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Chapter 5: An Ache
The watcher was tired. She had dealt with more than a couple little upwellings of nastiness over the last few days. Or was it a week? She may have lost track of time while doing her job. Luckily, most of the sin scars weren’t as bad as the first she had delt with, she hadn’t neglected her territory that much in her new obsession with watching the snow leopard.
You are investigating how she detected you
The watcher almost knew the girl’s routine. It was oddly pleasant and comforting to watch her just going to class, studying in the quad, hitting up the snack bar, hanging out with her friends. It was all just so, pleasant to watch. Not to mention how cute she was when she figured out a vexing problem.
Not the point, and you are no closer
The watcher had to agree with herself. Her current position laying prostrate and panting on top of one of the middle sized skyscrapers had also helped to make that clear. She knew that something that girl had, had managed to detect her, and that it seemed like rather important information just what it was that had done so. However, in all the time she had spent, for lack of a better word, stalking the girl known as Atasi, the watcher hadn’t come to a solid conclusion as to how she was seen. Perhaps more importantly at this point was that she had been neglecting her work to watch some mortal.
Heck the watcher had practically moved in with the girl. Watching her in class, with her friends, at work and at play, even when she changed and showered. Atasi, had never seen her of course as that was impossible, or should have been.
Just the one time
That was true. She had only been detected the once. She knew she could be detected by physically touching a mortal, or touching something else that they could see or feel, but never any other way. Had it been a fluke? Just a chance that Atasi’s strange machine had detected… something… in the watcher’s direction and she had misinterpreted it?
Maybe you should just give it up and do your job
Maybe she should, she had to admit the possibility, though for reasons she wasn’t all that clear on she liked watching Atasi, even if nothing had come of it. Maybe she should just stop. She knew the city, her city, she could feel the energy of the wires puling like nerves and the cardiac flow of traffic. Now that the sin scars were delt with maybe she should go back to tending the city for a bit. Help it out and not think about things too much.
That idea lasted all of two days.
At first it was great. She felt pained shifting by the docks, nothing an ‘anonymous’ note to the maintenance crew wouldn’t solve. Some bad wiring ached in uptown. It was little challenge to give the fuses a twist, she got a good zap, but the circuit had failed in a non-fire-causing way, and would be repaired when the issue was discovered.
This was what she did, fixing the little things that could become big things, or at least ensuring that they would be fixed. She kept her city healthy and it kept its people healthy, and all was right with the world.
Then on the second day she followed a feeling. It was hard to place this new thing she felt, like a scream in the wires, and a moaning of suffering in the vents. She thought at first that it was another sin scar, one that had managed to get huge fast, usually only possible after a serial killer rampage, but no it wasn’t that. She considered that something must have been seriously hurting in the city, but it didn’t usually use voices, or the echo of one as it were, to communicate, usually just sensations so that didn’t fit either. One thing she knew for sure, she could have easily missed this if she had still been spending all her time as a stalker.
Why was I even so interested in her in the first place?
The more she followed the odd feeling the more she realized it was bigger than she thought, and farther away. By the time she felt she was close she was almost at the edge of her ‘territory’ as it were. Dessalt City, ended at the mountainside suburbs and with it her world. She knew there were lands outside the city, but every attempt to visit them had ended up with her stumbling back into town insure of what had happened to her outside their limits. The watcher almost wished the source of the odd feeling would be over the limit and into someone else’s problem territory, but of course then she wouldn’t be feeling it.
The sensation felt almost everywhere now that she was close, like an itch in the back of her mind, it felt a lot like the fainted groans of rending garters, the shark gasps or arching wires, and the much wetter noises the mortal victims of untreated issues sometimes made towards the end. All rolled int one strange and increasingly disturbing note that the watcher was starting to dread.
The building she found at the source of, or above the source of, the strange feeling was incredibly boring looking all things considered. Red brick with a few windows and a security door and a guard.
Well this will be difficult
The watcher hated guarded buildings, sure she could stand right in front of the guard and dace if she wanted to and he wouldn’t see her, on the other hand he wouldn’t open the door for her either, and if she attempted to walk by him, even if the door was unlocked, he’d see the door moving.
Being invisible sometimes make it a LOT harder to get into places than on would think. Can’t hide a keycard on her person, for example, it would just be floating in open space for all to see. Disguises? same problem unless she totally obscured her face to hide the apparent hollowness of whatever outfit she wore it would be noticed immediately, and a walking mummy probably wouldn’t get in either. For far form the first time the watcher wished she could turn visible to sneak by with stolen credentials, but NOOO her invisibility was permanent and complete.
Violence?
She could beat the guard fairly easily she thought, but didn’t want that to eb the first course, no to mention that while the camera’s wouldn’t see her, they would see him get laid out by the invisible man, or woman as the case may be.
Vents?
Vents big enough for an adult to fit were largely a movie myth, but it’s a possibility to consider, but she’d likely have to make a hole wider, obvious evidence of breaking even if she herself would be nigh on impossible to actually catch.
Window?
Better idea there, She didn’t see any open, but if they COULD open and she cold fine one that was out of view of a camera that might be a good way in. The watcher walked a lap or two around the deceptively small building examining the windows without seeing and open, and while finding herself glancing at the ground periodically. She felt fairly sure the building was largely underground and what was on top was the tip of the preverbal iceberg.
She was planning on fluttering up to one of the windows to see if she cold pick or pry it open when one of the main doors opened instead. A small rush of various employees came out and the watcher stepped to the side of the path the let them by, she doubted that they’d notice her foot impressions in the grass as they left. Unfortunately, the small group didn’t leave enough time to slip in before the guard closed the door again, but the watcher was hardly thinking about that anymore. What she was thinking about was one of the workers, looking similarly disheveled and out of sorts to the others after a hard day, but that the watcher recognized this one as being none other than Atasi
OK the stalking is back on