Eight,
2:34 P.M.
They walked down the mitaani, mtaa from their High School, the brother complaining mildly, while his sister simply shrugged off his negativity with her own chipper recollections of the day’s events. The siku was very normal to them. The houses were quiet, though that was not abnormal; almost every child was walking about the school au walking back home, and theirs was a three mile walk from the educational establishment.
“… and then we’re going to the spa to-“
“Okay, yeah.” The brother interrupted, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need to know about what girl parties are like. Happy wewe two are gonna have fun, really. But that doesn’t mean I’m interested in the chemicals wewe color your nails.”
“Gee, wewe make it sound like the plague. au are wewe jealous she didn’t invite you.” The sister grinned, nudging her brother, who smirked.
“Not kwa a long shot. I’m already teased as a nerd, I don’t need to look like one that tries to hit on the maarufu girls too.” He shivered.
“Well what would wewe do on a party?”
“I’d do laser tag. And I wouldn’t invite you.”
“Oh come on!” She exclaimed.
“You cheat every time!” They stopped.
“It’s not my fault if I can vazi, pazia and wewe can’t.”
“I can cloak, just not easily.”
The sister did start raising her voice but it was muted out kwa a dark van that was rushing kwa them, followed kwa a large moving van, splashing the late fall rain against the sibling’s feet.
The two stopped and looked at the moving truck curiously, the sister looking at the van a bit more. “Did wewe see inside the van?” She asked.
“No why?” The brother replied, shaking off the sludge of rain-mud from his shoes.
“There was a girl in there. I think our age.”
“So?”
The sister sighed, “No imagination.”
Seven,
2:40 P.M.
The fashionista, a feminine teenage girl, walked about the school holding a binder, checking off events finished for the day. One of the teachers was getting her up to tarehe on future events. “And a few new students are coming soon.” The elder informed.
“Really?” She raised a brow almost as if disappointed. “And I’m guessing that it’s my job to introduce them and all that?”
“Pretty much.”
“Alrighty then.” She sighed, looking back at her list. “Anything else?”
“We’re hiring some new janitors, but that’s about it.”
“Riveting.” She rolled her eyes. “Well if that’s it, I’ll be getting nyumbani now.”
She walked outside and put on her coat. As she walked past, she bumped into two men, dragging a large wheel-bucket. “The janitor’s no dou-“ she mumbled halfway before noticing a strange-looking book inside the bucket. She did not have time to read the title, but seeing any book with the janitorial supplies was odd.
“Reading?” She asked them. The men barely heard her but froze when they realized she was addressing them. The first gave a half-smile, “Eh- yep.” And turned to continue walking on.
“Odd…” The teenager thought. She tried not to dwell on this thought. She had things to write up, and getting distracted about those two would not help. But still… it did bother her for some reason.
Six,
2:56 P.M.
The masculine teenager, a male, walked out from his front door. He had just gotten home, and was enjoying the clean air that the rain brought. Everything was calm.
The two siblings walked past him, waving their greetings before passing by. he waved back to his schoolmates. He knew them, and truthfully had a sort of liking to the sister, but they were mostly distant.
He walked to the karakana and began organizing various items; chairs, couches, tables, machines, etc. He was planning a karakana sale the inayofuata day. As he placed things about, a black van passed by, stopping briefly to check out his wares.
He waved to them, and the window rolled down. “Having a sale?” The driver asked.
“Tomorrow. Getting set up now, but you’re welcome to look around now if you’d like.” The teenager replied with a friendly smile.
The driver looked to the back of the car, then shook his head a bit, as if thinking the choice over, before responding “Nah that’s alright. We’ll be sure to stop kwa tomorrow though.”
“Alright, thanks.” He waved goodbye to the driver. He thought he saw someone in the backseat.
Five,
2:36 P.M.
Two males were tuning their rock band equipment, one with a guitar, the other with a drum set. “Do wewe have any new songs to use?” The one with the guitar, gitaa asked.
“Uh- er… I haven’t been working on one.”
“You… why not?”
“I thought we were going to be doing a bunch of Reliant K songs for the Festival.”
“What does Reliant K have to do with Fall Festivals?”
The drummer, ngoma thought over this, “Well it wasn’t my idea to begin with. Talk to ‘Mr. Chief’.”
“You’re not going to let that go are you?”
“You haven’t either. Pet-names I’m fine with, but I cannot take him calling himself ‘Mr. Chief’ seriously.”
“I honestly liked my name.”
“Tuner? Sounds lik-“
“You hear about the replacements?”
The drummer, ngoma paused his work and looked over at the guitarist, “Replacements?” He asked in bewilderment. “For who?”
“Just the janitors.”
“Oh… no I didn’t,” he went back to work, “Why? Were the last one’s important to wewe au something?”
“Nah, just wondering about your thoughts. wewe know those sinema where they turn out to be terrorists au something?”
