"You're already dead, remember?" They appeared to be in full stride. Samantha giggled, holding him in her arms. "You would resist. Plus, you trust me, don't you? I've always been there for you, so there's no way I would let you die. It's a lot of fun to see you squirm," Samantha said, laughing loud as she took a sharp right turn in the air.
"I get it, I get it." He was upset now. "I can't even have a chance to take in all the beautiful sights," Sean yelled. He saw a giant pool of water with a waterfall underneath. "Will we be able to visit the waterfall one of these days?" The scenery reminds me of a tropical vacation.
Samantha said, "Anything you experience here in a Dreamweaver's Society will be ten times better than what Earth had to offer. I guess one day you'll be able to visit. Right now, focus on your training."
The moment Sean stared back, he felt his body once again go to an intense freefall with the angel. As the ground narrowed closer, he closed his eyes the wind rushing across his cheeks.
Sean ogled the massive structure, which was covered in gold bricks. His eyes traced the different paintings on the windows. All he knew was that they were beautiful, and he was thankful to have his feet on the ground.
The sliding doors open as a man runs out. "You can't make me do it; you can't make me do it; I don't want to." He ran up toward Sean and grabbed him by the arm.
"Don't let them take me back in there." The man's eyes were red like fire. His hands were sweaty, hanging onto Sean for dear life.
Samantha tapped Sean on the shoulder twice. Don't say a word. "That is Saul, the tall, muscular man in a black trench coat with a hood on walking towards you."
Without a word, the man in the trench coat snatches the scared skinny man and drags him back to the building.
"What was that?" Sean scurried toward Samantha, looking up at her with curiosity in his eyes.
"The one whom was clinging from you rejected the proposal of becoming a Dreamweaver." Samantha looked at him, and she proceeded forward.
Sean followed Samantha through the doors. He saw a cheerful young man in a business suit sitting at work at the check-in area.
Samantha walked forward as the man smiled and looked at Sean and nodded.
"This way," Samantha stated, winking at Sean. They walked through a series of passageways that were painted blue and pink. It felt like walking through a hallway of cotton candy. The color resembled Sean's favorite football team when he was younger.
He almost bumped into Samantha, who looked back at him.
"Whatever happens, don't give up," Samantha said. She extended her arm, pulling him close, her lips pressing against Sean's sweaty forehead.
Sean gazed at her. He felt like a frog was stuck in his throat. I'm terrified.
Proceeding through the doors, he noticed a large room with several different people of different sizes shooting objects. Some were in outfits like his, while others were in skimpier attire. It reminded him of the battle shows he watched as a child.
Sean walked over to the counter with Samantha. He looked at the man who was standing in front of a tall bookcase.
"Intro training," the man said to Samantha with a smile. "There seem to be a lot of people who are transitioning through here lately. I guess the dead are indeed coming in at a rapid rate." The man presses the button. "You guys are in room one. They're already waiting for you."
"They?" Sean acknowledged sheepishly. His mouth was a dry as a desert. His right foot tapped the floor as if counting the rhythm of a song.
The duo rounded the corner from the desk. It was a two-minute walk to the room they were supposed to be in. The one-way glass sliding doors opened as Sean and Samantha stepped forward.
"It's about time you showed up." A stern man with a trim beard and charcoal skin sneered at Sean.
Samantha bowed gracefully toward the man. "We were running a little bit behind. I'll be taking a seat over here and watch and wait to see what happens."
"All right, chump." The muscular man crossed his arms, his upper lip quivering.
Sean glanced around the room. He took his thumb and pointed it toward himself. "Me, a chump!?"
"That's right," the man bellowed, "you are a chump. It's my job to make sure you don't die out there on your first mission. You have no fighting ability at all. You suck at fighting. You take one step into the dream realm, and you will die a horrible spiritual death. Demons don't play around."
Sean smacked his cheeks twice, shaking his head, trying to wipe the fear off his face. "My name is Sean." His eyes surveyed the muscular dark skin man with all the faith he could muster in his heart. The man reminded him of the bouncers he used to see at the club.
The man looked at Sean with his eyebrow raised. "I'm not your friend, and you will have to earn my respect. You can call me Macedon."
Sean nodded, his impassioned eyes glaring at Macedon.