Everything around me is black. The only thing I can see is the outline of a watch similar to the one in the abandoned building I visited in my dream last time. No, not similar... it's exactly the same, from the shape and style of the watch to the design of the sun, it's the same design as the last.
I try to move forward, constantly moving my legs, but nothing changes; the clock's size and the distance between it and where I stand stay the same. I try running toward it, but it still stays the same. I am just about to give up when I hear the voices, but they are too far away to make out what they were saying. Again, trying to move forward, even though the clock doesn't change, the voices get louder and louder until eventually, I can't move anymore.
"What makes you think we can trust you?" one voice barks.
The first voice is very gruff and raspy, like someone who had lived through a lot. Definitely a male, but probably about 50 years old or around there.
"I have nothing back in Valmont. No friends, no family, nothing. I don't even have a Counter; I'm on my own. I'm only here to talk about my father and get you off my back," a second voice responds.
This one was younger, but it sounded too deep to be under 16, probably 18 or 19, same as me. I get this weird feeling like I know the voice from somewhere, but I can't place it.
"How can we be sure? You could be lying to us after all. You know what we do to those who lie to us. Just look at your father," The first voice gets louder as the skepticism in his voice grows.
"I'm not lying. You know the security they have throughout the city. If I had a Counter, not only would I have a tracker on, but because of my parent's past, I wouldn't be able to walk around the city without a guard, let alone out of the city limits, " the second voice retorts.
"Counters are only visible to you; we have no way of telling whether or not you-"
"Enough!"
A third voice booms, echoing, not only through wherever these voices were coming from but through the black space around me.
"Frank, back off. The kid knows what will happen if he doesn't cooperate," The third voice says.
"I'm here, aren't I?" the kid says, sounding bored.
"Fine, he's all yours, boss," the first voice, Frank, mumbles.
"Thank you. Now back to business. I was very interested to learn that you wanted to tie up the loose ends your father left. Is this still the case?" the boss asks.
"As long as I can get it done, get you off of my back and live what's left of my pathetic life, then yes," the kid says indifferently.
"Perfect. We will meet back here tomorrow night, same time," the boss says, "We have eyes everywhere; don't think you can back out now."
"Don't plan to."
"Alright then. Frank lets go."
A set of footsteps echoes, walking away until they can barely be heard.
In a hushed voice, so quiet that I shouldn't have been able to hear, Frank says, "I still don't believe that Counter crap. Your parents are exactly why I don't trust a word that comes out of your mouth. I will be watching you, and if I find out that you are lying to us, I will make sure that you and whoever your 'soulmate' is, suffer."
With that, Frank's footsteps echo in the space until I hear nothing. The kid takes a deep breath and lets it out. I can hear the shaking in his voice, just by the breath. He's nervous. Maybe he did lie about having a Counter, or he had already met his soulmate, and he's trying to protect them. Whatever the case, he is scared. That's when he whispered something that shakes me to the core.
"I will protect you, my lily."
A gasp escapes me. I have no idea who this person is. There was no way he could know me. This has to be some kind of coincidence. Lily is a popular name and could be considered a term of endearment. There's no way this voice that I have never met would know who I am.
Suddenly, the watch's face changes into a pair of eyes. They are this beautiful yellow, almost golden color and they hold so much inside. Pain, sorrow, hope, warmth, and determination all mix, swirling together to create something more complex. Yet, I can see each emotion and thought that comes to the surface, all sticking out like a sore thumb. Just as I am about to say something, the eyes close. They close out everything, hiding all thoughts and emotions, and I am plunged into the darkness once again.
(^ This is the color I imagine. If you have ever seen the show Teen Wolf, it's very similar to the beta's eye color (i.e. Liam) except this is a natural color in this instance. )
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