you to kill him."