Waiting on the Wall

Waiting on the Wall

Part 1.

By Toffee

He sat on the wall on the corner of the street every night, just waiting. Nobody ever noticed him, their eyes shifted from him to the empty space either side of him as if he were part of the wall. He didn’t know what he was waiting for, or why each night he would return to the wall and resume his silent waiting. But still, he waited.

It was raining when he saw her; a vague silhouette in the faded light. She was running, but from what, he didn’t know. She ran straight past him, not seeing him as he silently watched her. She tripped and fell a few feet from him and he laughed to himself. How clique. But he made no move to help her. He just watched as she slowly rose to her knees and moved closer to the wall, leaning her back against it as she sat with her eyes closed. Her hair and clothes were plastered to her body. She looks so helpless! He thought. She sat quite still, her breaths long and even. He looked at her closely. She’s crying! He realised, though the rain did a good job of hiding her tears. He smiled then, entranced by her simple beauty, and slightly aroused by the sight of her skin and curves through the now transparent clothing. But he still never moved from his spot on the wall.

As if sensing his gaze upon her, she opened her eyes and looked his direction. This bothered him not as she, like everyone else, would look past him, not realising he was there. When their eyes met, he was shocked; fierce blue eyes stared at him with such intensity and curiosity he felt a slight blush threatening. She can see me! He couldn’t pull away from her eyes. He’d never seen eyes like hers before, such brilliantly blue, crystal clear fiery eyes staring right into the depths of his soul. They seemed to belong to someone older than she appeared, and they held a secret, one that he longed to know. She smiled shyly and looked away. He let out his breath, unaware that he had been holding it and continued watching her. What has come over me!? This is so… surreal. He realised that this is what he had been waiting for.

She rose, straightened her clothing and lifted herself into the wall beside him."What are you doing?" She asked.
"Waiting," he said smoothly. "And you?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Hiding," she laughed. "Well, technically I’m sitting on a wall with a mysterious stranger who seems surprised I am doing so, which leads me to believe that nobody else has noticed him. And I, by sitting with him, can no longer be seen… yes?" She gave him a cheeky smile, laughing at the stunned look on his face.
He loved her laugh. God, I’m like a schoolboy in love!, he thought to himself.
"So why were you running?" He asked, instantly regretting the question when the colour drained from her face.

She lifted one shaking hand and pointed somewhere in front of them. "Them," she said, staring past her hand into the distance. "They cannot see me it seems. But they know I am here. They… they always know."

His eyes followed her hand and he was instantly enraged by what he saw. He jumped to his feet near knocking her over as he prepared to confront the abominations before him.

To Be Continued...

Just a side note, pretty much all of my work is 'to be continued' since i have a 'good' idea for a story, but no idea where it goes after the beginning. As i explained to the man who invited me here, i seem to have lost my inspiration. He thought perhaps this would help =)
Cheers ~*Toffee*~

Call To Arms

Call to Arms

(The Beginning)
By Toffee

The rain was falling heavily; lightning flashed regularly bringing streaks of light to the darkness. The lightning was followed almost instantaneously by deafening thunderclaps that echoed throughout the city. It was one of the worst storms recorded in the town's history. Anybody caught in it was a fool. He or she would be as good as dead. But that didn't stop Kaylee. Mind you, she wasn't out in the storm by choice. She had recently evicted from her apartment, fired from her job and had her car repossessed. Things didn't look good for the 21 year old; never in her life had spent a day on the streets, and she was now faced with that prospect. All of her possessions now lived in the single cardboard box she held in her arms. The box had seen better days to begin with, but with the rain it was literally falling apart. Holding it together as best she could, she continued walking through the streets, the cold biting through the clothes now plastered to her body. She stumbled blindly into the park, spotting a stone table nearby. She fell to her knees crawling beneath it, pushing her box in front of her. She stashed as best she could out of the rain in the center of the underside of the table and crawled out. She slowly climbed on top of the table top, and stood there defiantly. She screamed, throwing her head back, but the sound was overpowered by another clap of thunder overhead. Once more she fell to her knees, lying on her back on the table letting the storm rage chaotically around her.

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Duo was tossing and turning unable to sleep. Yet it was not the storm keeping him awake. He was plagued by the images of a mysterious young woman calling for him. She was tall with long dark hair that would fall in waves past her shoulders, but the wind and rain had plastered it to her body, along with her clothes which left little to the imagination, clinging to her skin clearly outlining each curve her body possessed. He had never seen the girl before, and he couldn't for the life of him work out why he was seeing her now. Finally giving up on sleep entirely he sat up and concentrated on her image, asking the Watchers for a name or anything he could use to find out who she was and why she was in his mind. She was human, that much he could tell, so how did she call to him? Humans didn't possess that gift. He concentrated further, sensing power. It was strong, yet undeveloped. She is human! How is this possible?! The desire to investigate was very strong so he slid himself out from beneath the sheets and pulled on his jeans and boots. He considered the storm outside for a moment before pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing is long coat. He slipped out into the storm, climbing down the fire escape and into the streets. He would find her before the night was over, and discover how a human possessed something that should have been kept beyond her reach. Somebody broke the rules; he would make them regret it.

To Be Continued....