Watcher (The Watcher Series Book 1)

by A. J. Eversley

  The telltale pop sounded. My eyes flashed opened, and I steadied myself in less than a heartbeat before the ember appeared to my left and I swiped at it. The movement jolted my equilibrium off-balance enough that I missed the ember and grazed my hand against the side of the furnace. It was the smallest of touches, but it burned through my whole body. My face scrunched into a wince while I shook my hand in pain and I swore under my breath.

  Letting out a long sigh, I accepted defeat and decided that was enough for today. I made my way past the Captain’s men, who nodded politely and said, “Ma’am.”

  The sweat still dripped down my back by the time I had reached the main floor. I shuffled down the hall to the communal showers, only to find Max there. His scent filled the washroom with a crisp pine scent that seemed to follow him from the forest he’d lived in for years. I waited by the wall until I heard the water turn off. Without looking, I handed him his towel.

  “Come for a little peek, have you?” Max muttered as he wrapped the towel around his waist. His bronze skin was lean and strong, very few blemishes across it. Much different from my pale, scar-filled body. He was taller than I was and stood with a confidence I remembered once having.

  “Believe me, I wasn’t looking, nor do I plan to,” I snapped. I kicked off my boots and removed my shirt. He smirked back at me in the mirror; his eyes followed my shirt to the ground as it fell. Slipping into the shower stall, I tossed the rest of my clothes around the corner and turned on the water as cold as I could handle.

  My hand stayed under the ice-cold water for as long as I could manage before I turned it up a little warmer, enjoying the clean, crisp water falling over my skin.

  Steam filled the shower as I turned the water hotter. It flowed over my body and relaxed every tight muscle from my shoulders to my legs. Warm air filled my lungs and steadied my racing heart while I attempted to clear my mind of distractions. The sound of running water was enough to keep the horrible thoughts at bay.

  Reluctantly, I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my body. I took another towel to my long hair which fell over my shoulders in a tangled mess. My feet stumbled as I stepped around the corner to find Max still there. His navy blue khakis clung to his waist, two small divots formed just above his strong wide back, which was still bare. A soft blue bruise lingered around his neck where I had choked him the night before. A pang of guilt washed over me, and I looked away.

  The knots in my hair were hard to tame as I took a comb to the long locks. I noticed the occasional glances from Max before I became annoyed. I dropped the comb and twisted to face him, “What is it already?” I asked. I was tired of feeling like an alien for him to examine every time I was nearby. Just because I was different, because I was a Carbon, didn’t give him the right to rake his gaze all over me the way he did. And even more than that, I was tired with the heat it brought to my cheeks.

  I felt his stare gazing over my scars and the paleness of my skin, probably judging my small frame with every probing look.

  “What? I’m just amazed someone could actually be that pale.” He waved his toothbrush in my direction with his all too familiar cocky smile. “Did Cytos have zero sun, or is this a side effect of being a Carbon?”

  “It actually didn’t have much sun. And I was too busy saving lives to worry about getting a tan unlike you clearly.” I rolled my eyes. “Could you at least put a shirt on?”

  “You came in here and steamed up the whole damn place. I didn’t want to ruin a good shirt.” He shrugged. “But don’t worry, you can stare all you want. I don’t mind.”

  “Ah—” I bit my tongue at the choice words I had for him and grabbed my dirty clothes. “I suggest you don’t come back to the room anytime soon unless you’d like a matching bruise to the one around your neck.” I heard his low chuckle as I rounded the corner.

  I tossed my dirty clothes in a pile and ripped off my towel as soon as I entered my room. Chevy, sensing my annoyance, buried himself under my blankets. Max irritated me so much, and I couldn’t even begin to explain why. Everything that came out of his mouth made my blood boil. I swear he did it on purpose. Like he knew which buttons to push to cause optimal annoyance. Either he wanted to provoke an attack, or it was his idea of fun with nothing else to do on this ship. We were all going stir-crazy, but I was the last person he should be messing with. And he had to know that, but it didn’t stop him.

