untitled story (so far)A Story by Ma'atHe stared back at her, his entire expression reflecting feelings of awe.
“I should go,” she said, turning to leave when she felt a strong hand
latch onto her lower arm. She tilted her head around. The young man’s
mysterious blue eyes were set on her desperately. “What?” she said dazedly, slightly distracted by the intensity of his
blue gaze. “No,” he said simply. “Don’t. I need you. We all do.” She was confused. Needed her? Who would need her? She had never felt
needed all throughout her life. And she had definitely not expected such a
handsome, ominous guy to be the first of it. “I don’t understand,” was her reply. “You will soon enough,” he said, almost wistfully. “There’s someone you
must meet first. Someone important. Someone who will help you learn more.” “Learn?” she said. “What is there to learn?” She had no clue on what he
was going on about. He put both hands on her shoulders and leaned closer to her. “All will
be made clear to you soon. Do not worry.” She stared up at his clear blue eyes. There was a certain truth and
honesty in them that she could not ignore. “Alright,” she agreed, not knowing what she was agreeing to. He released her. “Wait here,” he ordered calmly. “Please, do not leave.”
She could here the raw desperation in his voice, numbing her. “You are needed.” For the first time, she thought. He left the room swiftly and closed the door with a soft clap.The room
suddenly felt emptier without his presence. She took this time to process what
she had seen. The young, handsome detective’s assistant that had captured her
attention and made her acquaintance had a certain ring almost to him that was
eye-catching. The way he had spoke to her was something she had never heard or
seen before…it was almost as if he had known her all her life, and was just
waiting to be reunited with her, but in a confusing incident she still did not
comprehend. The creaky swing of a door aroused her from her train of thought. The
young man had returned, with another young man she did not recognize. He left
the door slightly ajar behind him, and came quickly to her. She crossed her arms carefully across her chest and her eyes followed
the second young man. He was extremely tall, clothed in all black. He had thick
raven black hair and dark brown eyes. She found him very attractive. He stared back at her curiously, but did not speak. She eyed him, trying to sense any confusion or knowledge amongst his
expression. She found none. “This is Daniel,” the blonde assitant detective said. “He shall help
you.”
“I am Christopher,” he announced. “And I will tell you
both what you need to know. But you must have patience. Do not force anything
upon yourselves you may regret, and limit outside connections and distractions.
This must be kept under secrecy, or else it will fail. You will fail if there is anyone else aware of
what is happening. Everything will be made clear to you soon enough.” “Soon? When is soon?” Daniel asked irritably. Christopher turned to look at him, giving him a look that
made her think that they share knowledge that she did not know. “Like I said, I will tell you whenever I know more.”
Christopher said. Daniel stuck his hands in his pockets and gazed around,
walking closer to her casually. “Now leave,” Christopher said. “I will let you know soon.”
There was a worried look in his deep blue eyes that made her concerned. She
clutched his arm to grab his attention. He immediately looked into her eyes for
a moment, and then swerved to the door and opened it for them to go. She turned
around to look at Daniel and he swept his hand dramatically, gesturing for her
to go through first. She cocked her head and decided she liked Daniel. She
walked through the door at a fast pace, nodding to Christopher in
acknowledgement of their discussion, and soon was out into the day. As she walked into the bright sunset, she heard footsteps
pacing behind her. She swiveled around and was shocked to see Daniel following
her. “What are you doing?” she asked. “What do you think?” he retorted. “I don’t think anything,” she replied indignantly. He sighed. “Sorry. I just followed you cause I wanted to
talk to you.” He brushed his hair through his hair a few times and gazed at her
expectantly. She stared at him stupidly for a few moments before
realizing what he just said. “Okay,” she said cautiously and slowly. “I suppose you
can tag along.” The sudden joy that lit up on his face and in his eyes
was quite adorable. She could detect a lilt of an Irish accent when he said,
“Thank you, love.” She instantaneously forgot all anger and confusion she
had had only a few minutes before. © 2014 Ma'atAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 3, 2014 Last Updated on September 3, 2014 AuthorMa'atCTAboutHello i'm Daniela, a teenager who lives in the northeastern USA my profile pic is not me, its Matty Healy writing and music are a huge part of my life i like to write poems, stories, and books t.. more..Writing
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