Dear mom and dad,
I know it's been long since I last wrote to you. Your little boy has grown up. Tiw is being childish. He has a normal spirit but keeps bugging me. But can't be declined he's my bestie. I hope he stopped having feelings for me. I am at the Madrigal mansion. Just met some evil spirit claiming to find someone. I don't know what to do. Should I help? Anyways nothing more. Goodnight.
Love you
He heard a knock as his door. He sluggishly walked to it still in his pajamas.
"Dad!" He stated in his sleepy mode and walked back to his bed. The midthirties guy walked in.
"How are you?" He asked as the boy walked to his treadmill
"As you can see. Perfect." He responded.
"Introductions will be done today. I hope you haven't interacted with the guys."
"I have. One."
"Who?"
"The guy Madrigal chose to be my secretary."
"Do you still talk to him via the portrait?"
"Yes." He responded as the man sat on his bed.
"Okay. Mum and Lily are out there want to see them?" He asked as the door opened.
"I never said yes." Dylan stated as Feliz walked in.
"Feliz walk out." Dad stated.
"No need." I stated as she gladly walked in. I stopped the machine and walked to my drawer. A deodorant spray was there.
"Which scent is this?" He asked her. She picked it and sprayed at the back of her hand. On smelling it she passed out.
"What was that?"
"Memory terminator. You should try it once in a while." He stated looking at him.
"Room policy?!"
"You now remember. Want a try?" Dylan asked as someone knocked the door. He pulled Feliz to it and had Mick throw her out somewhere.
"So I wanted to ask if you can have mum as your secretary."
"She is."
"Then why was that lady in this house?"
"For you." He responded wholly confident.
"Hmphhh" the sound discarded itself from him as he went back on his machine.
"You and your grandfather have much in common. Why do you guys want me to find a lover? I'm okay plus that girl sucks. She can't even put on proper make-up." He stated as the speed increased. Sweat begun flowing making his white vest attached to his skin. He was musculine with every curve on him perfect.
"You observed?"
"Abit. I wasn't interested although."
"I'm a guy. I get you. What if the girls in the office?"
"None."
"Are you gay?"
"Why are you asking similar questions as grandpa?"
"With that it seems you are." Then the door was knocked. He kept on running as the old man walked to it. Seconds later his dad ordered him out.
"Guys!" Mick called out as everyone stopped with practice.
"Sorry I forgot to inform you guys but the bosses are home." He stated.
"We kind of already knew." New stated.
"Who informed you?" He asked as they all looked at Nice who was busy sharpening a stick.
"What?" He asked. He wasn't even in the meeting.
"How did you know they were coming?" Mick asked.
"I felt the increased number of spirits." He stated as they looked at one another.
"And the simple termination of one." He stated and continued sharpening the stick.
"Termination?"
"Yes. Feliz was kicked out yesterday...no, this morning." He stated.
"They are coming." He stated as he stood up straight.
"Hello everyone." David stated as they all greeted back. Nice picked another stick and continued sharpening it as he starched the one already sharpened in a bag on his waist. He was behind them all. He didn't want to interact with anyone's spirit at the moment.
"Hey." They responded in unison.
"I'm glad we are back. The other ten of you are still at the airport as per protocol...So the ten members from St Michaels please come forth." He stated as they begun walking ahead. Venice went round slowly and was last to arrive.
"So I've heard two spots have already been taken. First is like to see the guard. Please introduce yourself." He stated as Nick walked forth.
"Nick." Then he was silent. Stage fright. Maybe.
"What else am I to say?" He asked smiling as they all laughed.
"Age!" David asked as the others ran silent.
"We are all seventeen." He stated and walked back.
"The secretary." This was the one guy he was waiting for. Venice stepped forward
"Venice. But call me Nice." He stated coldly. Then was silent.
"More to add..., Mick we have company." He stated frankly as he removed his stick and continued sharpening it while walking from the front.
"What does he mean?" David asked as everyone was alert.
"Apparently, any person who is most wanted?" Nick asked the family. They all looked at Dylan.
"What?" He asked still confused.
"Go with him." He stated pointing at Nice.
"Where?" Nice asked also confused.
"Somewhere safe." Mick responded.
"It's part of their family. His brother." Nice continued. Trying to make them feel reassured.
"Go with him Dylan." David stated hurriedly as the two walked into the house.
Then a black limousine stopped right where they were. David pulled Mick.
"Are you sure that boy is..."
"No idea. He just senses bad omen." He responded still with no idea.
"Hey bro!" A voice came as he hopped from the house.
"Dante. What a surprise! " David responded as he walked to him.
"Did you guys know I was coming?" The guy asked as he buttoned up his suit.
"Well you didn't tell anyone but my staff is always ready to welcome you. He stated as the nine were hidden.
"Where is Mick?" He asked as his wife and son came from the vehicle.
"Daniel." David stated pretending to be excited. Everything was odd. The atmosphere was tense.
David walked the team into the living room as they all sat on the couch.
Dylan opened the door to the art room. They both walked in silently.
Nice sat on the floor as he continued sharpening the stick at hand. He felt it. A different spirit was inside. A strong one. But he dared not ask.
"Why did you leave yesterday?" He exhaled before asking.
"Because you nailed it."
"Because there is something you are hiding from me." He stated and looked up at him. He was seated on the stool slowly moving his brush on the canvas sheet but then he stopped.
"Example?"
"The other spirit in here." He thought of speaking but calmed down. He was silent.
"I won't state a detail. You are the boss and your decisions are yours to make." He looked outside the window. Everything seemed bright. It was just mid-day. He knew there was something off about the room. Something he couldn't pin point. Then he was back on the floor and seconds later he was asleep.
Dylan looked at him. His cute structure. His positioning. He looked vulnerable. He walked to the drawer and pulled out a blanket and positioned it for him. He carried his light pale body to the bedding he made. His heart pulpitated just as GGP told him. On placing him there gently he stroked his hair as he admired his beauty. The long lashes. His whinny lips, everything on him seemed beautiful. He felt warm and happy just by sight. Just by touch.