Soul Sisters

Chapter 8 The Eyes

Chapter 8 The Eyes

Wyatt P.O.V

“Adams, night duty.” Yelled fox, pointing to Jace, and handing him a com-device “Might as well take Wyatt with you, back-up.” I knew Jace would despise the idea of having me tag along with him. I had noticed over time that he liked being a bit of a loner, and didn’t enjoy my friendly remarks.

He walked over to me, his t-shirt pulling over his biceps. I gulped. Not only was he taller than me by at least a foot, but comparing his figure to mine was like comparing a boulder and a stick. And we all know who would win a fight between a boulder and a stick.

Jace roughly pulled me out of my place in line, dragging me to the weapons room. As he pulled my inside, he slammed the door, and then proceeded to roughly pull me behind him. Muttering something under his breath, he walked over to the machine guns, yanked one off it’s designated hook at threw it over to me.

The weight of it almost crushed me, and I attempted to discreetly lean it against the wall and replace it with one of the much smaller, hand guns. Jace turned towards the door, yelled at me with his odd unrecognizable accent:

“Come on then, we have the entire left wing to cover.”

I shivered as another cold chill crept up my back ““I hate night duty, gives me the creeps!” I intended the comment as a joke, even if it was true. But instead of laughing, he pulled a straight face.

“There was no reason to sign up for the rebellion then.”

“Come one Jace, it was just a joke…loosen up buddy.”

“Wyatt, you will address me by my last name. We can’t be distracted by anything. Nothing at all.” I knew he was really saying that to himself. I had seen the way he looked at that girl. The small one with the wild hair and fiery personality.

“Ok then, Adams, but we-” I heard a small rustling noise, coming from above “Hey,” I began “did you hear that?”

Jace gave me a confused look, and tilted his head to the side like a lost puppy. But just then, something fell from the pipes that crisscrossed over the ceiling. Hitting the floor with a loud bang, I went over to investigate.

“Now what do we have here?” I said, before I realized, it was a girl.

A pretty one.

She was small, and was wearing what looked like men’s clothing, all ripped and torn. A halo of pale, golden hair surrounded her tan face and a cluster of freckles dotted her nose. But when her eyes fluttered open, I was dumfounded. They were a beautiful, electric blue and sparkled with life and happiness. But, the thing was,

They were Fox’s.

Fox P.O.V.

Our eyes connected,

I saw flash of gold, and purple.

Her eyes sparked with deep intensity and the room started turning black,

But her eyes were all I could focus on the swirling blue in her eyes was faintly familiar then I realised they were the eyes I saw when I looked in the mirror.

Suddenly the gold was all around me like weaving silk, and lightning bolts all at the same time I felt like I was falling but instead raised into the air never breaking her gaze.

Then flashes of a life of a young girl working, crying, eating the smallest amount, dressing in gowns, going to dances, dancing, then later coming home and crying, repeating dressing worse every time dancing less, being hit, putting on her best dress for her last try, and the explosion.