At this point, I would not be surprised if my pacing conceived an indent within the wood board. The lack of vividness within these weird ‘visions’ have messed up my rhythm so much that I felt as if I was sinking into inevitable limbo. These boys better have some good explanation of this locket. Tick. Tick. Tick. It continued on with its consistent noise. Sending a small shiver into the room as if a single breath would collapse the sound that is silence. With this week being a hellscape of distractions, I was hoping that soon I could contain myself. Yet I doubt that to be true in the slightest. The provisions of my labour were becoming low to a fault. Searching and yet no avail, those two were setting the better of me. To be fair to myself, I can’t put myself down. One of the boys in reference could turn invisible. So, I wasn’t at fault there. Hours went by and so did the people. The Dingy smell of the boats along the canal wafting with the direction of the condensed traffic stream didn’t ease my mind on the matter. To many people, to many smells, to many noises. What caught my attention after the long search of the twins was the matter of protetsers amongst the small monasteries in the city. The various middle class and aristocratic people swarming the stakes with the constables and police surrounding the build was a major sight to behold. There was to much going on about it that I almost missed Father Nicolas Escorting a woman, homeless by what it seems, out onto the streets in the safety of his arms. The hairs raised on my back as the coupes distorted voices became angrier with fury, throwing objects towards the woman in question, her hair matted to the sides of her cheeks which were slightly buried in the robes of the much older man. Distress hair tangled in nothing but dreads and the body of which I could not determine thick or thin was encompassed with fabric as long as a oversized curtain for a shortened window. The police began to slowly divert the crowd away as the constable come up behind two. Then something happened.

Funnily Enough.

The voices began again, My vision clouding as if a haze of mist surrounded everyone but the two individuals leaving the exit of the crowd. It was almost as if a ray of spot light had guided full attention to the two. Oddly enough, Father Nicholas looked as unfazed as the rest of the greying padestrians. And yet, the woman looked up. Straight towards me. Her copper eyes shining against my green ones. The fallic image of understanding. And that is when I realized, the watch. The cold metal within my hands began to warm as I looked into the eyes of the beholder. The vessel. The false vessel that is just a cover for escape. Another Narker. My hands slipped from the artifact as the false woman kept staring at me. The constable behind finally approached the two. With on fellow swoop, and similar to the woman from the other day, the Narker shoved the lawman behind her with the agility of a well balanced feline and made a dash, a dash towards me unfortunately. I was to confused at the sight to notice the Narker began dragging me though the cracks and alleys of the down town area with little to no effort infront. My feet dragged mostly. I could say I was hovering within the midst of it however, my mud clogged knickers may disagree. Twists and turns and utter confusion was not easy enough to outrun the lawmen. Behind us, three men were in hot pursuit of us, well, just the woman? At this point I was not to sure what anything was. Good lord how would I explain to them I didn’t know this person? Would I be able to say anything? One quick turn after another, I felt like closing my eyes. At the beginning of this day, I had already felt nauseous from my experience the past three days. I merely went to look for a set of boys, not be chased like a headless chicken by being pulled along by a Narker like a leashed bulldog out of line.

Right. Left. Right. Slight jump and another right. At this point it was all becoming to much. I had the nerve to yank my pittifuly stretched wrist from teh confindes of this hand! As I was just about to, I felt the purpetrual motion of down. And then what persisted made me scream as if I saw the devil. The down did not stop for a good three seconds until what felt like water collided with the intense falling. Darkness was all that I could manage to vision as I broke the surface of whatever I fell into. Steady hands grabbed me as I found myself on cold, wet concrete. I could barely make out the shadow beside me. Although what was made out was the rancid stench that echoed through what I could only imagine was the sewers. Something clicked and the small remains of light from what was perceived to be from a man hole quickly vanished from my sight. A small hush came from the other side of me as it was only then did I hear muffled footsteps of what I could only assume was the lovely possy after us. Wet, cold and nearly about to vomit from the stench of the area, I heard the figure beside me move and turn, seeming to be hitting something as with a flash, a torch flashed within my direction. I felt like a deer about to be shot in the middle of a desprate hunt. My pants looked worse for where with the shit coloured water now staining my clothing for the week until a proper wash was done. My patience peaked. “You have any idea how idiotic you are for a girl? Your probably twice my age and yet have no sense of well direction! Let alone you bring me into-” “Shush! Don’t yell or they’ll ‘ear us!” A small husky voice emerged from the body. But its sounded, Masculine? The Narker place the torch so that both myself and them as what I began to see was the body of the woman slowly shedding back into the skin, mulching off in stagnant pieces until what was reveled was the body of a man, no older than seventeen staring back at me with those same copper eyes. His hazel brown hair complemenited his skin to the nines. His physice in what appeared to be proper condition and blemish free.. To say he was a very attractive boy would be an understatement.I was jealous to a sense. As the remeneces of his disquse wore off, so did the tense aura as the footsteps began getting softer and softer. A sigh of relief came through as his back slid along the bricks that lined the damp and disgusting walls of the tunnels. A small smile tinged his lips as his eyes sided towards mine once again.

