Hi, this is chapter one (and so far the only chapter complete) of a story of mine. The characters are OC's of mine (and my brother), although more won't show up till later.
Please tell me what you think so far, I'm going to start the second one in...
 
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The

Sentinels

RISE

“It was a quite one that day, save for the singing of the local birds and the noise made by the livestock; relatively quite. Mother was preparing something, I think; it was either for me or for dinner. Father had just come inside from the fields and wanted something to drink…I can never remember what it is in his hand…anyway, he gives mother a kiss and comes over to see me in my crib; his face changes from clean to filthy ever time I see him…he leaves my side and goes to sit down at our small table, and before it all goes white, the last thing I see is mother standing over my crib smiling…”

*End Log*.

“And it happens every time…”

The young woman leaves her desk with a disgruntled sigh, stroking her long black hair behind her right ear. This would be the umpteenth time she has written in her log book about the same dream, and each time getting nowhere. Noticing the time, she leaves the confined space of her personal quarters and heads down stairs to the lobby.

“Hello Nate, how are you?”

The albino in shades gives a mock-irritated smirk.

“What have I told you ‘bout Nate? You know I hate it.”

“Of course I know, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have said it now would I?”

Giving a brief pause, he changes the subject.

“So, same dream again?”

“Ugh, YES!”

“Get anywhere?”

“No.”

“Bummer, I was really hoping you would, that way we’d stop talking about it.”

“Oh? And what would we talk about then?”

“Anything” He says with a sigh.

She smiles.

“So, what’s new?”

“Same-old, same-old; I broke up a mugging last night, but that was the only action I got

Last night. Things are starting to get too quite around here, that or I’m never around when the…well, you know, hits the fan.”

“Quite is good Nathan, it means that people don’t have to be afraid of walking the streets at night.”

“I know, but still…”

He is cut off by the ringing of her phone; business call.

“Hello, Abigail Manley speaking…oh yes, we’re still on for Thursday…alright Mr. Borough, bye.”

 “Business plans?”

“Yes, just business.”

“Ah, you could tell me if you were seeing some body, I’m your friend, I think I should-“

“JUST business.”

“Okay, okay…so what’s new?”

“Didn’t you already ask me that?”

“Nnnnnnnnahhiii don’t think so.”

“I’ve got a meeting with, well you heard on the phone, and aside from that…nothing really.”

“Ms. Manley, head of Manley Tech corp., has nothing new going on in her life?”

“Nothing you’d consider interesting.”

He leans in close to where his eyes would meet hers if they weren’t blocked by the sunglasses.

“…Try me.”

She gives a small chuckle, and takes a deep breath.

“I was watching the news-“

Cutting her off, “Oh great, the news, we all know what happens when you watch-“

Now cutting him off, “I WAS WATCHING THE NEWS…”

He quiets down.

“Thank you, I was watching the news, and, well, you know well enough of what is going on in the world, and I started thinking…”

“That the world sucks?”

“No, that the world needs something.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes, “Don’t say heroes, it’s already got those.”

“But it doesn’t have an organized community of heroes.”

You mean like a team? ‘Cause the world already has those too.”

“Yes, but nothing the people really count on. The responds mainly to U.N. matters, and the Planetaries?”

“Those guys.”

“Yes, well “those guys” are only involved when the Gods want them to.”

Muttering to himself, “Never liked those guys, even when I thought they were myth.”

“Who? The Planetaries?”

“No, the Greek Gods.”

“Oh, well anyway, the world doesn’t have-“

“And doesn’t need one.”

“Oh? And you think this because?”

“All of the world’s heroes are fine on their own, how many disasters have been avoided because of some cape’s single action?”

“How many more could be avoided if he teamed up with more?”

He shut up for that last one.

“Look Nathan, I’m not sure why you think heroes are better off alone, but I do know that a lot of people wouldn’t agree with you. Tell me, you aren’t afraid of not seeing any “action” are you? You aren’t afraid of someone pushing you out of your turf, are you? You aren’t-“

“All right, all RIGHT, I just don’t want people to start expecting everyone to join in on a team, we know Midknight works better alone.”

She gives him a raised brow.

“Umm, except for those rare occasions.”

“Right, whatever, if that’s how you want to be about it, then I won’t ask you to join.”

“I wasn’t gonna join anyway.”

“You would’ve liked it.”

She starts walking away towards a group of men in suits.

“So, I’ll see you again tomorrow?”

While she is still walking away,

“Maybe.”