The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Escape

Sentinel

The Church of the Guarded Heaven Training Grounds

Oklahoma, USA

December 6th, 2019

Sentinel had heard people enter the room, but he couldn't find it in him to look up to see who it was. He just kept talking, telling Stellan that he was going to be alright. Whoever had come in was either going to hurt them some more, or they wouldn't. He'd heard several others several times, and they had left quickly.

These people didn't leave though. They stood around, talked, and touched him. He couldn't make himself understand what they were saying, though, and he just didn't care that they were touching him. Whatever it was, he was powerless to stop them. He just hoped that they would leave Stellan alone. Even when they cut him loose, he couldn't do anything more than just sit there.

It was the kiss that broke him out of it. Tender, sweet, and completely out of place for where he was. Somehow, he could instantly tell that it was Chesyr. When she pulled away from him, he felt an acute sense of loss.

"Sentinel, sweetie, can you look up at me?" She asked.

That seemed to break his spell completely, and his head jerked up. His eyes met her solid pink ones, and she smiled at him. She had a comm in her ear, and blood spray across her nose. Her luminous eyes had lit up her cheeks, giving her an otherworldly look about her.

"There you are," She said, her voice thick with relief. "Sweetie, can you open your mouth for me? I need to see where all this blood is coming from."

Blood? Sentinel thought. What blood?

All at once, he could taste it. His mouth was full of blood, and all he could taste was copper, like he was sucking on pennies. He opened his mouth, the blood drooling out, and he Chesyr inhaled sharply. She spent a couple of seconds looking into his mouth.

"Lift your tongue for me, sweetie." She ordered. Sentinel did so, and she looked inside for a few more moments. "I can't see anything that would be bleeding this much. Sentinel, can you tell me if somebody hit you in the stomach or chest really hard?"

"No, I'm okay." He said, then winced at the pain lancing through his throat and mouth. Chesyr winced too, probably at the sound of his voice. He sounded like he had been eating lit cigars all day. "Stellan's hurt bad though. You need to check him out."

"Oh, sweetie." Chesyr's voice was soft as she spoke. She swallowed, and when she spoke again her voice cracked. "Stellan didn't make it. He's gone."

"What?" Sentinel could hear how broken he sounded. Ignoring the pain in his voice, he raised his volume. "Stellan! Get up!"

"Sentinel, stop." Chesyr's voice was harsh, and Sentinel flinched back from her. When she spoke again, it was gentler, but still held the same edge of command. "You're going to tear up your throat even more if you keep talking like that. Believe me, sweetie, he's gone. He was gone before we ever got here."

Sentinel's felt tears prickle in his eyes, and in one blink they spilled over and down his face. "No. He can't be. We were just talking."

Chesyr gave him a look full of emotions that he couldn't identify. "Sentinel, have you been talking to him all this time?"

Sentinel opened his mouth, but at a look from Chesyr he shut it and nodded instead.

"You were yelling a lot too, weren't you?" She asked. Sentinel nodded again and she continued. "Do you feel hurt anywhere else?"

Sentinel thought about it for a few moments, checking over himself. He could feel pain where the ropes had been holding him, but he knew Chesyr wouldn't be asking about those. He felt over himself, wincing when he brushed a spot on his stomach. He went to continue, but Chesyr stopped him.