Carbon (The Watcher Series Book 2)

by AJ Eversley

  Carbon

  Book Two in the Watcher Series

  By AJ Eversley

  Carbon

  Copyright © 2015 by Amy Eversley

  First edition 2017

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  Edited by Q Book Editing

  Interior formatting by Tugboat Design

  Book cover artwork by Ali Taylor

  Book cover typography by Tugboat Design

  Books by AJ Eversley

  The Watcher Series

  Watcher

  Carbon

  ~

  Kenzie – A Watcher Series Novella

  Max – A Watcher Series Novella

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  The idea that people could move on after they lose someone was a lie; one I’ve kept telling myself over and over again these past few weeks as we sailed from Kuros to the United Isles. Time moved slower, as if it felt my urgency and was mocking me by slowing down every minute, every hour. It left me just enough time to relive every horrible thing I’d endured, every person I lost. All gone, and yet I was expected to move on, to keep going.

  It was a lie; I was a lie. And as I spent the last few weeks on this ship with nothing but time, I knew it would never end until my last breath.

  My knife flew high in the air, flipping end over end as it came back down, and I caught it, hoping to avoid the blade. My eyes were closed, but I sensed the weight and felt when to grab a hold. Chevy was curled up comfortably at the end of the bed, watching the knife with lazy eyes. The room I lay in was small and stuffy. Two cots pressed against the metal walls, and there was a small porthole near my head. The space smelled of damp mold and was always a little too cold, a constant reminder of the dark ocean we traveled under.

  I tossed the knife up again, this time higher and faster. As it fell, there was a click of the door opening, and for only a second, my concentration left me. When I reached for the knife, the blade sliced into my hand, and red blood dripped onto my black pants. I hissed.

  “Can you not do that when I’m around?” Max Murray, Commander Murray’s son, grumbled and gave me a lazy glare as he slumped down on the cot across from me. Chevy sprang from my bed and jumped onto Max as his tail wagged happily. “Hey there, silly mutt.” Max scratched Chevy behind the ears, causing the puppy’s back leg to twitch with appreciation.

  Within seconds, the bleeding on my hand had already stopped, and I used my shirt to wipe off the blood that had dripped down my palm. The wound had already healed itself and was nothing more than a faint, pink line. No matter how many times I did that, it always amazed me how quickly this new Carbon body healed. “You weren’t in the room when I threw it,” I said to Max while cleaning off the knife. He rolled his eyes at me.

  My gaze fell to the small porthole above my bed, drawing me into the deep blue ocean. We hadn’t seen daylight in over two weeks as we traveled underwater to the United Isles. Max and I had to bunk together much to my dismay, but we mostly kept to ourselves. He seemed to enjoy the uncomfortable closeness as he made a point of teasing me daily and pushing every button I had.

  Why Murray had sent his only son with me was still a mystery. I knew little about Max, except that he thrilled in making me uncomfortable and was a man of many masks. He was smarter than he led on and always observant, but to be honest, I didn’t care to get to know him; I didn’t need his story. This trip wasn’t about making friends. I had one mission—one job. Rid Coleman of this world by avenging Cytos and all the people Coleman had taken from me.

  All I wanted to do was see my revenge to its end. And after that, I didn’t care much about what happened to me; I just wanted it all to be over. The pain, the loss. It overwhelmed me every morning, waking up covered in my sweat from the nightmares that haunted me. If only time would stop torturing me so I could be done with it all.

  The ocean depths were so crystal clear blue that I was reminded of him every time I looked out there—Kenzie. Even just thinking his name caused my chest to tense up. The pain was still there, it always would be. But mostly, it was the guilt—that he died and I lived. That Kyle died, and so did Byron. It should’ve been me.

  Instinctively, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small star pendant, the twin to the one I wore around my neck. My vision glazed over before I felt Max’s stare. His eyes met mine and rage flickered across his face for only a second, as if he could sense the pain I felt, but he quickly composed himself as he looked away and kept petting Chevy.

  Shoving the pendant in my pocket, I swiftly left the room with a scowl on my face. Chevy followed on my coattails. Sympathy was the last thing I needed from Max. I couldn’t stand the look he gave me when he thought I didn’t notice. The look of pity for what I was and what had happened to me. It made this all feel even more tragic than my own heart constantly conveyed.

  Down the narrow hallway and up three flights of stairs, I found the Captain sitting in his usual spot, sipping a cup of tea. The crew worked away as they navigated the ever-changing waters around us. There were three rows of men at tablets and computers, each with their own task and job. In the center of the room were the main controls with a wheel that seemed to move on its own while a table of controls sat to its right. At the rear, a short ladder led up to the sealed deck. Two oversized chairs also leaned against the wall; the only things in the room not made of metal.

