There were over a dozen cameras in the gym. Pointed everywhere but the bathrooms and the locker rooms. Originally meant to insure patrons weren't stealing or breaking anything, they now were silent watchers of a small group of people who did not pay to enter and do not leave at closing time.

One camera was pointed outside, at the front door and the empty sidewalk. Most days all it saw was heavy rains, pelting the ground or wild winds carrying trees and abandoned objects past the door or, once in a while, the people inside leaving to find supplies and occasionally coming back. Things did not linger often in this camera's view.

Three people approached in utter silence. It was too pixelated, black and white, to make out much detail. But what could be easily seen were cloths wrapped around their mouths and noses and one of the figures being half-supported, half-dragged by the other two. The supported one was dropped on the sidewalk, his allies banging on the large glass by the door.

Those inside the gym, as viewed by other camera's flinched but otherwise ignored the newcomers, going about their days. Only one woman left, returning a few moments later with Him.

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The tan boy, with long brown hair, wearing cargo pants, a tight black T-shirt, and a transparent raincoat, moved through the gym in clear, crisp color. He stepped right through the door without opening it.

The two companions of the collapsed man backed away. Despite the blurriness of their faces, their fear was blatantly apparent.

The boy ignored them, kneeling in front of the one on the ground. The other two were clearly saying something but their voices were lost to the lack of speakers. The tan boy lifted the man's shirt, revealing a strange, dark mass on his chest. The boy grabbed it, the mass gaining color in his hands. Red, a shade too light to compare to blood but tempting it.

The boy frowned at the mass, eyebrows pinching together and muttered, "I though he was done with theses spores." The boy closed his hands around the mass and it dissolved into pink flower petals slipping through his fingers, starting with what was in his hands and spreading down and across the man's chest.

He sat up suddenly, petals scattering, and coughed violently, a few petals falling from his mouth. The boy put a hand on the man's back and rubbed until he stopped trembling.

Then he stood, a smile finally on his lips as he addressed all three together, "please, come in, have some food, all are welcome."

One of the strangers, with long hair, clasped her hands in front of her.

The boy turned his gaze to focus on her and her unrecorded words. He tilted his head slightly to her and said, "I am called Rebirth."