The Renegade Occultist

I was with a young man who was calling his childhood friend, who he loved dearly, explaining to her that he would not be able to see her anytime soon. Of course they both knew why, as he was part of a renegade organization that was wanted by the government. She herself was part of the FBI. She then inquired as to how he became part of such organization. He soon began to explain as I followed him into a flashback.

It was upon his friend's entrance into the FBI. He wished to help out just as much and join the CIA, but in his training, he soon felt he was being watched. It was then he realized that he obtained the ability to see into the 4th dimension. Weird creatures, like the one's seen in nightmares, aroused out of nowhere. He soon worked on learning more about them. He then became into contact with another man, who was relatively crazy, but he did not know at the time, who could also see them. Together they worked on controlling them, making contracts and tracking them and those that had to be destroyed. However, as he had more and more success with these interactions between himself and the spirits, he could tell there were greater spirits out there that just were not pleased with his presence. One group was the grim reapers. He recalls to her that he was once in his study working on contracts and other documents, when he felt the presence of something behind him, but this had become a normal feeling for him, so he left it alone, wearily. As he was sleeping, the grim got closer to him, it raised it scythe, but missed. This was just a warning. Death was on its way for him.

***

He also recalled the first time he helped someone with his ability. In an abandon ally way, he rescued a child from an abusive attacker. A young boy, around the age of ten, came up into the apartment of a man, who seemed to be a friend of the family's.

"What did you want me to see?" asked the boy with attitude. You could tell he was a rowdy child, with an un-kept rat tail and a frumpy walk that showed you his reluctance.

"Put these on," said the man, who also shared a rat tail with the boy, but also held a long mustache.

"Why?" spat the boy.

"Because, I'm going to rape you if you don't," said the man.

"You're not going to rape me," said the boy, confidence waning.

"Yes, I'm going to rape you. Like I did last night. Like I did that other boy."

He then forced the boy into a set of girls clothes, all the meanwhile, claiming that he was going to rape him. The boy was filled with terror. He pushed the man away and ran into the ally way of the street.

It was a hot, sunny day. Two young black women were walking back from the gym. They were laughing about various things, when they heard a cry from a young boy.

"Help me!"

They looked around, but they could only hear the voice. They decided to call 9-1-1, but unfortunately, there were no bars. One of them went up ahead to make the call, while the other stayed back in the distance, within sight by the crying voice.

Then her eyes lit up as a young boy, dressed as a girl emerged from the building walls. Unfortunately, as funny as this would appear in normal circumstances, the boy's face was full of distress to even consider it. He was crying tremendously, not ceasing to beg, "Help me."

"Don't worry, help is on the way," she called out to him, but it was at that very moment a gunshot was blasted. Her friend called out her name, not realizing that she had found the crying voice. She hesitated. Again her voice was called.

"LET'S GO!" she screamed!

The young woman looked back at the crying boy. They both knew that it whatever was coming, it was meant to get him.

She ran, praying for a miracle.

There the boy slowly began to move again, but his boy was in pain. His attacker soon came into sight.

"You thought you could get away," he laughed. "You thought wrong, boy."

"PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME!"

"Nobody's going to help you here boy. This place is mostly abandon. There's no one her-----"

Suddenly a man jumped on him, leader of the creatures of the fourth dimension, our protagonist.

"Last I checked I wasn't a nobody, old man," he said with a smirk.

"You little punk!"

The child's violator tried to punch him with his gun, but he smoothly caught it pushing it back against him.

"NOW," he shouted to what seemed like no one in particular. Suddenly, the man tripped, as the young one held his ground, pulling the gun away from him.

"Why you...." the older man began, but he wasn't allowed to finish as he felt the weight of the back of the gun knock him unconscious.

The young man dropped the gun. The sirens were already getting closer.

"Are you okay?" he asked the young boy.

The boy nodded. He seemed relieved, he fell to the ground, crying.

"Thank you," he said, but as he looked up, no one was there.

The police came, shouting to locate the situation. The boy called out to them and explained to them the situation. What he failed to see was the contracted beings that helped the young hero find the boy and trip the attacker.

It was a test run. He needed to see what he could do, what they could do.

***

"Why do you say 'contracted'?" she asked.

"It's a contract on how long they work and how much they get paid."

"How do they get paid?"

"By life force."

Death was surely coming for him.