“I’d rather not, but yeah. I did hear that we’re getting zaidi students this year. Apparently there’s a Naturesque student coming are way. The family travels a lot from what I heard, so I don’t get how that’s possible.”
The guitarist shrugged. “Some people are just smart.”
“I guess.”
Four,
12:00 P.M.
She remained in her cell like always, looking about at the bland walls. No one was near her, and those that visited were not to her liking.
She had been like this for half a mwaka now. Before that she was in a capsule, preserved for two years. But apparently something gave her captors reason to keep her in a cell instead. Maybe it because of her aging?
The red glowing was starting to fade. She sighed in relief. Every time they did this, she was paralyzed for two hours. She never understood why they would do this, au why they kept her drugged. Apparently the drug kept her emotions low. Was it to keep her from getting angry? Did they fear her? If so, why?
A siku was passing just like the others. She heard footsteps near her and scuffled to the back wall, hoping they were not coming to her cell. They passed by. She heard them talking; something about a signal, a new… they were out of earshot before she heard the rest.
Three,
2:00 P.M.
An old man looks down at photos, his boy, his son, was in them. His son was alive, and well, but the two of them were very distant. He felt sorrow for this, but he was cheered up again when he saw the picha of his granddaughter; a family member who did not hate him.
The man eventually closed the book when he heard the phone ring. He walked past his long spiral staircase and picked it up. “Hello?” he asked in a tired voice. “… You-… h-hold on… that’s wonderful! … Because you’re nearer- L- wait where-“ the line went dead.
“… They took the phone I guess.” He sighed to himself. The old man went to the door for fresh air; he felt lightheaded.
The phone rang again. He was almost out of earshot when it did. Quickly he went inside, not running, but not walking either. He grabbed it quickly, “You go- … Oh, I’m sorry, I thought … well yes I am, but… well simply put I’m not exactly kept in the general loop of their activities… thank you. Might I ask, could wewe tell me what High School wewe are calling from again? … Leekis- Lexis… sorry, thank you… Thank you. Goodbye.”
Once again he hung up the phone. “I wonder why they’re letting her come here…”
Two,
2:40 P.M.
He watched the car go by; he knew where it was headed. He casually walked out his front door and followed slowly. He discovered the house soon after, and studied the people who walked out from the van. Once he saw what he needed he walked off, noticed not kwa the new arrivers.
He was a student, like the others, though not quite as normal. All one would have to do to tell that he was not was no simpler then looking upon his faded eyes, and their dark shade-glasses.
“The first in thousands of years.” He alisema to himself with a sigh, almost in relief as he arrived back at his house. “If I’m right about this.” He sat on a bench, deciding to be outside, like many others of the day.
“Rain… it always has a way of bringing an emotion of some kind to anything. au washing away something as it goes.” He thought this to himself, but kept his thoughts trained. He could not afford certain thoughts.
It was two hours later when he decided to rise from the bench and take a walk. He did this for a good ten minutes. At the end of these dakika he froze, seeing and hearing, a brawl.
He dashed over, deciding to at least observe the fight zaidi closely. It was in a Gas Station stop, inside the remains of the brawl that took place. The cashier was cowering, and the assailant was on the ground unconscious, bleeding from his head with an unfired bullet resting on juu of it.
The male walked around and quickly jerked back silently when he saw it; her, before she made her escape. “She’s already discovered her powers…” He looked back at the clerk and robber, “and makes good use of it.”
One,
2:37 P.M.
They exited the car, the parents did that is. They walked out and unlocked the door to their new house. It was… nice, it was small, but nice. She did not care as long as she could get away from it as soon as possible. But if she left then, whatever possessions they did tolerate would be in danger.
She often pictured doing terrible things to either of them, but one thing kept her from it. She could not decide if it was her conscious, a feeling that she was better than them, au the fact that no matter how she wished it weren’t true, they were her real parents.
“Get going!” The mother yelled to her. She was still sitting in the back seat.
“Could wewe give me my phone back!?” She yelled back.
“If wewe get out here in the inayofuata ten seconds!” The mother stressfully replied.
After a pause the girl climbed out grumbling. But instead of a phone, she was handed a box to carry inside. She stood there glaring, then sighed and simply moved inside with the box.
It took a while till they were finished, but when they were, she darted off; off to the city. She loved this weather; it had rained but it was still cloudy, perfect for a mysterious uncertainty of feelings. It energized her. But then again, she could get energy in other ways as well.
She was halfway to the nearest store when her father finally noticed she had gone. “Lizena Willow Eventide!” He yelled. He knew she wouldn’t hear him… but she did.
“I hate that name…” She hissed back lowly. She also heard another kind of yelling. It came from a Gas Station store… a Seven Eleven. “Found fun already.” She grinned, running over to find out what she could do.
