Romel came awake with a gasp.
The
first thing he became aware of was the swarm of voices. They were not
intelligible voices, in fact, they may not have been voices at all. They came
across like voices, but they were more like…emotions, a mass of emotions,
spilling in from everywhere, threatening to overwhelm his brain.
He
sat up, holding his head. He scooted back against a bookshelf, desperate to
lean on something. In a daze, for his head felt like it was splintering, he
looked over toward his right. In the distance, on the other side of the
library, he made out the figure of a man, the homeless man who’d smiled at him
earlier. Then, with reverberating intensity, he felt what he knew were the
man’s feelings. The man was angry, angry at his situation, and wanting drugs
and drink. He came to the library to escape himself and this was what he was
trying oh so hard to do, sitting and reading a book.
Why
did Romel know this? He turned away from
the man, hoping the link would break. It didn’t. And neither did his link with
every other patron in the library. He felt all their feelings: youthful exuberance,
boredom, frustration, fear, joy, resentment. They were all there, all at once,
too many for him to bear.
And
then, just as he thought he might go mad, drowning as he was in this sea of
sensation, something within him parted the sea.
It
was a voice. Yes, an actual voice this time. But, it was a whisper of a voice, barely
discernable above the noise. And yet, it came through clear, if only Romel
listened close.
“Romel?”
it asked.
“Who…who
are you?” replied Romel aloud.
“I’m
‘the Calling’ placed inside you,” it said and then turned on the glow. Romel’s
chest lit a bright and burning gold, radiant as the coal. “I’ll be with you
now, forever. Though not always this loud.”
“What
the hell?” said Romel, his hands darting to his chest. He tried concealing the
light but no amount of covering could. It shone right through the gaps between
his fingers, like sunrays through the figures in a stained glass window.
“You
shouldn’t use language like that around me,” the voice said, dimming the light.
“Now, I need you to concentrate.”
Romel,
though relieved to have his chest no longer blazing like a star, wasn’t about
to just hand over control of his actions to this damned, cryptic voice.
“Concentrate? No, I’m not going to concentrate. I need to know what’s going on.
What’s ‘the Calling,’ why are you in me, why am I feeling what everyone else
feels?”
“We
don’t have time for all that now, Romel. There’s a woman here, I’m sure you
feel her already, who is looking to do something for which she won’t be
forgiven. I want you to find her using your powers and stop her.”
“Stop
her?”
“Yes,
stop her. You should be forewarned, though, she is a fighter, very skilled, and
she feels no pain. It will not be an easy task. But, for the occasion, I will
grant you this…”
An
undulation, like a small earthquake beneath his skin, suddenly swept through
him. It flowed out from his chest, passed through his arms, warbled down his
legs, strengthening him, swelling his musculature, making him firm. When it was
done, he was a new man. He was still slim, but now, he was toned as an athlete.
On instinct, he flexed his biceps, his chest, his forearms. They filled with blood,
hardened, tightened, felt good. He looked down at himself in shock.
The
voice said then, “Are you ready?”
Romel,
who was still somewhat dumbfounded, took a minute to respond, “Ready? Ready for
what?”
“Have
you not been listening, Romel? To find and stop the woman.”
“Find
and stop the woman?” Romel asked as though he were only now understanding what
was being asked of him. “No. No, I’m not ready.”
“But,
Romel, you have to be. It’s about to happen soon!”
“I’m…”
Romel started, shaking his head to try and clear away the fog of feelings in
his head, “I’m not doing that. I don’t want to use these powers to find anyone,
or do anything else, and I definitely don’t want to fight anyone. I don’t like fighting.”
“But
the fight may save her and others.”
“Yeah,
I’m not interested in that. All I want,” Romel here stood, “is to go back home
and be left alone.”
“What?!”
the voice exclaimed. “How can you…?” It tried to ask. The words were futile.
Romel had already committed himself to his choice.
He took off running, faster now than ever because of his new strength, through the aisles, to the stairs, down the stairs, through the lobby, through the foyer, and through the door, leaving behind, them and their feelings, all the people he’d encountered before, all the while the voice inside him yelling as loud as it was allowed, and all the while it went ignored.
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