What’s Missing?

Life was really going somewhere, that she was certain of, but was it going where she wanted it to go? She was doing well in school and even had friends who she’d never had to go through life and death situations with. She might not even watch these friends grow old and die before she even gained any gray hairs for the first time in her life.

(She was never certain just what the reactions her body would have to the sealings placed on her ears that blocked out so much of her inheritance. She just hoped that she would be able to not outlive so many people throughout her life as she already had. And this time, she wouldn’t even have the comforting presence of her sister by her side so as to not be completely alone.)

She had her adopted brother, someone who, though much younger than herself, was firmly in the role of ‘older sibling’ no matter what she said or did to try and dissuade him.

That wasn’t why she was worrying about her life, though.

No.

She couldn’t really put her finger on why she felt so unsettled with what she did day in and day out. She was enjoying her courses and learning about things that she had never really payed all that much attention to before but had wanted to learn about. She had friends that she enjoyed spending time with and just ‘hanging out.’ She also had a wonderful brother who was not at all like the last brother figure she’d had.

(Not wanting to destroy all of sentient life that hadn’t given into the more Chaotic parts of their natures or warp and twist those who had really made a big difference in whether or not you could look up to someone. Who knew?)

So what was she missing?

(Other than her sister and her purpose.)

Broken Promise

Warren looked up as they entered his house.

(It wasn’t really home. No one was here with him. Sometimes, when Terrence was home, it was home. But as soon as his eldest left the building it went back to just being a house.)

Some of the thugs were obviously dressed up in the colors of one of the more violent gangs that lived in their city, but Warren knew that they weren’t members of the gang in question. For one thing the Nautilus Gang were a lot louder when they were attacking someone. They weren’t afraid of what they cops would do to them, oh now. They relished going up face-to-face with the cops.

This group had entered his home silently, taking care to disable his complex warning system. Something that could only be done after careful study. Again, not something the Nautilus Gang would bother with, especially for a middle-aged man who was separated from his wife.

“I think you know why we’re here.”

Warren didn’t dignify that with a response. He was only glad that he’d hidden the disk with all of its information in a spot that they would never look for. It was likely that his son wouldn’t find it soon either, but he knew that his wife would.

(She was aware of what he was doing, was aware and supportive about it, even though they were publicly separated and ostensibly going through the beginning of a divorce. Mary knew what he had found and how to find it.)

“You won’t get away with this,” Warren finally said after an hour of them searching for it and taking their frustrations out on him when he wouldn’t ‘help’.

“I believe we already have, Mr. Ginnis.” came the arched reply.

Warren closed his eyes for the last time and thought of his family. He hoped that all of his work would keep them safe.

(“This won’t be forever, Mary. I’ll be home as soon as this is taken care of.”

“How long will that be, Warren? What about the boys?”

“It will work out. I promise.”)

‘I love you Mary, Terrence and Matt. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to keep my promise.’

“Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word,” he said.
– Walter de la Mare, The Listeners

Written for yesterday’s Light and Shade Challenge prompt: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-monday-30.html