  Frustrated, I threw a punch at my pillow, causing the burning in my hand to flare up again as I squeezed my palm. “Damn it.” I shook my hand. Max was getting to me without even being present.

  Hastily, I threw on a pair of clean clothes and wrapped up my hair in a messy bun before storming up to the control room, desperately in need of some sort of distraction.

  Later that night, I didn’t have any nightmares because I don’t think I slept at all.

  Chapter 3

  Kenzie

  A quiet hush ran through the station as Kenzie walked down the near-empty hallway. The metal walkway clanked ever so slightly under his heavy boots, and a vast darkness surrounded the large space station with bright stars dancing outside the tiny windows. Earth stood like a stone hovering in the distance, hanging in the sky among the stars. The silence was all-consuming.

  It had been two weeks since they had fled Kuros to the safety of the space station orbiting earth and Kenzie’s ears were still ringing from the blow he took that he still couldn’t remember. The space station was circular in shape with twelve different sectors branching out all around it, each section housing thousands of Carbons, all waiting for their orders.

  With every stride he took closer to the room where the prisoner sat waiting, Kenzie’s energy grew, building up inside of him, waiting to burst free and to be unleashed. The ringing in his ears ceased as the killing calm took over. Two guards stepped out of Kenzie’s way as he entered. The doors slammed shut behind him.

  The prisoner looked up as Kenzie walked in and circled behind the man. Rolling his shoulders back, Kenzie flexed his fingers. The prisoner’s narrow eyes widened as Kenzie stopped behind him, his shadow looming over the prisoner’s body. Sweat dripped down the prisoner’s brow, soaking up his jet-black hair and the man trembled.

  Kenzie rested his hands on the man’s shoulders, “You’ve been very bad, Mr. Chou. Sending out a warning to our enemies wasn’t a very smart idea.” Chou had given the human resistance a message before Kuros fell, detailing the power source for the human host pods, which their enemy ultimately was able to disable.

  “The stars will save me. I put my faith in the stars,” Chou mumbled, though his eyes widened with fear.

  “You put your faith in the wrong hands.” Kenzie squeezed against Mr. Chou’s shoulders, enough to make him wince. “Who told you about the power source? I’ve seen the video. I know that someone, a girl, gave you this information to warn the humans. Tell me who it was.”

  Chou glanced over his shoulder with a little sneer on his face, “You were betrayed, by one of your own.” A menacing chuckle escaped him before he mumbled the same line, “The stars will save me. I put my faith in the stars.”

  Kenzie held back a snarl. He would have to find out who within their regime had betrayed them, but for now he had more pressing matters. He had come seeking answers to a different question.

  “Where is she?” Kenzie asked calmly.

  “I don’t know—” Chou stammered, but before he could say another word, Kenzie grabbed his shoulder and unleashed his powers on him. Chou’s body tensed and fought against the burning pain running through him. As Kenzie released him, Chou slumped back in the chair.

  “Where is she?” Kenzie asked again as he circled around and stood in front Chou, hands clasped behind him as they burned with fire.

  “Please, I beg you. I don’t know! I swear it—” Chou screamed in agony. The pain seized only moments before he nearly passed out. His body was heavy with fear as he looked up to Kenzie. “Please, no more. Please!”

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  Chou flinched, just the slightest movement, but Kenzie caught it. Chou knew something, “Please—” he whimpered.

  Kenzie placed his hand on Chou’s forehead, and his whole body went rigid. Chou’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as Kenzie freed nearly all his powers, holding out until the last second. “Where is she?” Kenzie screamed. His face was only inches away.

  “She…I…I’m not sure,” Chou whimpered.

  Kenzie reached for him again.

  “Wait!” Chou cried. “He had a boat; that’s all I know. They didn’t say where they were going, just that they had a boat.”

  That would have to be enough. It was clear that was all Chou knew. “Thank you. See? That wasn’t so hard.” Kenzie’s smile was menacing as he took a step closer, and Chou quivered a smile back.

