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II
Watching, Waiting, Acting
Anthony
He stood in the alley, looking at the woman's house. Once he saw that the light in the kitchen had turned off, he strode stealthily towards the house. Once he had crossed the street, he stood for a moment in front of the woman's house before turning and climbing up a large tree that was next to him. He ascended the tree as far as he could and then sat on the branch, settling against the tree's trunk. Then, tucking his cane under his arm, his milky blue eyes settled on the house in front of him. Anthony had been coming to Dylan's house at night for almost two months now, watching over her.
Four months after he was nearly killed by O'Grady, someone had thrown a brink into one of his apartment's windows. There had been a note tied on the brick. That note held a warning that Anthony was going to be killed; and so was Dylan. The note had been signed with a simple 'J', which was confusing Anthony/ He didn't know anyone whose name started with the letter j, so he had assumed that somehow O'Grady had survived falling from the rooftop, and now he was after Dylan and Anthony for vengeance.
Anthony knew that O'Grady would make good on his threats, so he felt the think to do was watch over Dylan as much as he could and to keep himself hidden from her for as long as possible. The latter was proving to be a difficult thing to do.
As he would sit in the tree, or watch from the alley near her house, he thought about the woman he was protecting, Dylan. She wasn't like any woman he had ever known. She had a fiery temper, but was dedicated and loyal to two friends and her job. She was also very strong physically, and that was one reason why Anthony found himself attracted to her. Ever since the Coal Bowl, he found himself watching Dylan from afar, trying to sort out this new feeling he experienced whenever he saw her. After O'Grady had stabbed him, Anthony remained in the bedroom of his apartment until his wound had completely healed. During the recuperation, he came to figured out that he was in love with Dylan. So now he had set himself to watch over her so that there would be a chance he could get closer to her.
Having very sharp eyes, he notice that every night before going to sleep, she would sit on her bed and cry, holding his necklace from the orphanage in her hand. She was mourning, what she had thought was his death. It was torture for Anthony, watching her cry for him. He wanted to reappear and stop the tears, but until whoever was threatening them both was eliminated, that would have to wait.
Anthony blinked his tired eyes as the sky began to lighten in the east. Another night had gone by, and Dylan was safe. He began to wonder if the note was maybe just a prank. He shook his head and then started to descend the tree when he saw Dylan's car pull out of the driveway and roar down the street.
He quickly jumped down from the branch and ran to the alley he had come out of. Once there, he climbed onto the motorcycle he parked there. He put his cane in a special holder on the side, put on his helmet and started the bike.
Anthony managed to catch up to Dylan just as she pulled into a parking structure by the Santa Monica Promenade. He parked his motorcycle a row away and took off his helmet. He grabbed his cane and followed Dylan down the street-not seeing the two pairs of eyes that followed Dylan's every move.
II
Watching, Waiting, Acting
Anthony
He stood in the alley, looking at the woman's house. Once he saw that the light in the kitchen had turned off, he strode stealthily towards the house. Once he had crossed the street, he stood for a moment in front of the woman's house before turning and climbing up a large tree that was next to him. He ascended the tree as far as he could and then sat on the branch, settling against the tree's trunk. Then, tucking his cane under his arm, his milky blue eyes settled on the house in front of him. Anthony had been coming to Dylan's house at night for almost two months now, watching over her.
Four months after he was nearly killed by O'Grady, someone had thrown a brink into one of his apartment's windows. There had been a note tied on the brick. That note held a warning that Anthony was going to be killed; and so was Dylan. The note had been signed with a simple 'J', which was confusing Anthony/ He didn't know anyone whose name started with the letter j, so he had assumed that somehow O'Grady had survived falling from the rooftop, and now he was after Dylan and Anthony for vengeance.
Anthony knew that O'Grady would make good on his threats, so he felt the think to do was watch over Dylan as much as he could and to keep himself hidden from her for as long as possible. The latter was proving to be a difficult thing to do.
As he would sit in the tree, or watch from the alley near her house, he thought about the woman he was protecting, Dylan. She wasn't like any woman he had ever known. She had a fiery temper, but was dedicated and loyal to two friends and her job. She was also very strong physically, and that was one reason why Anthony found himself attracted to her. Ever since the Coal Bowl, he found himself watching Dylan from afar, trying to sort out this new feeling he experienced whenever he saw her. After O'Grady had stabbed him, Anthony remained in the bedroom of his apartment until his wound had completely healed. During the recuperation, he came to figured out that he was in love with Dylan. So now he had set himself to watch over her so that there would be a chance he could get closer to her.
Having very sharp eyes, he notice that every night before going to sleep, she would sit on her bed and cry, holding his necklace from the orphanage in her hand. She was mourning, what she had thought was his death. It was torture for Anthony, watching her cry for him. He wanted to reappear and stop the tears, but until whoever was threatening them both was eliminated, that would have to wait.
Anthony blinked his tired eyes as the sky began to lighten in the east. Another night had gone by, and Dylan was safe. He began to wonder if the note was maybe just a prank. He shook his head and then started to descend the tree when he saw Dylan's car pull out of the driveway and roar down the street.
He quickly jumped down from the branch and ran to the alley he had come out of. Once there, he climbed onto the motorcycle he parked there. He put his cane in a special holder on the side, put on his helmet and started the bike.
Anthony managed to catch up to Dylan just as she pulled into a parking structure by the Santa Monica Promenade. He parked his motorcycle a row away and took off his helmet. He grabbed his cane and followed Dylan down the street-not seeing the two pairs of eyes that followed Dylan's every move.