  “Mornin’, Sawyer. And how are ya’, my boy?” Captain Lankey rubbed Chevy’s head as the pup leaned into him, eager for more pets. “Care for a cup of tea?”

  “No, thanks.” I sat in the oversized chair beside him, curling my feet underneath me. “How much further?” The longing to leave this metal confinement was immense. I wanted to breathe real air for once.

  “We be ‘bout three weeks travel away from home, my dear,” he said as he sipped the tea. His little pinky
stuck out to the side in a soft, dainty manner. A sharp contrast to his tattered, black, patched-up coat and studded boots. His hat was the only immaculate thing on him, which I’d never seen him without. It wouldn’t have surprised me if he slept in it.

  “Will we be able to surface anytime soon?” I asked.

  “Aye, soon.” He smiled a toothless grin. “We be almost at the borders of the United Isles. There we’ll be safe to surface.”

  “Good.” I slouched down, crossing my arms behind my head and enjoying the busy energy of the room. Most of my time was spent there, otherwise I found myself thinking about Kenzie and what had happened. A burden threatening to consume me at any moment. But it was hard to concentrate on any of that in a room like this so I spent as much time as possible surrounded by the noise and chaos. Beeps and small sirens sounded. The men were always chattering with their thick slang, making it hard to understand the words, let alone allow my mind to wander. I enjoyed it.

  “How are ya’ likin’ yer accommodations? Suitable, I hope.” Captain Lankey took another sip of tea as Chevy squeezed his way in beside me.

  “It’s a bed to sleep on. I can’t complain.” I shrugged as I squished over more to make room for the dog.

  “And yer roommate?”

  “He’s tolerable.” I drummed my fingers against the armchair.

  “Full of anger that boy is! If he ain’t treatin’ ya’ right, let me know,” Lankey warned.

  “Nah, he’s fine. Let’s just hope this friend of yours can help me fast. Then we can all part ways.” Max wanted to be here about as much as I wanted him around. Despite his constant teasing, it was clear he hated being here.

  “Oh, you’ll be gettin’ the help ya’ need. Don’t ya’ worry yer pretty little head darlin’.”

  As the days passed, I felt more and more uncertain that this wasn’t a huge waste of my time, going with Lankey to the United Isles. He was convinced his friend would be able to harness whatever my Carbon body held inside, but he kept tight-lipped about it all.

  “So what is this friend of yours like?” I asked, trying to get any information out of him that I could.

  “Oh, they’re quite amazin’ they are. Powerful beyond yer imagination, but kind and fair. We live by a code on the United Isles, a set of rules that we all abide by. Everyone plays a part in our community, and as long as ya’ stick to the rules, ya’ can stay as long as ya’ want.” He smiled.

  “I’ll follow the rules, but I don’t plan to stick around for very long.” I huffed.

  “I wouldn’t be so sure there, missy. Ya’ just might like it there.”

  “Doubt it.”

  Cytos was the only place I ever considered home, but it was gone along with everyone I’d ever loved. All I had left now were the memories and a promise I’d yet to fulfill.

  After a few hours of sitting and watching the hustle and bustle of the ship while tossing a ball around for Chevy, I strolled over to the mess hall for a little food. It was mostly empty, so I sat at a table in the corner of the hall by myself. I filled two small bowls with the slop they called food, one for Chevy and one for me. Chevy pawed at it for a moment before hunger took over, and he licked the bowl clean. My nose scrunched up at the smell, and I began picking at the food but barely ate it. Eating wasn’t one of my top priorities lately. Though I had always been skinny and a little underweight, I knew what the lack of food was doing to me, but I didn’t care.

  There was a bang across the hall as Max strutted in. His usual smooth grin hit me from across the room as he filled up a bowl full of slop. Amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth when I scowled back at him and he parked himself down across from me.

  “Do you mind?” he asked.

  “It’s a free world.” I shrugged.

  He snorted. This was his usual game, finding any way to annoy me. Even sitting down across from me irritated me to no end, but I did my best to ignore him and returned to stirring my cold food.

  We were both silent as Max moved his food around with his spoon for a few minutes before he let out a heavy sigh. Max placed the bowl onto the floor where Chevy was waiting eagerly to gobble it all down.

  “I can’t eat any more of this garbage,” he grumbled.

  “Keep your voice down,” I hushed.

  “Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re eating it either. Everyone knows it sucks. I’m not saying anything you’re not already thinking.” He gestured to my still-full bowl, now cold from sitting for so long.

  “We’re guests here. Show a little respect.” My voice was quiet but stern.