  Kenzie lifted his hand to Chou’s chest, and his powers released at their full capacity. A hole, the size of his fist, went through Chou where his heart was and led out to the other side of him. His body slumped to the side, dead. Kenzie didn’t spare a second glance. He felt no pity for this man. “Take care of him,” he ordered the guards as he marched past.

  His feet clanked harder this time on the metal walkway to his master’s office. The Earth below floated still and silent. He chanced a peek this time, noting the blue and green canvas marred with craters and broken edges from a war long ago—a war that had ended before he was even born and before this new battle had begun.

  Kenzie knocked once before entering. “You were right. He did know something.”

  “Good, good. And?” Coleman asked.

  “They took a boat.”

  “Ah, I see. So she is on the United Isles then. I had hoped she wouldn’t be so foolish.” Coleman pursed his lips. “We need those Carbons to be ready.”

  “Sir, there’s also someone in our midst who betrayed us.”

  Coleman’s face burned with fury.

  “How would you like me to proceed?” asked Kenzie.

  “Leave that to me. Just focus on those Carbons.” Coleman leaned back in his chair, resting his hands in his lap.

  Kenzie nodded and pivoted to leave.

  “Kenzie?” Coleman stopped him. “You have done well, son.”

  “Thank you.”

  Chapter 4

  The men on this ship weren’t afraid of me, not the way the people in Kuros were. Not the way they should’ve been, the way Max should have feared me.

  But today, as I walked through the ship halls with haste on a mission, no one got in my way. I hadn’t slept most of the night, and when I had finally passed out, my rest was broken by the sound of a door slamming—done on purpose no doubt. Everything Max did was calculated and intended to piss me off. And he’d done just that. As I stormed through the ship in search of my bunkmate, I pictured all the different ways I’d punish him for ruining my sleep. Not once, but twice.

  My hands were shaking as I clenched and unclenched my fists. I was so mad that Chevy didn’t dare follow me when I’d stalked out of the room only minutes before. My rage had been bottling up for weeks, sitting deep inside of me.

  I tore around the corner and into the mess hall, and there he was. In less than a heartbeat, I was at his side, gripping the side of the table to resist the urge to strangle him.

  “Morning.” He smirked.

  “Morning…that’s what you’re going with? Morning?” I bared my teeth, leaning in closer.

  “Uh, should I have added ‘darling’ to the end?” Max purred, glancing up from his half-eaten food and feigning ignorance, but he wasn’t a fool.

  I took a deep breath and stepped away, doing my best to calm the tightness in my chest. He wasn’t worth it. “Next time, could you try closing the door just a tad softer when you leave?” I said through clenched teeth. Not waiting for a response, I rotated to leave but didn’t get far.

  “Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” A smug smile on his face was all it took to throw me over the edge.

  Red flashed before my eyes. I lunged at him, knocking both him and his chair to the ground with a thunderous bang. Glass and cutlery crashed onto the floor as I dug my nails into his shoulder, pinning him under the weight of me and making sure he heard every word I said. “I’ve had about enough. If you ever want to see the sunlight again, you’ll leave me the hell alone. Got it?” I threw my hand over his mouth when he tried to protest. “No! Not one more word. Do you understand?”

  Something like fear mixed with amusement danced in his eyes as they fell from my own to my lips, now a thin sharp line. I removed my hand as heat ran from my cheeks to my neck in one fluid motion. A side of his mouth lifted into a grin as he nodded his acknowledgment ever so slightly, intentionally slow.

  I gave him one last glare before I pushed him away and stood up, feeling his stare follow me the whole way out.

  Some of the men had gathered around, startled by the noise.

  “Everything okay?” one asked as I passed by.

  I didn’t respond.

  ~

  Max lasted two days without saying a word to me. The door barely made a sound whenever he closed it. And although I was pretty sure this was a show of pettiness on his part, he didn’t piss me off once and I was glad for it.

