Page 14 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

“So, I may have fudged the details because it sounded insane and I had no idea if you guys were going to help me, and I can’t take down the corruption at HID by myself, and I also needed help to hide, and I didn’t want you to be like nope, that sounds like too much hassle fuck off,” I ramble, I know I’m rambling and yet there is fuck all that I can do about it.

“Erm,” River starts, but I interrupt him because I’m on a roll now, and there is no stopping me.

The voices have gained volume again and seem to be excited about something, although I, of course, have no idea what the fuck they could be excited about. If it’s because they think that I am about to mention them to the guys they have another thing coming because there is absolutely no way that I am going to be doing that. There is already enough crazy about to be explained, and whereas the dying and coming back to life can be explained by magic, especially now that I am apparently a supernatural, that’s getting easier to think now, the voices aren’t as easily explained, I have done the research and no supernatural creature has voices that behave like mine.

I won’t be telling them about the voices because there is a very real possibility that I am crazy.

Chapter Five

Neith

“So yeah, I couldn’t really risk telling the truth, although now that you know that I died, you’re probably going to hate me anyway,” I carry on my rambling.

“Neith,” Evander starts.

I wave my hand and interrupt again, “Yeah, yeah, okay I will start from the beginning. So, the heading to a job and falling asleep was true, and a rookie move on my part. I woke up, and we were on this deserted stretch of road. The road was blocked off by cars that were similar to the one that I was traveling in. The driver cursed and tried to reverse, but we didn’t get far before we got hit with a bazooka. Obviously, I died. When I came back, the Darkness was clinging to me still, and I was aware of what was going on around me but still very much dead,” I look at Doc, “Even if you had examined me with your magic, it would have told you that I was dead.”

I don’t want to explain how I know that it’s a story for another time and actually one that I hope I never have to tell.

“I, what?” Doc replies.

I continue where I left off, hoping that they are all keeping up, “I can still hear when I am in that state though, and that is when I heard them talking about the guy that they take supes to, and I recognized the voices of the agents that were speaking. They said he would be disappointed that I wasn’t a supernatural because they were all convinced that I was. So they threw my body into the woods, alongside the driver who was very dead. They then got on with the clean up, and I stayed as I was until they had finished it. When I was finally able to move again when the Darkness had decided that the threat to me was over, I woke up and realized that a bear had eaten the driver and that it was centimeters away from my face, I managed to back up and find Betty, and took the shot, but the fucker swiped me before I could kill him, and then I walked here.”

I debate telling them what usually happens after I die because then that is going to invite more questions about how often I have died and how it happened, and who did it, and some of those deaths I haven’t dealt with yet. It would also take a long time to explain because I die a lot. So, because of all of that I decide to keep it to myself unless they ask, and then I won’t lie to them.

For some reason, in my mind that makes it better.

“A bazooka,” Raiden growls, his eyes flashing with anger and his jaw clenching. He looks hot as fuck, and looking at him reminds me.

I point at him, “What did you do to save me?”

His eyes widen.

“How the fuck could you possibly know that he did something, you were practically dead,” Doc questions. I have a feeling that question is going to be the most straightforward question that he is going to ask me.

“I can feel his magic,” I explain and pick up another slice of pizza.

Everyone is staring at me, all of their expressions are arranged in some form of shock, as they react to what I have just told them. I may look like I am chilled out and calm, at least on the outside, but on the inside, I am a raging ball of nerves. I am calculating how quickly I can get out of here if their reaction is bad. I am also eating more because if they do decide that they are done with me and kick me out, I have no idea when I am going to be able to eat next.

Having said that, I do have that little black card that has a lot of money on it. If I can get the money out before they freeze the card, then that will be a massive help in the ‘keep me hidden and alive’ plan. I wonder if I can convince them not to tell Ty, just to say that we didn’t work out after all, and then I can carry on working and not dying. I mean, I haven’t actually done anything to them apart from lying, so there is a possibility that they might want to rid themselves of me but acknowledge that I am not a danger.

I hope that is the case anyway, and then Betty and I can just get on with it like we always have, just the two of us.

I gasp, interrupting whatever it was that Raiden was going to say, “Betty!” understanding dawns on all of the guys faces, “Please tell me that one of you managed to grab her?”

They all shake their heads, looking apologetic. It’s evident to anyone with half a brain how much Betty means to me.

“Sorry, Neith. I think we were all too busy running to find her,” Ransom apologizes.

“I can’t believe I left her,” I mutter, feeling far more sadness than I probably should, considering she is a gun. The thing is, she has been with me since the year after Evander went to the magic academy, she has saved my life more times than I can count, and in a life where everything is up in the air and unsure,Betty is my only constant. “Maybe I can go back tomorrow and see if she is okay? She might be.”

“She was right in the middle of the magical fire,” River says gently.

Before I can answer, there is a thump on the couch behind me, and I spin around to see what made the noise: “Betty!”

I grab her and pull her toward me. I am aware that I look completely insane, cuddling a gun, but I was about to spiral downward, and we still haven’t dealt with the whole I died thing because I once again managed to derail the entire conversation. Which will probably be another reason that they decide to get rid of me. They will at least be able to have a normal conversation without me around.

“What the fuck?” Raiden exclaims.

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