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WE'RE WATCHING YOU
Blair fingered the bandage on his wrist. It was done now. He had the tattoo removed while Jim was out of town and by the time he came home there would no longer be any trace of it. The tattoo had been blue and circular: the symbol for the Watchers. It was for the best really. It had been so hard to hide the tattoo from Jim and now he no longer had to worry about it. He knew he had made the right choice and yet...He had quit the Watchers to work with Jim. Surprisingly, the decision wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. At first he had been a little nervous about approaching the Sentinel. After all, as a Watcher he was
taught to observe, record, never interfere. But Jim wasn't an Immortal and since he was a Sentinel he probably would have noticed him anyway. He had quickly gotten used to the idea of interfering and had long since lost his objectivity.
After the trip to Peru--when he decided not to go on assignment to Borneo, there was no turning back. He had pretty much decided on quitting well before then anyway. He would miss being in the Watchers though. After all, he had been in the Watcher's for quite some time, having been drawn in by the whole 'join the Watchers see the world'. He had stumbled onto a battle when he was just 14 and had been a Watcher ever since. He would never forget that sight. The gory battle, the clang of the swords,...and the Quickening....
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flashback to battle
Blair was hurrying home after losing track of time at library. 'Home' currently was a small apartment in Vermont. He was nervously rushing through the park when a sound caught his ears. He knew he should probably pick up his pace and keep going. Unfortunately, he had a conscience. A conscience that couldn't let him just walk away, or run as the case may be, when someone may need his help. Cautiously he made his way toward the noise and froze.
Two men were fencing. And this was no friendly game either. The two were sweat drenched--their clothing torn in places. Both men looked intense--their focus solely on the battle at hand. Blair wondered absently why they would be in the middle of the park this late, and why they were fighting with swords of all things. He stood frozen unable to tear his eyes away. Then to his horror one suddenly swiped at the other's head--cutting it cleanly off...
Blair stared, his eyes wide, bile rising in his throat. In shock, Blair calmly noted that a strange white mist was rising from the body and wondered if he was seeing things. Then, the sky darkened and lightning streaked the sky--every bolt hitting the victor of the fight whose screams pierced the night air. But he still couldn't look away even when the man fell to his knees. And he stood there even after the man, seemingly unharmed and undaunted by what had occurred, had gone. Blair wondered suddenly if he had
imagined it all. One look at the body though dispelled that thought. He knew that image would be forever imprinted on his brain. A hand touched his shoulder and he jumped.
"You can never tell any one about what you have just witnessed."
He was then taken before the Council and was told all about the secret society known as the Watchers and the Immortals that they Watched, after he had agreed to join up of course. He learned about Challenges and Quickenings and how 'In the end there can be only One'. He learned the Watchers place in all this and found there where two basic types of Watchers: field workers (who followed Immortals assigned to them) and researchers (who weren't focused on a single Immortal).
He had become a researcher. He had temporarily filled in for a field worker once, but was pulled prematurely when the Immortal had noticed him. After that he hadn't had another field assignment and was glad of it. The Immortal that he had watched had given him the creeps. During that assignment he had witnessed the only other battle he had ever seen. A battle that had made the first one look friendly in comparison...