Un (Book One)

Chapter 1

Es was eighteen today. Her mind swam in and out of dreams. The smell of food roused her and she sighed as she decided to dress as if she was going to do anything more than visit a grave yard. Her pale eye met her image in the mirror. The black eye still closed. She opened it less often since people liked it least. And she could pass it off as normal and avoid strangers looks of concern. She slid the eye patch over her left eye then slowly opened it.

She sighed softly the sound a automatic response. She combed her hair and looked at her nakedness. She was tall with black hair with white tips. No mater how much she grew it out or cut it the tips turned white by the time she looked. She had a body most girls would kill for but she found it a hindrance. Never could she be left unseen. Her looks pulling in some one and her eyes and voice making the adorance change to hate. She dressed slowly she had nothing to do so why rush it. She opened a book and pretended to read as she went down stairs. She sat at the table and picked up a paper. January 15. No school no work. Just traffic and a few fires and car accidents.

Es ate bacon and toast as she read the novel. The paper moved as her dad sliped the obituary out of it. He tossed it in the trash.

"Already read it..." Es spoke.

He froze and visibly forced himself to look at her normally. His mask cracked only for a second as his face turned to a grimace then back to the facade of normal life. "Oh?" he asks and lifts the toast from his plate.

"I won't share what I saw if that's what is bothering you..." Es said. She ate the last of her toast.

"Oh...oh? Thank you..." He coughs slightly and stands. His movements slightly rough as he tried not to be too fast.

Es frowns and slips out of the chair keeping her eye blocked by the book. "Eat...I'll see you when I get home.." she says as she slips into the garage and slides into her shoes. The novel vanishes into her pocket.

She slips into the cool morning and smiles. She walks down the sidewalk and keeps her head low. The people walking around her either moved out her way or bumped past her. She kept to the path she had walked many times before. Her mom's grave had been cleaned by Jim the kind old man who would leave flowers or clean a gravestone during his visits to the graveyard. Es in turn left him small presents occasionally by leaving a box on his hood while he was busy.

Hed never spoken to her or seen her. Just knew that someone gave him a box of random goods like books clothes  or items she thought hed like.

She sat at the grave silently. Her mom had never been upset by Es' oddities. She had been there for her. So Es lifted the eye patch and smiled. Her eye didn't even need to adjust. She played a finger over the name. 'Jane Evers. Caring wife.'

She settled against the hard stone and opened a fresh book and started reading. Her mom had loved stories. Jane Evers was a woman who believed that books where the best pass time. If she wasn't with her family she was reading. Es stayed at the grave till noon and had finished the novel. She stood smiled at the grave and slipped the eye patch on. She started to walk back to the entrance.

Jim was driving up the dirt path to the entrance when Es opened the gate. The kind old man had salt pepper hair and a slight mustache groomed softly only for himself. His dark brown eyes always relaxed. He drove a pick up with a clean blue coloring. His lips always a smile.

Es lifted the book and sliped past as he went into the graveyard. She looked at his truck and then at him. She left one of the books in her jacket on his hood.

Es did her best to avoid the busy streets on her way home. She softly opened her front door and forced herself to keep her eyes off the glowing crack in the wall. She stretched and started up stairs to her room. She kept it clean. Three of the walls where used to hold bookshelves. The other had her small bed, a dresser with mirror, a closet, and her door. She grabbed a random book and flipped up the eye patch. She laid on the bed and read silently as the creature beside her bed snored.

She knew the creature didn't exist. It was just another oddity. The hound had two large horns and Three tails. It ,along with the  crack, appeared occasionally. She had tried talking about them but after a while thought best not to when the threat of medication or hospitalization came in.

Es sat up and looked around the room slowly.

Levin Lep

Levin set out with Trish for the patrol. He stretched and smiles as they turn down the road. He follows the trail that appeared to him as a wispy blue line. Trish played with her blond hair as she followed him. He slowed down and looks at her.

"Do you even know what we're looking for?" she asks.

"Of course." he grumbles.

"Then why are we slowing down?" Trish looks over.

"Close." he says simply and looks at the pickup truck. "Civilians.."

"Don't worry I have this under control." she smiles..

Levin nods and walks into the graveyard. A old man was kneeling at a grave and laying flowers on the ground. Levin kneels next to a grave and looks at the name. "Jane Evers..."

Levin looks at Trish. "Moved.."

"Since when do artifacts move?"

"Carried?" he sujests

Trish sighs and looks around. Levin stands  and closes his eyes as he lets his senses find the trail he wanted to follow. "Found it." he starts to walk toward the street. Trish follows and smirks as the ground drys up under her feet. Levin glares at her and she raises her hands and they start following the trail.

Es

Es slips down stairs and starts making soup. Her dad silently leaves the kitchen as she enters. She watches the street through the window over the stove as she cooks. The vehicles passing were few to none. Most people in her neighborhood walked unless it was too far. She streched and looked at the box in the table. She opened it and smiled at the books.

She pulled out two bowls and  filled them with soup. She took the box up to her room with one of the bowls. Es sat on the bed eating as she hummed softly. The hound like creature was standing near the door silently.it's mouth was full of dark teeth and red saliva that seemed almost like blood.

Levin Lep

Levin pointed to a girl through a window. "Her." he says as the girl adjusted her eye patch slightly. She had white tipped hair and was cooking. He looked at Trish. "One other is there." he says

"Well wait for night." Trish sighed.

Levin nods and walks to a gap between a house and it's shed. Trish snuggles in to the space fitting under his arm. The gap closes and the surface touching them softens. They watch the sky as they wait.

Es

Es smiles pulling a book from the box and read it until dusk. She changed into loose pajamas and slipped downstairs she smiles outside and strolled to the mailbox. She kept track of two people slowly moving down the street. She checked the envelopes as she walked to the door.

The hound Sat at the steps to the porch. It's tongue hanging slightly. She opened the door and stopped. She spun and looked at the two, a man and a woman, people that were now walking toward her. The man was tall with dark hair and light skin he wore jeans and a loose t-shirt. The girl was short with blond hair. She wore a black dress with a gilled skirt for the bottom.

Es cocked her head. "Hello?"

The man looked at the girl and made a sound.

"But..." the woman whispers to the man.

"Can I help you?" Es asks. Usually people either left or hurried up when they heard her voice.

"What ever..." the girl sighs and the door behind Es turns into a solid piece of the wall. "If she's what's at the end of the trail she's what we're taking..."