Free Shadow Guardians - Genesis by Albert Long Page B

Talk to me,” Matt said. “If you don’t, I’ll be forced to tell Mimi about your crush on her,” Matt added. “You wouldn’t dare,” Miguel said. “So, you do still fear some things,” Matt laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean,” Miguel asked. “You’re different lately, Mig. You’re not the fun-loving guy who used to fry birds and squirrels for laughs or hide humans’ car keys just to amuse yourself watching them search futilely for them, only to have you deposit them in their pockets.” Matt chuckled hard. Miguel smirked, then resumed the look of stone. “I feel like I’m changing,” Miguel said. “I feel angry all the time. I feel like my powers are bursting out of me. I delight at the chance to make anyone who crosses me suffer. I don’t even care about saving children anymore. The thrill isn’t seeing a child’s eyes light up with happiness. The thrill is punishing their abusers,” Miguel said. “I’m here for you, Mig,” Matt said. We’re like brothers. After the things we’ve shared, there’s nothing we can’t overcome,” Matt added. A tear streamed down Miguel’s face. “It’s just a phase, man. Leaving home. Dodging Soulcatchers. Changes in your powers. It had to come to a head. Just because we’re not alive, doesn’t mean we don’t have feelings,” Matt added. Mat embraced his friend. They sat quietly for minutes.
    “What’s your take on Fozzley,” Miguel asked. “Why is he doing the things he’s done for us? Why not keep to his quiet life back in Maine? Why so much interest in us? Is he just a human with gifts to communicate with the dead? Who is he, really,” Miguel asked rhetorically. “I’ve been wondering those same things,” Matt said. “Well, with the exception of why he didn’t stay in Maine,” Matt added with a laugh. “I think that you, Mimi, Jericho, and I need some time away to talk about things,” he said. “I think things have gotten so complicated that we’re losing sight of why we’re still anchored to our past lives and formed our team. I’d just as soon surrender to the Soulcatchers if we can’t get back to doing good and making sure children’s lives aren’t like ours were,” Matt said.
    “What’s go you two out here huddled together, ignoring the rest of us,” Jericho asked. Mimi motioned to Miguel and Matt to fill them in on their conversations and said, “spill it”. “Glad you joined us,” Matt said. “Let’s take a mini trip,” Miguel suggested. “Sure,” said Mimi. “I’ll get Fozzley and Selda”. “No,” said Miguel. “Just the team”.
    CHAPTER THIRTEEN: WHAT TARRONS DO
    “They hate you. They drove your family away. They are everywhere, like a virus. You have the cure,” Krizel whispered into the air. His words feel onto the ears of their target, and elderly man with long white hair—bald in the middle—wearing an earring, a tee shirt and jeans. He was at a local grocery store, noticeably outnumbered there by Asian people. “The bastards are taking over,” he yelled. He stormed outside to his truck and found his gun. Afterwards, he walked hastily into the grocery store and sprayed gunfire until his ammunition was gone. “Let us go,” Krizel said to Caroth and the others. “The Soulcatchers will be on their way. “One-by-one, we will reign over them”, Caroth said. “When our leader joins us…,” Krizel began. “I know,” Caroth said. “It will be glorious”! They laughed, and the Tarrons faded into the shadows.
    When The Six entered Mercy Medical Center, no one noticed, aside from the breeze that accompanied their movements. “We will find him in the isolation ward,” Krizel said. “His contagion is the first of its kind seen in North America, and scientists are studying him.” They passed several rooms. Caroth shot sparks of fire into two rooms, engulfing the sick in flames. Medical personnel rushed from every angle and struggled to contain the blazes. Caroth shot flames into six