The hairs on the back of my neck raised as I scanned the city. My head and body spun around and I squinted, allowing myself to see what there was. I only really used my eyes on occasion, if I really needed to see a threat, and turns out I wasn't needed after all. A fist-fight, and one that a simple restaurant worker split up just outside the storefront.
I flew away from the area, letting my pale body and clothes and near-transparent wings fade into some of the lower clouds as I surveyed the city more. The lack of things going on here was surprising, as crime was said to be pretty high in Boston. At least, that's what other guardians had been warning me about, how Boston wasn't an easy city to be guardian of, even without a visual impairment. This city was hard to keep up, but I managed to do a good enough job of it. Luckily enough, the police were handling a fair amount of the crime before I even reached the site, so it wasn't constant, but I still had a big responsibility on my shoulders.
I was ripped out of thought by a man's screaming. Focus, Cecil! I kept to the clouds, trying quickly to track down where the scream came from based on more of them. I pinpointed the location and then opened my eyes and dove down for the people Eventually, I found my task: a masked figure was stood in an alley, attacking a man with a knife. I swooped down into the shadows of the alley and then revealed myself before the mortified man and his assailant. After a short moment, the masked figure turned up to me. I couldn't see much of what it looked like, other than the lanky build and twisted, yellow smile. I blinked once or twice. My vision was getting worse, I hoped I'd be able to continue doing my Guardian work. I pulled my glaive from where it rested on my back, and held it at the ready.
"I don't want to have to use this," I warned. "Put the knife down." Please, I wanted to add, but I knew I couldn't. To my surprise, I was met with the clatter of metal against concrete, and I raised my eyebrows slightly.
"Thank, uh, thank you so-so much, sir," the man stammered out, before the sounds of feet stamping on the ground faded into the fairly calm late night traffic.
"Thank you," I said to the robber. I took a few steps over, then set my foot atop the blade's handle. "Glad I didn't have to deal with too much trouble this time 'round."
"You've got to be insane, thinking I care that much about the wallet of some human twerp?" he asked, in a voice somewhat high-pitched and quavering, yet confident at the same time. He dragged his words out and connected most of them that much. "I'd go without food any day if it meant I could take home the wings of a Guardian!" At that, an elbow went to my chest, I got knocked back onto the concrete, and I rose to my feet again after a quick rebound. I was immediately met with a slight poking of metal against my throat; he'd gotten the knife when I was down. With a flap of my wings I propelled myself back and into the air, away from him, then hovered there for a moment. At this point my glaive was drawn and I held it at the ready, the long handle crossing in front of my body, and with the blade pointed towards him. I held the blade slightly closer when he didn't back off, almost pricking his neck. Don't hurt him. Just act like you will.
"I'm not afraid to kill you," I said, though my wavering voice said otherwise.
"Well, you don't seem like it," he said, trying to grab at my transparent wing and pull me down. I floated higher, above his arm's reach. "Come down!" he called. "It won't make it any harder for me if you stay up there anyways." I stayed where I was, and he turned to think for a second. At that, he threw himself at one of the brick walls of the alley, springing off and lunging at me with his knife. The cloth of my boot split open, and I'd gotten a small cut on my leg where the boot was, but nothing too serious. He, on the other hand, had gotten the wind knocked out of him after his wall jump. I went back to the ground and inspected the damage. He was crouched on the ground, hacking and breathing heavily and laboriously. Then, cloth rustled slightly and a hand hit against masonry, and I tightened my grip on the polearm in my hands, still holding it a defensive manner with the handle crossing my chest. I kept my eyes open in case I absolutely needed to see, but I could figure out through my other senses. With the rough cloth rustling against itself, and the slight odor of rotting flesh he gave off, along with the sensation of a pair of eyes on me, I could easily see him.
And, from what I could see from my crude form of sight, he was getting up and rebounding from his fall. He stepped forward and I back, and then I held the blade out to warn him not to come closer. He did still, and I held the blade up close to his neck. Don't kill him don't kill him don't kill him. Just scare him and stall him enough for the police. There was something pressing ever so slightly against the blade, as if I had it up to something; presumably, it was his neck, judging by the angle I held it at, and that would be enough. I had a mental sigh of relief as he backed away, though I didn't hear the clang of metal against concrete.