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Up and down, I looked for any apparent degrenacy emanating from the man beside me. “What in gods name ar eyou smirking at you clod?” He released a small chuckle. Legs crossed, he turned his attention to me once more. “You my dear, ‘ave a lot of nerve to show up to that protest.” His arms stretched, hearing the popping bones release their tension. “I did not come to protest, and besides who are you to say where is should be? Maybe I would have protetsed knowing you lot are a bunch of imbasilic mongrols leach off the preserves that the war is leaving us with! How dare you-” A finger pushed against my lips, a strange texture I've never felt before, let alone want to feel again. “Hush it sweet cheeks, don’t think you’re special. Unfortunately to whatever watches us, we are but scum, through and through.” The accent was ever so thick, my eyebrows knitted as he drawled onwards. “My dear, just because you dress better, doesn’t mean your higher then almight knows what there.” I was confused. “What are you talking of? I’d expect you talking like this if you were nothing but a drunkard.” He eyed me quick there. Wrong move. “Well, ‘scuse me miss, but I’d rather the offences not slide though the bout and bickering that is harbouring your body.” I had enough “Well then if your like those twin shits at the bakery, what on earth is going on? Ever since I met those boys, I’ve seen nothing but incorprial visions and reckonings!” A blank stare was all I received, peaving me off more so than before hand. “You’re clueless, aren’t ya?” Nothing. I could not respond. A smitten giggle echoed though his lips, staring into my emerald orbs. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I were you, all those odd distortions and abilities and visions? Yeah don’t worry, that is normal until you find your correct pendent.” Pendent? He saw the dumb look on my face. “Do they not teach the signs in schools ‘ere? My dear I hate to break it to you, you are a Narker. You’re one of us!” A smile etched on his face like the cheshire cat. Panic. Absolute panic. Was I really that dumb? Shit is that why everyone was talking of me strangely all the time? Good god! I could not speak. The silence was thicker then the concentration of shit and piss along the underground. A few mintues passed, almost seeming like hours but eventually, a soft tap on my shoulder lowered me back down to earth. “If you don’t mind me dear, can I get a name?” Staring, Unbothered by anything, I looked him straight on. “Well if ya ain’t gunna answer me then,” He held out his hand. “The names Benjamin Deltoro. My caravan called my Benji. Everybody else calls me ‘Shithead’. A toothy grin eased back on his smug face. With his hand still sticking out, I gingerly took his and shook ever so slightly. “Bree. Breina O’Neil.” His once sunny smile fell apart quicker then a over cooked biscuit being coated in clotted cream. I raise question, “What? Did I say something?” Nothing but a small deceiving cough escaped from his though as he held his hand down toward my pockets. “I noticed you had something going on with your abilities from afar, are you using a temporary pendent?” “What on earth are you talking about?” He shook his head and continued. “Your focus, the one that allowed you to calm your abilities to make it easier for learning?” He expects me to know all of this habber jab all at once like it was some knowledge before hand? “Mr Deltoro, may I remind you I just found this out not even thirty seconds ago? What is a pendent, explain to me what in god's green earth you expect me to know about this shit?” Cowardly, he scurried a few feet away from me. “Intense I must say, My dear! That is a passion I need not mess with.” I rolled my eyes as finally after minutes of anticipation, he relayed. “A pendent is a object used to balance a certain threshold of ones sensibility, a focus almost. Once someone knows how to hone it, the pendent is used as an anchor incase things get out of ones hands. But it has to be a memento of your life. May I see yours?” It took a couple moments to peak at what precisely he was trying to ask of me, until it clicked and I slowly pulled out the pocket watch, reaching it forward in the palm of my hand. The glint of the locket made the walls glitter like the stars on a clear night. “It isn’t mine. I found it on the ground.” He twinged an eyebrow with curiosity as he took hold of it. “No wonder your abilities were overstimulated.” He began to open the locket as he quickly closed it in fear. The look in his eyes changed drastically from a charismatic man to a frightened child. He began to murmur to himself so blindly that it almost sounded like chanting. “Is something wrong, Benji?” The hesitation was not dulled by the question. In fact, the hesitation allowed a very unnerving silence to persist, enough so that there was not a single sound. Not even from the locket. “You said you found this?” I nodded, solemnly. A small sigh broke. As the locket began to tick once again. Backward this time. “What…Exactly is that?” I was hoping to engage some sort of answer from him, now after what seemed to have shocked him was gone.

“This belongs to Max."