2:34 P.M.
They walked down the mitaani, mtaa from their High School, the brother complaining mildly, while his sister simply shrugged off his negativity with her own chipper recollections of the day’s events. The siku was very normal to them. The houses were quiet, though that was not abnormal; almost every child was walking about the school au walking back home, and theirs was a three mile walk from the educational establishment.
“… and then we’re going to the spa to-“
“Okay, yeah.” The brother interrupted, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need to know about what girl parties are like. Happy wewe two are gonna have fun, really. But that doesn’t mean I’m interested in the chemicals wewe color your nails.”
“Gee, wewe make it sound like the plague. au are wewe jealous she didn’t invite you.” The sister grinned, nudging her brother, who smirked.
“Not kwa a long shot. I’m already teased as a nerd, I don’t need to look like one that tries to hit on the maarufu girls too.” He shivered.
“Well what would wewe do on a party?”
“I’d do laser tag. And I wouldn’t invite you.”
“Oh come on!” She exclaimed.
“You cheat every time!” They stopped.
“It’s not my fault if I can vazi, pazia and wewe can’t.”
“I can cloak, just not easily.”
The sister did start raising her voice but it was muted out kwa a dark van that was rushing kwa them, followed kwa a large moving van, splashing the late fall rain against the sibling’s feet.
The two stopped and looked at the moving truck curiously, the sister looking at the van a bit more. “Did wewe see inside the van?” She asked.
“No why?” The brother replied, shaking off the sludge of rain-mud from his shoes.
“There was a girl in there. I think our age.”
“So?”
The sister sighed, “No imagination.”
Seven,
2:40 P.M.
The fashionista, a feminine teenage girl, walked about the school holding a binder, checking off events finished for the day. One of the teachers was getting her up to tarehe on future events. “And a few new students are coming soon.” The elder informed.
“Really?” She raised a brow almost as if disappointed. “And I’m guessing that it’s my job to introduce them and all that?”
“Pretty much.”
“Alrighty then.” She sighed, looking back at her list. “Anything else?”
“We’re hiring some new janitors, but that’s about it.”
“Riveting.” She rolled her eyes. “Well if that’s it, I’ll be getting nyumbani now.”
She walked outside and put on her coat. As she walked past, she bumped into two men, dragging a large wheel-bucket. “The janitor’s no dou-“ she mumbled halfway before noticing a strange-looking book inside the bucket. She did not have time to read the title, but seeing any book with the janitorial supplies was odd.
“Reading?” She asked them. The men barely heard her but froze when they realized she was addressing them. The first gave a half-smile, “Eh- yep.” And turned to continue walking on.
“Odd…” The teenager thought. She tried not to dwell on this thought. She had things to write up, and getting distracted about those two would not help. But still… it did bother her for some reason.
Six,
2:56 P.M.
The masculine teenager, a male, walked out from his front door. He had just gotten home, and was enjoying the clean air that the rain brought. Everything was calm.
The two siblings walked past him, waving their greetings before passing by. he waved back to his schoolmates. He knew them, and truthfully had a sort of liking to the sister, but they were mostly distant.
He walked to the karakana and began organizing various items; chairs, couches, tables, machines, etc. He was planning a karakana sale the inayofuata day. As he placed things about, a black van passed by, stopping briefly to check out his wares.
He waved to them, and the window rolled down. “Having a sale?” The driver asked.
“Tomorrow. Getting set up now, but you’re welcome to look around now if you’d like.” The teenager replied with a friendly smile.
The driver looked to the back of the car, then shook his head a bit, as if thinking the choice over, before responding “Nah that’s alright. We’ll be sure to stop kwa tomorrow though.”
“Alright, thanks.” He waved goodbye to the driver. He thought he saw someone in the backseat.
Five,
2:36 P.M.
Two males were tuning their rock band equipment, one with a guitar, the other with a drum set. “Do wewe have any new songs to use?” The one with the guitar, gitaa asked.
“Uh- er… I haven’t been working on one.”
“You… why not?”
“I thought we were going to be doing a bunch of Reliant K songs for the Festival.”
“What does Reliant K have to do with Fall Festivals?”
The drummer, ngoma thought over this, “Well it wasn’t my idea to begin with. Talk to ‘Mr. Chief’.”
“You’re not going to let that go are you?”
“You haven’t either. Pet-names I’m fine with, but I cannot take him calling himself ‘Mr. Chief’ seriously.”
“I honestly liked my name.”
“Tuner? Sounds lik-“
“You hear about the replacements?”
The drummer, ngoma paused his work and looked over at the guitarist, “Replacements?” He asked in bewilderment. “For who?”
“Just the janitors.”
“Oh… no I didn’t,” he went back to work, “Why? Were the last one’s important to wewe au something?”
“Nah, just wondering about your thoughts. wewe know those sinema where they turn out to be terrorists au something?”
