From the moment she stepped out of the decrepit building, a pair of pitch black eyes, followed her every movement. He recognized her. Taking a deep breath, his eyes closed for a moment as a familiar nightmare played out, an older man with bright red eyes had been forced to his knees. He pleaded for help but the plea fell on seemingly deaf ears. A little girl around the age of twelve was being blocked from getting near him. Her eyes were also that eerie bright red. There used to be a word for these kinds of people but nobody knew. He made his way to the kneeling man and stated his crimes, teaching humans how to write, if there were a list of least favorite jobs to do, that would've been on it. He kept pleading for his life as his little girl softly cried.
A sinking feeling told the creature to open his eyes, so he did, and what he saw didn't surprise much. The woman had stopped in the middle of the path and was now holding a contraband electronic. She turned it over in her gloved hands and then put it under her arm. This was irregular behavior but the creature merely shook his head.
He hated being out in the daylight. Even with a long dark hood over his face, the light was nearly blinding. He sighed and continued moving in what little shadow the remaining square provided. Longed for were the days when there was better protection and freedom.
As she continued down the path, whatever spares cover there was grew more inconsistent, until he decided to turn around and leave. At this point who cares if he got reprimanded. He always felt like a stalker doing this job anyway.
He tried to shake the feeling something dark was coming, and in the next instant was gone from the alley. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as darkness encased everything. Why did he always get the strange ones? The question fell unspoken on his lips as he was blindsided once again. His feet were kicked out from underneath and his head was forced upward. The hood fell away as he locked onto two pissed off ember orbs hovering mere inches in front of him. An atrocious odor filled his nose but attempting to throw his own superior would only make things worse.
"What are you doing back here Lazarus? Your job is to follow the sick enforcer, Mae Lynn."
The silence that followed his superior's statement seemed to hold physical weight as her glowing ember eyes watched his every movement. Defeat imbedded itself inside his empty vessel. He shifted his own gaze toward the ground as she finally let him stand.
Taking a deep breath he carefully calculated exactly what to tell her, "I feel it is my place to inform that she has done something out of character Madam Celest."
He felt her tilt her head in interest at his statement. It wasn't unusual for the sick and strange humans he was frequently assigned to do something particular. Feeling as though he needed to continue with his report he said, "She found contraband. From the distance I kept I couldn't make out what exactly it was, but I watched her place it under her arm instead of heading directly toward the gate keepers."
Now he wasn't just uncomfortable about her eyes; the eerie silence that followed held it's own weight.