The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Found

Chesyr

The Church of the Guarded Heaven Training Grounds

Oklahoma, USA

December 6th, 2019

"Come on, Vyper, we need to get moving." Chesyr said, looking over her shoulder at him. He had stopped again to place a charge in a doorway, situating it right against the frame. He had done so at almost every single hallway that they had entered, and it was grating on her nerves. She had already put off rescuing the boys to go set charges in the barracks with him, and she was getting more concerned as time went on.

"Okay, okay, jeez." Vyper said, standing up. He turned around, and Chesyr saw his eyes widen.

"Hey, who are you?" Came a voice from back in front of her.

Chesyr didn't even hesitate, shifting into a bigger form, and by the time her head was turned back around the man in front of her looked like he regretted calling at her. He would have been mostly blinded by her flashlight, but he could still see her backlit form grow two feet. Even before he saw her eyes, it must have been terrifying.

Unfortunately for him, it was already too late. He was in Chesyr's sights. With a quick swipe of her hand, and the knife she held tightly in it, the man was on the floor before Vyper could even get to her.

"Well, that seemed particularly brutal," Vyper commented as she shifted back to her natural state.

"Fang's getting sloppy." Chesyr snarled, kicking the dying man when he reached for her.

"Yeah, he's real sloppy," Vyper said, sarcasm dripping from his mouth. "He's only killed a couple dozen people and kept almost all the others busy while we sneak around almost unnoticed. Totally sloppy for one to sneak off."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get moving." Chesyr said, stepping over the newly dead man. She heard Vyper sigh, but knew he'd follow her.

It only took them a few more minutes until they were back in the hallway where the prisoners were kept. Chesyr started opening doors, noting that all five doors on the first side she tried were empty. The first door on the other side was the one with the corpses, so she skipped that one and went to the next.

It was the third door that held her prize.

"Sentinel!" Chesyr shouted as she ran to check on him, not even looking to clear the room.

He looked bad. They had bound him to the chair he was in with rope around his arms, legs, waist, and neck. His head was hanging down, and for a moment she was worried that the rope was choking him, that he had passed out and hung himself like that by accident. Then she saw his shoulders rise and fall, a shallower breath than she would have liked, but a breath all the same. It was enough for her to know he was still alive and look over the rest of him.

Sentinel's lap and chest were covered in blood. A lot of it was dried, so he had obviously been bleeding for a while. As she watched, a drop of blood fell from his face, sill hidden beneath his hair, and landed on his chest, where it rolled down to join a small puddle where the hem of his shirt had curled up. Images of the corpses in the other room, all of them missing their eyes, came to the forefront of her mind. She sent a silent prayer as she knelt down in front of him.

Thank you, Chesyr said to herself, hoping whoever had answered her prayer would hear it.

Sentinel's eyes were still in his head, looking undamaged other than how red they were. They were half open, and Chesyr could tell that he wasn't seeing her even though she was right in front of him. The blood was coming from his mouth, his lips and teeth stained with it, and as she watched another drop fall as he mumbled something she couldn't hear.