Prologue
The shadows hid him as he watched, silently recording everything in his mind. He liked the darkness, it was safe. In light, you could see everything, but the sharpness of the angles and the boldness of the lines made it seem almost unreal. In the dark, everything was softer. There was little sight but the sounds were clear. You didn't have to see if you could listen. And he could listen. He could listen well. And actually hear.
The family were all together watching the black box that had moving pictures on it. He could hear laughter coming from inside it. But the one he wanted was not there. He turned his attention to the other boy. The lump of a human who whined and whinged about everything. Gosh, that made him ill. The large man heaved himself off the sofa and plodded out of the room. But they were not what he was waiting for.
A fluttering of wings made him look up sharply as a white shape swooped to a shadowy upstairs window. Partitions of light slipped through the glass as the blinds were opened. He heard a tiny scrape as the window unlocked and a pale hand reached out. The snowy owl perched on it and was drawn into the dark room. A face peered out into the gloomy night, the expression puzzled and wary. The blinds snapped shut and the window was black once again.
He shifted silently and settled down for another long night of waiting. Waiting and watching for the right time.
When the right time would come, he didn't know. But when it did, he would be ready.
And the boy would be his once more.
So, what about it? Do you like? Does anyone want to know who 'He' is? I know I do (seriously, I have no idea who it is. I don't know anything that's going on yet. My fingers ran away and my brain's keeping secrets from me! Stupid body parts)
Anyways, leave a note on what you think and maybe we'll find out who the watcher and the watchee are (is that even a word?)
I don't want to sound needy but… Review! (please)