"Drop the knife," I said, "and I won't hurt you." I won't do it either way, he just had to think I would.
"You wouldn't be able to lay a finger on me," he muttered with a laugh, dodging out of the way and running behind me, trying to slash at me still with his knife. I swung the blade around, and he groaned in pain. Goddamnit! Ok, it was an accident, I thought in an attempt to reason with myself. It was an accident, an accident, an accident. Judging by the degree of the sound, I had only given him a long cut, and nowhere serious. I heard the sound I'd been waiting for, then used my glaive to pull the knife over to where I was and stepped on it with one boot.
"If you kill me now," he said through his pain, "I am certain your fate won't be much later than this."
"I'm not going to try and kill you," I said with a slight whimper and shake to my voice. "The police can take care of this all. Try and pull any tricks, though, and that might not be the case," I lied.
"Well, if that's how it's gonna be, ghost boy, you're lucky I now have a cut right down my leg and I can barely stand."
A few seconds after he said that, sirens broke through the busy streets. A few people had turned heads, and I took the attention as a sign that I needed to leave to let the police do their thing and keep from getting seen by anyone but the man. With a few flaps of my wings, I took to the sky again, opting to turn in for the night from both the exhaustion from the multiple encounters of today and the increasingly cold night air.
An alarm blared from my clock and, just after flipping the button to silence it, I practically let myself fall out of bed. I stretched my arms into the air, and as I did my large and drooping wings unfolded themselves to a whopping ten feet total to stretch them as well. Twenty paces from my bed, exactly where it always was, I'd gotten my hands into my closet and grabbed something to put on. For a second, I looked down to make sure I didn't look like a complete slob. I wore a white button-up and blue-grey sweater, along with some pants and my boots. About the usual, good. I didn't want to give too bad an impression right away. On the shelf sat a small bag holding a couple changes of clothes and emergency food and medicine stores. Just in case, I thought as I pulled the strap over my shoulder and head, letting it rest in the crook between wing and shoulder. I also put on the sheath strap for my glaive and dropped the weapon in place. Ten more paces to the left and I'd find my kitchen area, where I grabbed a small packet of cashews and headed out. Five paces into the middle of the one-room home was a hatch in the ceiling, which opened up once I pulled a stool from the kitchen and undid a series of locks.
Once I climbed through the door, I stood for a second on top of the roof and let the hatch click into place before pulling a key from my pocket and turning it in the lock before it clicked once more. With that, I opened my eyes and found the sun. It was barely above the horizon, behind me, and I adjusted where I stood somewhat to be able to fly in the right direction. I smiled somewhat; I was right on schedule. Of course, I didn't have a long way to travel, allowing for me to leave this late, but I still had to be careful to be seen. Because of that, I found my usual route through the clouds. I still kept an eye out for anything happening; the role of Guardian was to be transferred over to a young woman by the name of Evelyn Lawrence at 6:00, and I just wanted to be safe, as it was just past 5:50 if my sense of time wasn't deceiving me.
After a few hours of flying down the coast to the meeting place, I landed atop the roof of the Empire State Building. I could hear voices nearby; those must be the rest of the group. I could pinpoint five distinct voices so far; the other four must still be on their way. I took a look and I was correct: Two guys and three girls were standing there and chatting among themselves. I took a few steps forward, revealing myself to the group, and went back to ignoring my sight; it was already slightly straining after those few seconds.
"Oh, hello!" one voice called, with a fair bit of excitement in her voice. The voice was very much that of a female's, somewhat high-pitched and a bit thin and flat. She used the Canadian vowel shift, as well, leading me to assume she was Canadian or Northwestern. "Over here," she added on after a couple seconds. Did she try gesturing? I assumed so and came to where the group stood, being careful to not walk into anyone.
"Uh, hello," I said, cracking a slight smile and holding out a hand in some direction. It was taken by someone else, who promptly shook it.
"Hi," said one of the boys. He spoke in a somewhat high voice, sounding pretty cold and harsh in tone. "I'm Adish."
"Cecil," I said. "Pardon the bad vision."
"You're fine, if you managed to get past the test then I'm sure it won't be too big a deal." This one, another one of the girls, had a tough and low voice, somewhat thick in a Russian accent.
ok i didnt know how to end it so i just sorta did the random cutoff thing