The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

First Consequences

Sentinel

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Washington State, USA

October 6th, 2019

Sentinel's headache started the second the alarm went off. It sounded so much louder than usual, so loud that it took him a moment to realize that's because it was right next to his head on the bed. He cracked one eye open, then shut it immediately with a groan. The room was dim at best, but what little light there was felt like it was searing his retinas. His head throbbed in time with his heartbeat and he curled up into a ball.

"Pretty sure that's your cue to wake up, kid." Fang's voice was barely a whisper, and shortly after Sentinel heard it his alarm went quiet. "Open your eyes."

Reluctantly, Sentinel did as he was told. Fang's face was blocking the light, and Sentinel managed to get his eyes the rest of the way open without much trouble. Fang was mostly backlit, but Sentinel could make out his eyes and his smile. He was already dressed and ready for the day, which Sentinel found odd considering it was six in the morning, but it was the bottle he was holding that held Sentinel's attention.

"Drink this, it'll help," Fang promised. 

Sentinel grabbed it and took a drink, suddenly aware of how parched he was. It was fruit punch, and Sentinel slugged down half of it before putting the cap back on.

"Thanks," Sentinel said, stretching. He rocked his head from side to side, hoping that it'd help his headache. "And I do appreciate it, but can I ask what you're doing in my room?"

"I'm not in your room," Fang said, "You're in mine."

"What?" Sentinel looked around, ignoring the pain in his eyes. He was laying in Fang's spare bed in his room. "What happened?"

"You passed out drunk before the night even got started." Fang ruffled his hair. "We weren't sure how you'd react or how you'd feel in the morning, so we put you in my room just in case. Now it's morning, you're hungover, and you've got training with Vyper today."

"Shit." Sentinel took another drink of his Gatorade and threw the covers off of him. "Thanks for keeping an eye on me Fang, but I've got to go get ready."

"Any time." Fang tossed Sentinel's shirt to him. "Vyper should be in the kitchen."

Sentinel rushed out of Fang's room and into his own. He ran through his morning stretches and hopped in the shower, ignoring his hangover as best he could. It made his body feel slow and weak, and he couldn't shake off his nagging tiredness. The Gatorade helped, but he drained it as he was drying off and still felt thirsty. He resolved to get a drink from the kitchen before he started training with Vyper.

"Good morning, Sentinel," Vyper said the second Sentinel walked in, pulling a plate of donuts from behind his back. "Want one?"

It's a trap, slithered through Sentinel's mind. Why else would Vyper offer him a donut the second he walked into the kitchen looking for him? As much as he was hoping Vyper wouldn't notice all the missing snacks, it was stupid to think that.

Sentinel eyed the donuts carefully, looking for anything amiss. They were homemade, cream-filled, and smelled delicious. He couldn't find anything obviously wrong with that, so he grabbed one right out of the middle. He turned it over in his hand, checking it over once more, and took a bite.

And got a mouthful of mayonnaise.

"That's what you get for helping her raid my pantry." Vyper said, grinning wide. Sentinel gagged and spat the donut into a nearby trashcan. He started retching, his stomach trying to rebel and send what little bit was in his stomach back out. "You're lucky though."