Aurator, The by M.A. KROPF Read Free Book Online Page B

away I saw his red aura all the way across the cafe and shook my head. He smiled and stood to greet me. He motioned for me to sit. I had barely sat down when he asked, “What’s wrong?”
    Still not very trusting, I said, “What makes you think something is wrong?”
    He furrowed his brow, looked at me for a moment, and said, “You look different… .” He trailed off and then, as if he were going to ask something else but changed his mind, he continued, “So, what can I do for you?”
    “What do you mean I look different?” I know that this was not the reason for calling him originally but, well, I couldn’t see me the way he could. My curiosity was piqued.
    He took an exasperated breath, probably wishing he hadn’t said anything in the first place. “Is that why you called me?”
    I shook my head annoyed, “Look, I called about something else but I want to know what you see.”
    He sighed, “Your aura, well, it’s more red than before.”
    “What does that mean?” I asked.
    “Usually the aura deepens as our, well, our acceptance of purpose deepens. But have you?”
    “Nothing’s changed. I mean…” I took a deep breath and spoke the words quickly so I wouldn’t lose my nerve. “I was at work and a patient came in who was a woman from my dream…”
    “Vision,” he corrected me, then motioned for me to continue.
    I was always so irritated when I was interrupted. I tried to shake it off now so as not to lose my rhythm and continued. “I had a sudden surge of anger and had to focus to be able to care for her. She didn’t die, so I’m not sure what to make of that. If what you told me is true then she should have died, and then I would be going after her killer, right? I guess I need answers. I feel like I’m losing my mind.” I stopped to catch my breath.
    He sat back and smiled, took a breath in and out and spoke slowly. “You are not crazy, you are exactly who you are supposed to be.”
    Ugh, I thought, that tells me nothing. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
    He held one hand up and continued, “Wait, listen. You had a vision of what will be. If you don’t intercede… well… those people could die. The fact that she didn’t die is good, it could have been affected by a number of factors. Have you seen the person responsible yet?”
    “How would I know who it is?” This question made sense to me, but it seemed to send Aaron a different message.
    “If you don’t know, then you haven’t because you’d be unable to stop yourself, the urge would be too much.”
    I put my head into my hands and fought the urge to cry. “I can’t… can’t be… this.”
    He spoke in a soft, almost tender voice. “I’m sorry, it’s not your fault. It does take some time to adjust.”
    “I don’t understand,” I finally got out. “When I was in high school and I saw John, the boy who killed the students at my school, I didn’t kill him. So, it can’t be true.”
    After a minute I looked up because he didn’t answer me. He was sitting back, eyes wide.
    “What? What did I say?” I was confused. I wondered what I could have said that would have caused him to react this way.
    He almost whispered, “You knew who the killer was? That person is still alive? The kid from high school?”
    I leaned forward in response to his whispering, “Yes, I guess, I don’t know. I think he went to jail when I was in high school. That was the last I heard of him.”
    He shook his head, “No, let me rephrase. Then from what you’re saying, you saw him, but you did not complete your purpose?”
    “Well, your definition of completion of purpose is to kill someone, right?”
    He nodded in agreement.
    “Then no, obviously, he went to jail. I did not kill him. Why?”
    He sat there for a moment as his expression changed into one of confusion. Then, again shaking his head side to side, he said, “This is beyond me. We need to call Max.”
    I was confused. But then, I seemed to be spending most of my time this