However Unlikely Ch. 7Chapter Seven: Encounters
Elijah was in the same sector as yesterday. He hadnt slept well, worry for Zia eating away at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked for a building that would support his weight. All buildings on this side of The Wall were built for humans. He eventually found a three-story warehouse to suit his needs. Sitting down, he leaned against it. Sleeping on duty was frowned upon, but he wasnt going to sleep. He was simply going to rest his eyes. His head rested on the roof of the warehouse, closing his eyes. Sighing happily, he crossed his arms over his chest.
A pair of young girls ran through the brightly colored tourist district. An elderly woman chased after them waving a broom. The girls screamed wildly as the broom missed them time and time again. The old woman screamed profanities at them as they ran. A few startled tourists watched.
Why did we come this way, again? one of the girls panted.
Because this is how I found hi
However Unlikely Ch. 6Chapter Six: Friends
Eve rolled over, sunlight streaming through the window across the room. She groaned and cracked one hazel eye. A screen of copper brown hair obscured her vision. She attempted to sit up, but wound up on the floor instead. Grumbling, she climbed back into her cot and sat there, waiting for one of the other girls to say something. She stretched, remembering her conversation with Zia. Poor girl would be sore today, tired too. Eve pulled her wavy hair into an unruly ponytail. She shook her head and walked to the communal bathroom to start her day.
Zias eyes flew open when the door opened. She was expecting to see Smythe. A snarl pulled at her face as she beheld the adult entering the room. The woman was gnawing on a muffin, crumbs showering to the floor. Her penciled eyebrows were permanently drawn into a scowl over her beady eyes. Her fat cheeks expanded as she shoved more muffin between her painted lips. Her triple chin jiggling as she swallowed. Her stomach wa
However Unlikely Ch. 5Chapter Five: Hornbeam
Elijah let Zia off a little ways past where he had originally seen her, mostly because he didnt want the other Sentinels to know what hed done. Zia hopped off his hand and started running. She had to get back to the orphanage at the same time as everyone else, or else. It was rude of her, but she didnt have time to worry about that right now.
Now I know it was me, Elijah cursed internally as she bolted away from him. He had no way to know what was waiting for her at Hornbeam. He stood slowly and trudged back to the wall, not even looking at her over his shoulder.
Zia was panting by the time she reached the orphanage. She wasnt late. Eunice and Becky were just walking in. Zia hurried to catch up with them, hoping Smythe wouldnt notice.
Well, well, well, Smythes rough voice called out. The prodigal misfit returns.
Zia froze. She could feel his eyes boring into her. Smythe clicked his tongue agains
However Unlikely Ch. 4Chapter Four: Return
Zia felt so secure, protected. She barely felt her Sentinel wrap his other fingers around her. All thoughts of the orphanage and Madam Margie and Smythe disappeared. She wished the moment would last forever, that she never had to go back. She opened her eyes and started giggling at the mess on her Sentinels finger. Her eyes darted to his. All the worry had left Elijah's eyes when she giggled in his fingers. She saw his smile, and, remembering the sweet, gooey, nutty, fruity yumminess from earlier, started licking his finger. He couldnt help quirking an eyebrow. I mustve done something right, he thought. Unfortunately, his shoulder was starting to ache. If he could just hold still long enough, maybe she would see he was a good guy. Still, his arm was starting to cramp up.
Uh, Zia? he said, as gently as possible. I kinda gotta move now, hon.
She stopped licking the second he started talking, her tongue still sticking
However Unlikely Ch. 3Chapter Three: Care
He could feel her eyes on his back, examining him. He tensed under the seven-year-old's scrutiny. Elijah wondered what she was expecting. He thought back to the image of her caretaker, Ophelia Mauze. The fat pig. He sighed and looked over his shoulder. Zia took a few steps back as one of the Sentinel's grey eyes locked on her. She looked at her bare feet, suddenly wishing for shoes. Well, shoes and normal eyes. Elijah turned to face her, his hands pressing the countertop. She wasn't looking at him. He leaned down, trying to get a better look at her now the dirt and grime was gone. Her hair was a deep blonde, reminiscent of the color of ripe straw. Her skin was only a shade or so lighter than his own, probably from wandering around looking for something to eat. His midsection suddenly rumbled, causing both of them to start. Zia's wide eyes stared up at him, terror gripping her small frame.
"Guess I'm a bit hungry too," Elijah tried to laugh it off. "PB and J sound go
However Unlikely Ch. 2Chapter Two: Safe?
Zia floundered in the bowl of now dirty water. She hoped the Sentinel would be back soon. While the water wasn't overly deep, she still didn't like feeling trapped. She tried to climb out again and only succeeded in falling back into the bowl for the umpteenth time.
Elijah leaned against the door, attempting to calm himself. He was still shocked that there was so little information on her. Didn't that orphanage keep better records? Didn't they try to get kids like Zia adopted? Elijah upper lip curled as he fumbled with his buttons. He shrugged the top of his uniform off and stalked back to the computer.
"Hornbeam Orphanage," he snarled. The computer hummed again. This time more information was displayed. He scanned the page, searching for the proprietor. Bingo. Ms. Ophelia Mauze. He glared at her image, fat cheeks turning into a triple chin beneath a hideously colored scowl. Her unnaturally red hair done up in a way that seemed to exaggerate her fat. Her eyes, beady
However Unlikely Ch. 1Chapter One: Found?
Elijah sighed as he looked around the city, his grey eyes not really seeing much of anything. He squatted down, cursing the boots they forced him to wear. No insoles allowed, damn bastards. Those black boots hurt his feet and the material of his uniform was barely any better. It itched every time he moved. He plucked at the drab grey front, fingering a black button. The sleeves were short, exposing his tanned muscular arms. He was one of the fittest Sentinels to oversee this area, and the youngest. Elijah sighed again and decided to head back to the station for lunch. It was a quiet day, after all.
“‘Scuse me? Mr. Sent’nel, sir?” a small voice piped up to his left, interrupting his train of thought. He turned his head and saw a small human child. He slowly wiped his hand down his face and attempted to smile. Probably lost, he thought grouchily. Tourists always seem to lose their kids beyond The Wall.
“Lost, little one?