(Surprise surprise)
David's POV.
I'm soon to be crowned 'Conspiracy theorist' of the year.
But can you blame me? You've never been a part of a Gamer's plan, which I assure you is not pleasant.
Right now, Mia and Harry are having more bonding time than ever. She barely says three words to me around him! Me! Her freaking long-term BFF!
Harry had this way of making her come to him, I couldn't blame him he barely did anything. Mia was the one too drawn. And If I spoke, then I'm a jealous baby who can't be happy for his best friend.
I know Harry isn't the angel he claims to be, he's the fucking devil. He had demon eyes the other day and he killed a tree! I only need a proof to show Mia and get it over with her new crush freak show.
I'm not sure where I was going right now, would guarantee that proof but I'll take my chances.
I was heading to a Mentalist called Vladimir Oscar in the suburbs. It was a 50 minute drive minus some traffic. But of course nobody cares 'cuz Mia and Harry are off shooting people somewhere.
I could use some Arctic Monkeys tracks right now.
"Are you serious?" I sighed exasperatedly at the track that played 'I wanna be yours'.
That's not like..... shading me and Mia at all.
I changed it and it played 'Do I wanna know?' And basically I was being mocked in my car by my own favourite band.
Welcome to the life of David Whales.
I intentionally read tragedies like Romeo and Juliet, Tale of two cities, the great Gatsby to ironically criticize my hypocrisy. The characters all confessed their love and died. I'm dead and confessing my love would resurrect me.
Poetic, huh? Told you I read a lot.
Cannot escape how boring riding the car alone is. I bet it's splendid to go on a joyride with Harry.
I need to stop being bitter about this.
"Finally." I mumbled as I parked in front of a completely ordinary house. Too ordinary to have a 'mentalist' inhabitant.
I knocked thrice and waited then the upper part of the door opened revealing the mentalist's face.
He looked about 50, give or take a couple of years. Blond hair and green eyes, a bit chubby but all in all slim.
"Hey, my name is-" I started but he interrupted me, smiling.
"David Whales. I know, we have an appointment. Come in please." He welcomed and opened the door fully, gesturing inside.
"Thanks..." it was suspicious alright! He had one of those haunting smiles.
"Tea?" He offered holding a glass teapot that showed a thick crimson liquid.
"Um. N-no thanks." I hesitated giving the fact that this so called tea highly resembled blood.
He poured himself a cup and gestured for me to sit down and we sat on opposite chairs.
I couldn't help but cringe when the tea left a trail of red on his lips.
"I- uh.... I'm hoping you can provide me with some honest information about Gamers." I started.
"Nasty minds these creatures have, what do you want to know?" He spoke casually, sipping on his tea.
"Everything really." I spoke liberately, hoping that this isn't a waste of time or gas.
"Do you want to know about Gamers or about Harry?" Vladimir asked coolly.
Here we go.
"Harry." I answered briefly.
"For starters, I wanna clear things up. You think Vladimir is lame and honestly, me too which is why it isn't my real name. Also, It's not a waste of time nor gas to come here." He started absently before raising his forefinger and then rubbing his temples.
"Okay, Harry Styles a couple of hundred years old, originated from Cheshire. Bit by Geoff Payne who wanted to test a theory. The theory was successful and within days Harry became a Gamer but there was this observer..... Jack?.... John? No, Josh! He didn't know Harry had become a Gamer and he wanted to recruit him and ....uh.... shit happened? Harry's fiancee got killed and Josh teleported and Harry couldn't get him so he's planning a 100+ years revenge plan. That's some background information. Beer?" He said hesitant about some details, as if recollecting his information spiritually.
"....no, thanks. I don't drink." I replied momentarily, reciting everything he said in my head.
"You said this Geoff bit Harry to test a theory. What theory?" I asked, this 'theory' being the only appropriately useful information I could investigate further.
"Oh, he- uh.. had this presumption that free creatures -the ones bit without interference of any venom- aren't free. He believed that they'd become the creature their personality relates to the most, even if they had vast choices. So he bit young, adventurous Harry and gave him the opportunity to choose, and Harry did choose what he was destined to become. Pizza?" He narrated.
For a moment there I thought he said Harry was destined to become Pizza. Punctuation errors.
Honestly, I have so many questions right now. Tops them, is why does he have to offer food and beverages after every answer?
"No, I'm full. Thanks." I declined and he gave me a 'it's your loss' shrug.
"Okay, so Geoff just attacked a kid wandering in the woods?" I asked disbelieving that Harry has ever been a victim of somebody else's actions.
"If you call Harry a kid, then yeah." He replied easily.
"Fine, Enough with the biography. What is he capable of?" That's the important part now.
"Listen, you need to know the basis. There's a pyramid scheme to these supernatural creatures. On top is the ultimate power, the angels, they give orders to a Master of masters, called the Mentor and currently she's a girl named Isabelle Walters, now what Isabelle does is give the orders as they are to the bottom level, the creatures and every creature does his task without customizing or interfering in any details." He explained.
Isabelle Walters. God, I knew it!
"Okay, every creature has a task-" I started but strangely, he cut me off.
"Now, what a Gamer is capable of is a long list of abilities I don't know all of them, only a couple. They can basically do anything. Teleport, shift forms, voices, disappear like camouflage, read your thoughts, know your background, interfere in your vision, dreams and thoughts. Their biggest weapon is words and they're referred to as foxes because of their mastered deception. They're lenient and can become any creature and behold their powers." He listed what I'm sure is just 10% of a thousands.
"Is it possible to be friends with them? Under any circumstances?" I asked hoping it's a yes.
"Of course, if you're friends with a Gamer, you just took over the whole world. They're very loyal and very forgiving and willing to sacrifice anything for you. But beware, you never know if his loyalty is true or just a game." He warned and I couldn't help but tense.
I'm positive he's playing Mia. He's got her wrapped around his bloody tall finger.
"Is there a girl involved?" He casually asked then realized from the offended look on my face that there is.
"Wooooh, spicy!" For God's sake, he's fifty or something.
"Maura? Marilyn? Mia!" He guessed and I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Back to my question, if every creature has a task they're obliged to do, what's a Gamer's task?" I asked without getting cut off this time.
"Very simple, kill sinners, but of course, not any sinners deserve to die only the killers." He shared and I was baffled for a moment, I couldn't pinpoint what that had to do with me and Mia.
Mia didn't kill anyone as far as I remembered, so all I could hope for until I confront Harry, is that they are friends.
"Thanks, Vladimir." I said mindlessly and stood up.
Strangely, I found my shoulder being held. I turned and looked at him suspiciously.
"Tell Mia, Dave. Tell her you love her before it's too late." He advised endearingly and I nodded quickly and headed out.
Believe me Vladimir, if I could, I would.
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Just in case you're wondering, the mentalist referred to is Mark Pellegrino. This fabulous devil ↓↓