Free Madness or Purpose by Megan Perry Page A

across my face as I turn back to Gavin. His eyes are the size of dinner plates and then they narrow into a disapproving glare.
    “What?” I grin sheepishly. “ZZ, you can’t go around tormenting women that hit on me no matter how whorish they might be. You don’t see me flashing blood red eyes and smashing guy’s faces in when they look at you now do you?” Gavin scolded me. “My eyes are red? I so did not hit her, but if she would have moved any closer I might have.” I defended. “Your eyes are back to normal now, but here comes a different waitress. Behave or we are leaving!” “You did not just yell at me!” I retort.
    Our new waitress is a tall heavy set middle aged woman. Her graying brunette hair is pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun. She carries a little extra weight around her hips and mid section a sign of a mother with a few kids and I can read her mind. I wasn’t trying but she is screaming in her head about some phone call she had received from her fighting kids. This is really starting to annoy me.
    Before I realize it Gavin and the middle aged woman are staring at me.
    “ZZ, are you going to order?” “Oh, um, yeah. I’m sorry. I just spaced out.” I order and the waitress leaves. “So my eyes really turned red?” I ask Gavin. “Uh yeah, are you jealous or angry?” He questions with a smirk. “Both. She was so fake and falling all over you. I mean what am I?
    Chopped liver?” “Until the other day to everyone else you kind of were…not that I ever felt that way, but that is what everyone here saw every time we came to eat.” Gavin explained. I could feel my cheeks redden and I looked down at my hands under the table. I felt Gavin’s leg touch mine. “Don’t be like that Zoe, it’s really ok. I just have to teach you a few things and don’t forget you’re the only one for me.” He flashes images from earlier through our connection. It only makes me redder. I am not a bold person, at least not usually, but lately I’ve had my moments. “I’m really the only one?” I question. “The only one ever,” He reassures me.
    Our waitress, Marissa, I notice from her name badge, returns with two cups of steaming coffee.
    “Creamer,” she asks. “Yes, please. Thank you.” I flash a sweet smile at her. I know she saw the show with the first waitress and she is rather hesitant to address me directly. She seems to relax a bit and I’ll be sure we give her a good tip just to prove I’m not a total jerk. Marissa quickly checks on her other tables and I feel the burning glare from the bimbo whore on the other side of the diner. Anger starts to bubble up and Gavin interrupts my thoughts of how to punish the chick with the fake everything. “You have got to get that under control. You know there is a fine line between good and evil in people like us.

    You have got to be more careful baby.” “Yeah, about that, what exactly are we?” I question him. “I’ll tell you the most important details, but that is one reason I gave you the book. It’s everything I know combined with what is believed to be a collective history of our kind .” “Ok, I can accept that for now.” I tell him.
    Marissa returns with our breakfast and my chocolate milk. That’s right I’m almost 21 and I still love my chocolate milk so deal with it! I am sure to thank the waitress and smile politely. She seems at ease and reminds us to just wave her down if we need anything further. We both dig into our food and I stretch my foot out to touch Gavin. “The stage is all yours Gav. Give me the low down.” “What are we? Well, we are not angels. We are not demons. We are not humans, and we are not entirely immortal. We have earned the name guardians. We are not good or evil per say at birth. Our kind chooses based upon the events we experience in life just like any human would. I guess you could categorize us as super natural. As you can tell we tend to have some gifts and some of us possess more