“I’d rather not, but yeah. I did hear that we’re getting zaidi students this year. Apparently there’s a Naturesque student coming are way. The family travels a lot from what I heard, so I don’t get how that’s possible.”
The guitarist shrugged. “Some people are just smart.”
“I guess.”
Four,
12:00 P.M.
She remained in her cell like always, looking about at the bland walls. No one was near her, and those that visited were not to her liking.
She had been like this for half a mwaka now. Before that she was in a capsule, preserved for two years. But apparently something gave her captors reason to keep her in a cell instead. Maybe it because of her aging?
The red glowing was starting to fade. She sighed in relief. Every time they did this, she was paralyzed for two hours. She never understood why they would do this, au why they kept her drugged. Apparently the drug kept her emotions low. Was it to keep her from getting angry? Did they fear her? If so, why?
A siku was passing just like the others. She heard footsteps near her and scuffled to the back wall, hoping they were not coming to her cell. They passed by. She heard them talking; something about a signal, a new… they were out of earshot before she heard the rest.
Three,
2:00 P.M.
An old man looks down at photos, his boy, his son, was in them. His son was alive, and well, but the two of them were very distant. He felt sorrow for this, but he was cheered up again when he saw the picha of his granddaughter; a family member who did not hate him.
The man eventually closed the book when he heard the phone ring. He walked past his long spiral staircase and picked it up. “Hello?” he asked in a tired voice. “… You-… h-hold on… that’s wonderful! … Because you’re nearer- L- wait where-“ the line went dead.
“… They took the phone I guess.” He sighed to himself. The old man went to the door for fresh air; he felt lightheaded.
The phone rang again. He was almost out of earshot when it did. Quickly he went inside, not running, but not walking either. He grabbed it quickly, “You go- … Oh, I’m sorry, I thought … well yes I am, but… well simply put I’m not exactly kept in the general loop of their activities… thank you. Might I ask, could wewe tell me what High School wewe are calling from again? … Leekis- Lexis… sorry, thank you… Thank you. Goodbye.”
Once again he hung up the phone. “I wonder why they’re letting her come here…”
Two,
2:40 P.M.
He watched the car go by; he knew where it was headed. He casually walked out his front door and followed slowly. He discovered the house soon after, and studied the people who walked out from the van. Once he saw what he needed he walked off, noticed not kwa the new arrivers.
He was a student, like the others, though not quite as normal. All one would have to do to tell that he was not was no simpler then looking upon his faded eyes, and their dark shade-glasses.
“The first in thousands of years.” He alisema to himself with a sigh, almost in relief as he arrived back at his house. “If I’m right about this.” He sat on a bench, deciding to be outside, like many others of the day.
“Rain… it always has a way of bringing an emotion of some kind to anything. au washing away something as it goes.” He thought this to himself, but kept his thoughts trained. He could not afford certain thoughts.
It was two hours later when he decided to rise from the bench and take a walk. He did this for a good ten minutes. At the end of these dakika he froze, seeing and hearing, a brawl.
He dashed over, deciding to at least observe the fight zaidi closely. It was in a Gas Station stop, inside the remains of the brawl that took place. The cashier was cowering, and the assailant was on the ground unconscious, bleeding from his head with an unfired bullet resting on juu of it.
The male walked around and quickly jerked back silently when he saw it; her, before she made her escape. “She’s already discovered her powers…” He looked back at the clerk and robber, “and makes good use of it.”
One,
2:37 P.M.
They exited the car, the parents did that is. They walked out and unlocked the door to their new house. It was… nice, it was small, but nice. She did not care as long as she could get away from it as soon as possible. But if she left then, whatever possessions they did tolerate would be in danger.
She often pictured doing terrible things to either of them, but one thing kept her from it. She could not decide if it was her conscious, a feeling that she was better than them, au the fact that no matter how she wished it weren’t true, they were her real parents.
“Get going!” The mother yelled to her. She was still sitting in the back seat.
“Could wewe give me my phone back!?” She yelled back.
“If wewe get out here in the inayofuata ten seconds!” The mother stressfully replied.
After a pause the girl climbed out grumbling. But instead of a phone, she was handed a box to carry inside. She stood there glaring, then sighed and simply moved inside with the box.
It took a while till they were finished, but when they were, she darted off; off to the city. She loved this weather; it had rained but it was still cloudy, perfect for a mysterious uncertainty of feelings. It energized her. But then again, she could get energy in other ways as well.
She was halfway to the nearest store when her father finally noticed she had gone. “Lizena Willow Eventide!” He yelled. He knew she wouldn’t hear him… but she did.
“I hate that name…” She hissed back lowly. She also heard another kind of yelling. It came from a Gas Station store… a Seven Eleven. “Found fun already.” She grinned, running over to find out what she could do.
