Chapter One: Childlike
Anne Mortimer was an unusual lady of 18 years of age. At least to her boss she was. He had been apprehensive of letting such a young person work security at his warehouse but she'd most certainly surprised him when she explained why she felt she was suitable for the job. The main reason was that she could actually stay awake for starters.
"Yeah, I really want to work a night shift as security, I think I'd be good at it; especially since I'm more awake in the evenings." She said.
"What do you mean? Why is that?" He'd asked. She smiled sheepishly and explained,
"Well, I'm more of an owl than a blue bird, if you get the gist. I'm more used to staying up late and sleeping during the day. It used to happen every holiday and weekend when I was in full time education." She laughed, "I even stayed up entire nights and had to go into school or college without any sleep at all; on several occasions actually." He was still a bit unsure, but he agreed to let her at least try. And she was probably the best of all his current employees.
"Oi, Bill! Stop your snoring, it makes everyone look bad!" several others laughed, as Anne shoved the sleeping fellow. He almost fell off his chair.
"Hey, little lady!" she grinned and winked. Over the year she'd been working at the warehouse she'd made close friends with everyone other than the supervisor and a few of the other guards. Some of them thought she was too young, even though she was clearly competent.
"She has got a point, Billy-boy!" Gregory called from his patrol station at the reception desk.
"Yeah, we look bad for just letting you sleep like that." Another guardsman added.
"Stop winding people up, child." The supervisor scolded as he walked into the small room that Gregory, Bill and Anne were lounging around in the reception area of the warehouse lot.
"What? You would rather I let him snooze on the job?" she asked trying her best to keep herself from any snarky or sarcastic comments that might slip from her mouth.
"No, but there's no need to involve everyone, now is there?" 'Oh please. I didn't ask for the backup now did I, you prick?' she sighed, knowing that if she said that she'd probably get fired. She instead turned away, ending the conversation before she got really annoyed.
"You're too hard on the poor girl; she was only doing what needed doing." Gregory mentioned. His being close friends with their boss- and being the longest employed- enabled Gregory was allowed to say such things to the supervisor without much risk. The guy was quick to zip it as he knew when to drop it. He left without another utterance.
"Why does he have it out for me?" a snort of laughter from Bill had them all looking at him, confused.
"Just what has he got out for you?" everyone groaned and Anne face-palmed.
"Really? Why would you even-" Anne stopped talking as she saw something falling from the sky, "Whoa what is that?" she asked in awe, pointing out the object as it fell. It was pretty near by and it wasn't particularly visible, she might find it on her way home.
"What? I can't see anything." No one else caught it, but she knew what she saw.
"Meh, it's probably nothing. I mean it wasn't blazing so I doubt it fell from space." No longer interested everyone returned to their posts. 'I hope I find whatever that was!'
Once her shift was over and she'd said her goodbyes Anne started making her way home being extra vigilant, in hopes of finding the mysterious object.
"Oh, great. Midgard, just peachy." The voice of a young boy caught her attention. What was a young boy doing out so late? Following the voice she saw a kid no older than about eleven in clothes far too big for him. It looked like a tunic and some baggy trousers.
"Are you alright? What are you doing out so late? And alone at that." Anne asked startling the boy.
"Oh, just a girl. I've no time for your silly questions human." 'What?'
"Er, what?" she stepped back physically taken aback. 'Well that was unexpected.'
"Besides what kind of base questions are those? What do I look like, a child?" 'What?'
"Well yes, you do actually. You don't look any older than eleven." The boy glared at her sharply. She gasped, 'Since when are kids even capable of glaring like that?!' she stumbled back and fell on her butt.
"Excuse me?" he asked menacingly stepping toward her,
"Hey you're gonna-" he tripped over his oversized tunic and fell a small ways away from Anne, "trip...Are you alright?" she asked crawling over to him. He glared up at her holding his forehead. "Why are you out here all alone? And why did you freak out of at me for calling you a kid?" she asked trying to move his hands from his head for her to take a look.
"Stop touching me! I am a god, and you will treat me as such!" He ordered. She took no notice.
"Aw, that's probably gonna bruise, come with me and I'll do my best to look after you for now." She grabbed his hand and took him to her house. Surprisingly he didn't argue, although he groaned about her holding his hand. 'For someone who claims not to be a child he sure is childlike in mind and body.'
A/N: So sorry it took so long, and that it's not really very long. . I just haven't really been in the writing mood lately. But here's the first chapter (If I can call it that).