The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Knights

Sentinel

The Church of the Guarded Heaven Training Grounds

Oklahoma, USA

December 5th, 2019

"So," Stellan began, breaking the silence they had been sitting in for the few minutes since their captors left. "You're the Grey boy, huh?"

"You've heard of me?" Sentinel couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice.

"Are you kidding? Your story was everywhere! I was just out of The Farm that year, and the brass were using your case as an exercise for all of us rookies on psychopaths and their patterns."

"Patterns. What do you mean?"

"Oh right, you probably didn't see it." Stellan chuckled softly before continuing. "Yours was the first in a string of cases in which it seemed like people were being given their eyes deliberately. The agencies working on it put a gag order on all the other ones after yours, because we knew the public would lose their collective minds over it. We figured it was some sort of mad scientist schtick, but since he never seemed to revisit his victims and we couldn't find a pattern, we just chased our own tails and any leads we could find until he eventually went dormant."

"Damn." Sentinel shook his head. The idea that that Professor was had been giving people their eyes all over like that was chilling. He started thinking about what had happened to him, and how many other people must have gone through what he did, and before he could stop it he realized he was hyperventilating. "Do you think the others will be here soon?"

"Ease down kid," Stellan said gently. "You're going to be alright. The others will get here as soon as they can. Until then, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"What?" Sentinel asked, hating the fear he could hear in his voice. He should be braver.

"Anything I can do to prevent them from hurting you, I will." Stellan said slowly. "But for now, let's forget about all that. Why don't you tell me some more about your past."

Sentinel nodded hesitantly, eager to have anything to keep his mind off what was going on but a bit worried about speaking about his past. Even though he knew that Stellan wouldn't care, it still felt taboo to talk about. Stellan gave him gentle encouragement, probably knowing full well what he was feeling.

As he spoke, it got easier to speak, and he found himself telling Stellan everything. Things he hadn't told anyone before, not even the therapist his grandmother had saddled him with years ago. Stellan didn't judge, didn't blame him for anything that had happened. The older man listened, offering gentle encouragement and comfort when Sentinel started to get choked up.

IT felt nice, to have someone to talk to like that, even given their current circumstances. Of course, it ended all too soon when the door crashed open.

"Having fun, demons?" A man that Sentinel recognized sauntered in, followed by three others. His sandy blonde hair and blue eyes both seemed luminous in the dim light as Isaac McDaniel spoke continued. "Don't worry, we'll be putting a stop to that soon."

"Do you seriously believe all of this 'demon' horseshit?" Stellan asked. Sentinel wondered for a moment why he asked everyone that.

"Say what you want demons, for I know the truth and cannot be corrupted by wickedness and lies." Isaac nodded at the three men behind him. Two approached Sentinel, pulling out a canvas bag, while Isaac and the third man advanced on Stellan.

The men slid the bag over Sentinels head and cinched it around his neck tight enough that he could feel his pulse pounding in his temples. Sentinel tried to look through the tiny holes in the canvas, but even with his eyes as good as they were he couldn't see anything. Instead, he closed his eyes, focusing on his other senses so he could try and keep track of everything.