My Watcher

CH:14- New Morning

Preston's POV:

The dream left me completely in a state of a fear with unability to breathe. What was happening? Why do I have this dreams of Robin dead and me being one who has taken her life with my own gun? Was it really going to happen? This had to stop for good. All hope that I might now have with Robin was to finding way and she was far beyond her own realization that some things for us were not meant to be. The rummors were hushed btu still they were coming even to my ears until it was already too late. Acolyte had disappeared for good and no one saw anything happening. The bodies had been found scattered around dead and taken down with a skill in shooting that only matched the Cleric. In the temple grounds no sound was heard so easly when it come to Acolyte Meredith. Why would someone do this? The four years had passed since my wife's death and nothing had changed until she had come back to my life, only to make it more difficult to understand for I began to start to doing things I've dared no to do before like forgetting my doze. Was she really a reason to wake me up? Would I ever know the truth?

Robin's POV:

The last thing I've heard was the rattle of a gun kata and the darkenss claimed me down. When I had awakened my head was heavy as lead and I could not move at all. It was break into the temple and some of the acolytes including me had been taken as the hostages and others had fled the scene with their lives and able to hide, but many did not make it for they had fell as innocent victims of conflict. To those of us that had been taken as hostages were only left to pray and hope for our release very soon. It was only a matter of a time before they would start to kill each of one of us. I could see the hell when the girls were taken away, raped and later shot dead and each day one more was dead and hope to get out was still slipping away. I dared not to think that Preston had deserted me and left me to die, for there was still hope he would come to get me from this hell.

Preston's POV:

"What do we have?" I asked as the meeting had been called and four other Clerics were presented as well.

"Ten Acolytes had been taken hostages of members of Resistance. They demand the release of prisoners or they would start shooting the hostages." Brandt said.

"That would not happen," Cleric Jonson replied.

"Why Acolytes?"

"They figure that Acolytes are the holly part of society and having them as the hostages it would not be easily ignored."

"Acolyte Meredith she had been placed into a much higher position at the Council and for sure they would use her to get their demands."

"Then I guess we had to get them out ourselves." I said.

"Good, let's get on with this."

Hold on Robin, I am comng to get you.

Robin's POV:

The dream kept hunting me over and over again. I see myself at the weekly work like nothing has happened. I am back and I see Partridge there like he was not dead. He was speaking to me but I could not hear his words and he was fading away form my sight. I reached out to stop him but he crumbled down before my feet like ash, and I hear the slam of a door and wush of flire which forced me to wake up breathing heavly with a pain in my chest and cold sweat running down my face and body. I really do not know how many days I had been kept like this in underground prison with very little food and water they had been giving me. My hope was fading away by each passing hour. He was not coming my mind has given up on that but my heart refused to believe that he would come back to get me from here.

Preston's POV:

It has began and yet, I did not know where they were actually keeping her. Some of leads where not just right and time was short that I would not be able to find her alive. She was gone missing for two weeks and during that time Mary was dead. Dupont was outragous of a lack of security and tracking the sense offenders and loosing acolytes that easly and I began to doubt that Father would not take any action in this. The things were no left for me to do on my own and without a help of others. With having her dead, I simply could not bear to see it happen. The location has been found and it meant one thing to be Nethers where the hostages were hidden form a sight of Sweepers. The area has been heavly guarded though these were only few guards present, there were more insidee but that would not stop the Cleric at any cost. Everyone knew their position and mine was to find Robin alive and leave no one else alive responisble for her capture.

Rovbin's POV:

A sound of gun rattle awoke me from a state of meditation. I knew that sound very well, the gun kata. The Cleric were here and coming in. Preston was here and I was so happy and shaking with relief. He would get me out off here soon. The door of my cell has been pushed way open and I knew that they had come for and my time was up. Pulled roughly to my feet, bya chain I was taken away from a cell to where the leader was waiting. Down below, the shouts and gun fire could be heard so clearly followed by the running and screaming. I stole my glance down seeing Sweepers pushing into the building and still no sign of the Clerics. Where were they? Are they already inside? The shooting lasted for another couple moments then it stopped and I was thrown face down before the desk. Forced back to my knees, I dared to look up and to see who it was and came face to face with an enemy.

"So this is it the one they they are coming for?" The leader asked one of the guards.

"Yes,Sir."

"Well, let the come and lets see if they are able to do it."

You fool I thought no one can stand against the Grammation Cleric. You will all be dead in a less of few moments. Then the leader turned is attention back at me.

"No matter she is still a pretty face, just look those eyes. I've heard that girls of the temple are untouched and pure." The guares around him laughed." Should we have some fun with her? Who is going to be first?"

The painc rose inside of me as they began to circle around me forcing me to my feet. The hands moved to tear my clothing but never managed for the door was kicked aside and Cleric stood up there guns ready in his hands. My heart jumped. It was Preston and he came to get me for good and punish those bastards. Nothing was those eyes dark as the pools of midnight and face the mask of frozen statue. In situation like this I knew was to back off but the run was useless because you can not ran away form Grammaton Cleric. There was silent understanding between him and me and then the hell broke loose. With my eyes closed all what I had heard was the buzzing of bullets like the killer bees. When the dust was cleared I was only one standing and the bodies of men scattered all around me. Before I was able to stumble to his side, I was pulled away backwards and leader grasped me hard pressing a gun to my head. This was not going to work and he thought that he could stop Preston, but it was not working for Cleric. Preston pulled his gun at both of us and I stood still not even struggling. Blam! I felt the body jearked backwards and me being released from his grasp. I stood still frozen and not moving as Preston approached me and quickly removed the chains from my wrists.

"Are you allright? Did they hurt you?" He asked quickly.

"Yes... no I am okay." I felt the emotions snap inside of me and I could not hold myself any longer.

The tears gave away as I clung to him in a such helpless fashion not wanting to let go off him. The footsteps approached and Sweepers moved in. Slowly Preston stood up and moved me out from the room leading me down the stairs and out from the building to awating car. Once settled back on the back seat I was simply shaking confused and lost. The condition I was indeed alarming for both Clerics and they had to make sure that to I was taken back to Libria and put back on doze soon as possible.