  Truth be told, I went a little harder on him than I should have. Being stuck in a metal ship under the ocean had me on edge. And if it had been anyone else, I probably would’ve apologized within the hour. But it wasn’t anyone else. He was the one guy who could annoy me with only a single word; the one guy I was stuck in a room with for over three weeks now.

  “You can speak, you know,” I said to a silent Max. He lay on his bed, flipping a coin up and down.

  “Oh, her holiness deems me worthy to speak now, does she?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, but the tension between us lifted a little.

  “I didn’t…I shouldn’t have…” I couldn’t find the words.

  “It’s fine. Don’t sweat it. It’s who you are.” He sat up with a shrug and flipped the coin in his hand once more.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I questioned.

  “I barely know you, Sawyer, but one thing I’m sure of is you’re a bit of a hothead. And you tend to make decisions before thinking them through. You’re always just a tad too serious.”

  My body stiffened, wondering if I was that transparent.

  “I tease you so you feel something other than the pain and depression every once in a while, even if you direct your anger at me for doing so. You need to lighten the hell up,” Max stated.

  “I need to lighten up?” I narrowed my eyes.

  “Yes, you do,” he said smoothly as he leaned in closer, challenging me to look away.

  I didn’t.

  “You need to move on if you want to win this war. Sitting around moping and feeling depressed is only going to move you further away from your goal. And when you get upset that fast, you make stupid decisions. Decisions that could get people killed because you’re not thinking.”

  “Oh, so you think you’ve got me all figured out, hey?” My temper rose as venom spilled from every word I spoke. My intended good-willed conversation was out the window. “How the hell would you know?”

  “I know because I’ve been there. I’ve been you. And if you don’t do something about this, it will be your friends and the people you care about who suffer, not just you.” His words hit me deep like a punch to the gut. He stood up to leave as he flipped the coin at me, careful to open the door quietly. “And seeing as you detest me so much, I’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll be just fine.” He made a point of emphasis with every word before he softly closed the door.

  There was a lump in my throat that I had trouble swallowing down. So many people had been hurt, and I’d put them all in danger. Many of them didn’t make it. Kenzie, my parents. Even Kyle who had been my mentor and my friend sacrificed his own life so I could help save the rest of humanity. Every one of them trusted me to protect them, and I failed them all.


  I’d spent my entire life chasing Carbons, not to become one but to terminate them. And now, I’d become the very enemy I had sought to destroy.

  My new identity was no longer the hero, no longer the image of safety and protection that Watchers stood for. Now I was the Carbon; I was the enemy.

  Chapter 5

  One minute I was sleeping soundly, and then the next I was bucked right off my bed and onto the cold metal floor. Red lights flashed, and sirens pierced my eardrums.

  “What happened?” Max’s voice sounded next to me in the darkness. His hand reached for my wrist to pull me up. The ship stuttered before it went still. Whatever had happened, that wasn’t a good sign.

  “I don’t know.” My eyebrows drew together before I pulled my hand from his lingering grip. I collected myself and ran up to the control room, not caring that I wasn’t wearing anything but my nightwear.

  We walked into chaos. The crew ran in circles, tapping at screens blinking the same red warning.

  “What happened?” I shouted over the blaring alarm, plugging my ears from the sound.

  “We hit sum’in, Miss,” one of the guys managed to say between breaths, yelling over the alarms.

  “Where’s Captain Lankey?” I asked.

  “Down in the engine room. Bottom level.”

  We sprinted out of the room, and I yelled a quick command for Chevy to stay. He appeared as worried as I was.

  Down the stairs, we raced as fast as we could, passing terrified men who were running in the opposite direction. When we reached the bottom, ice-cold water met my bare feet, causing a hiss to escape my throat.

  That wasn’t a good sign.

  Voices sounded from the corridor behind me, and I followed them to where Lankey and his Chief Engineer stood. Water was pouring out of a closed door to an adjacent room behind them.