Hearing that voice echo through his mind, Frankie thought he was on some type of shit that only junkies would take. Then again, Frankie didn’t know of any drug that froze an area and projected some kind of heavenly voice into one’s mind. So, obviously Frankie wasn’t right in that area. Still, he found it extremely odd that this guy would say that the world needs him and the other seven or eight people around. This sounded like something straight from the Power Rangers or The Avengers, except this wasn’t a television series or a comic book series. This was real life and Frankie seemed to find himself immersed in this craziness.

As he would speak more about how the lot of the people gathered were chosen by this guy and that they have all accepted the job. Funny, Frankie didn’t remember saying yes to any kind of job, especially one that revolved around magic. Though, the more he thought about it, the more Frankie started to realize that his new gifts of gathering more information than he ever had in his entire lifetime was starting to make sense. Like, he never was able to get as much information as he had in the last month in the five years he’s been in the Information business. Perhaps the hillbilly was right and that something of the supernatural(or whatever the guy called it) was happening beneath Frankie’s nose and he didn’t even know about it.

On the mention of the eleventh hour, that made Frankie look at his phone and he just couldn’t believe that over an hour has almost elapsed. To him, hearing the man speak to him and the others around, it only seemed like ten minutes at most. Something else also got his attention. The whole thing about ‘it’ beginning. What was that supposed to mean anyway/ Was this guy talking about the end of the world happening at eleven O’clock? If so, then was Frankie supposed to be on-board? He didn’t know and this was just way too much information for Frankie to take in all at once.

Frankie rubbed his head as he just felt like he had the worst headache of all. His blonde hair would be roughed up in the front, and some bangs would float over his eyes. Frankie would use his hands to brush them back to the back where they were and he breathed in as if stressed. He would look around and saw no one had said anything yet, so he would have to break the ice. [b]“So, what? Are we supposed to just blindly follow you just cause you say the world is going to be ending?”[/b] Frankie said obviously not believing a single word. [b]“I’m all for this supernatural, magical hoop-lah, but you got to give me more than that if you want me to just go with you.” [/b]He said.