The Co-operative // Michael Langdon Fiction

A snake.

It took me a minute to really digest that my eyes were the same shape as a snakes I guess I was now that property of this 'Crowley' and he gave me these powers, but why? The topic was getting to be to much for me. All of this talk about powers and Satan associates. I decided to change the topic because it looked to be a lot for Michael to digest as well.

"So, you met Gallant? How did his Co-operation go?" I asked making Michael give his attention towards me. He looked to be more disgusted than bored or even interested at the mention of Gallant.

"He mostly told me what he thought I wanted to hear and he express that he had a desire for me which I found repulsing. So to get under his skin I sent a creature of my own making to play with his head," he said giggling like a child at the mess he is about to create. "What about you what have you determined about the rest of them," he asked lying down completely.

Before i could answer his question i looked down on him. He was a masterpiece that i never really got a good look at. His hair flowed down the comforter and his eyes danced trying to find something to look at. If he wasn't the Antichrist i would probably think he was a pretty mellow person. "Malia?" He asked tearing his gaze from the ceiling.

I jumped because i was caught staring and answered his question "Oh, pretty much the same thing. Most of them are hiding behind a wall and they only allowing us to see what they think you want to see. That Coco girl being one of them," I said. Michael nodded and then grabbed the stack of folders that he left beside the bed when her first came in to see me.

He scattered them on the bed and I found Cocos folder only i didn't grab it. Instead i picked up Emily's. Opening that file i notice the mug shots they took of her and read the long and very graphic description about her. She was a student a UCLA and was studying Law it says here she wants people from other countries to have the same advantages as we did. Her mother and father by the looks of it where not supportive of her see as she was put in jail for 5 days and they never made any advancements to see or talk to her.

"I see you found something interesting..." Michael said holding onto the boy Andres file. He placed his folder down and held his hand out to look at the record of this girl. "hmm... she hasn't caused anything troubling while she has been here?" he asked in more of a question tone.

"Before the bombs it says she was arrested for protesting on campus. So, if i had to guess this girl doesn't like following the norms of society and would rather change the world. Even if it meant breaking a couple rules," i said pointing toward the paragraph that describes her arrest

"Ok yes, but it says here she did it so she could stop child labouring which in turn would make the world better. So why would we need someone like that?" he asked placing the folder down on the bed. I sighed and rolled my eyes knowing i was going to have to explain this to him.

"I heard her talking to Timothy a couple of hours ago, when you were with Mrs. Venable and they seem to be fascinated by you. She wants to leave. Shes desperate. I want them protected till i say otherwise." i said partially lying down beside him so our faces were close to each other.

Michael smile and straighten up to look down at me "For someone who didnt want anything to do with the decision part of the interviews you sure as hell know how to make dema... Wait" Michael said getting up from the bed he looked through the door as if he could hear something and looked back at me. "You're right about this one. She is on her way here with that other boy to search the room," he said waving me to walk with him. He grabbed his computer which was placed on the dresser and opened it to reveal messages with the leading Co-op members at the sanctuary.

"What are you doing?" i asked ask he scrolled through the emails. I was surprised that it would even work without infrastructure. Michael pulled up one of the emails that he started to write a while ago and place the computer on the bed.