Marked at Birth, Chapter seven.
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“Cecile Leamon,” She said turning in my direction. “You were marked at birth with the demons mark and the demon is coming to collect. The day you turn eighteen, is the day you forfeit your life. It is that day that your soul will move on and your body will remain.”
Chapter seven is nearly complete so I will give you a teaser!
“You know, most seventeen year olds would have qualms about sneaking off to meet someone they didn’t know.”
“Most seventeen year olds aren’t marked to die, are they?”
There was silence for another minute; the only sounds were of out breathing. I wondered why he wasn’t saying goodbye and why neither of us were hanging up. Perhaps he had something more to say and he was just trying to put it into the right words. It made me nervous, what could he say that would take so long to think of the right words?
“Cecile,” he sighed into the receiver. “I’m training you in the physical and mental fields to stop you from dying and you keep thinking that you are going to die. If you let that thought rule your life, if you let it rule you, then you are going to die and all of this training will be in vain.”
“I think that’s the first time you have called me by my actual name.”
I was taking what he said to heart and realizing that he was right. He was training me to stop me from dying and I had to stop acting like I was going to die because with any luck, I wouldn’t.
“Don’t get used to it Milkshake,” he said in an amused tone. “So tomorrow night, I can pick you up if you want.”
“What about the price of gas?”
“It’s worth it.”