  Max leaned into the table, surveying my body, my face, and my mouth. “Then you eat it,” he challenged me. “Eat more than one bite, and I’ll stop complaining.” He raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to piss me off, or if the hint of worry and pleading in his voice I detected was begging me to eat something. Anything. I’d been starving myself unintentionally, but it was hard to focus on things like eating when there was so much rattling my brain.

  I didn’t look away, and I didn’t touch the spoon that still sat in my cold food. Crossing my arms, I settled in to wait him out, unwilling to let him win even one battle with me.

  His shoulders slumped, and I realized worry indeed was hidden behind his feeble challenge. He pushed his chair back hard, clenching his jaw tightly, as he picked up the empty bowl from Chevy. “Didn’t think so. Looks like we’re both going to starve to death in this metal trap.”

  I rolled my eyes, “I’ll be fine. You’re the one who will suffer, not me.”

  He swaggered around the table and leaned in so close that his breath tickled my neck, but I didn’t flinch or look away. His gaze swept from my head to my toes once again. “I’m not the one who needs to save a dying world. I don’t need to be in peak condition or feed a body that isn’t quite human. I’m not the one who’ll suffer. Everyone else will if you don’t stop moping around and feeling sorry for yourself.” His cold glare was like ice in my veins as he stepped away. With a slight smirk, he spun on his heels and left before I’d even blinked, leaving a shudder down my spine.

  His words rang in my ears, “a body that isn’t quite human.” I was a Carbon now, no longer human, even though every instinct inside of me was wired to protect humans, not hurt them. That was why they all looked at me differently, why Max looked at me with prying eyes as if he was trying to figure out what exactly I was. I was different, yet I found myself forgetting that at times.

  But I wasn’t a hero anymore. I was no longer someone or something to be proud of. There was a monster living inside of me, waiting to break free. And the weight of everything he said was the reason I hadn’t slept in weeks or eaten in days. I wanted to do something about it. I wanted to be better. But every time I thought of it, the guilt and pain took over, and I could barely breathe without breaking down. I often wondered what Kenzie would think if he saw me, or if he knew what I was—what I had become. Would he look at me like he used to? Or would he look at me with disgust for what I let happen to me? What I let myself become?

  Chevy sat at my side, pawing at my leg, as he looked up with worried eyes. I stroked his head as I looked at my bowl of slop with a groan. My hand quivered as I took a tentative bite and fought the gag threatening to bring the food back up. With a long, hard swallow, I took another bite and another—until the bowl was empty.

  And I could’ve sworn I saw the door to the hall close a crack more than it had been before.

  ~

  I was fighting back a yawn when I finally decided to call it a night. Scooping up a sleeping Chevy, I headed for what I was sure would be a restless sleep. The lights were off when I entered. Max was already in bed.

  I turned on my side lamp and began to change into my nightwear before I heard a small rustling behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Max staring at me, his mouth open to say something, but the words seemed lost in the moment. The usual smirk returned as he rested his hands behind his head and leaned back into his pillow.
He examined my body, his eyes following my slight curves and right through me, almost as if he could see down to my non-human heart.

  A low growl escaped me at the sight of his prying stare.

  “If you didn’t want me to look, you wouldn’t have turned on the light.” He shrugged, but he didn’t look away. His eyes flickered to the bare skin on my shoulders and then back to my face.

  My pillow hit him square in the face, a little harder than I intended.

  “Okay, okay. Just hurry and turn off that light. Some of us are trying to sleep here.” He scowled with a little smile before he tossed my pillow back. He rolled away from me with a huff, pulling the blankets over his head.

  I stifled a snide remark, not giving Max what he wanted—a reaction. He’d been doing it since we arrived, trying to get under my skin. Analysing me like some puzzle he was trying to solve. And he had … gotten under my skin

  I flicked off the light as I lay down in my bed. Chevy softly pawed at the covers and I pulled them back so he could curl up underneath.

  ~

  Cold sweat rolled over my body as I watched, over and over again as he died. The scene replayed in my memory like a broken record, and no matter how many times I tried to will my body to move, I was stationary. Stuck in the same spot, watching the man I loved die repeatedly. This was the same dream that haunted me most nights. Sometimes the image felt so real I’d wake up screaming his name, but it made no difference. He never came back, and I never saved him.

  I strained, begging my body to move, just one step closer to him, and maybe I could save him. Maybe this time it would be different. If only I could get whatever was holding onto me to let go. I finally looked behind me, and my heart hit the pit of my stomach. Holding onto my other arm, preventing me from moving forward toward Kenzie, was me. I gripped onto my wrist with one lazy hand and shook my head. I knew I wasn’t going to let go. I tried kicking at the hand holding on to my wrist, clawing at the fingers to get them to release, but they held on tight. As I turned back around, it was already too late. Kenzie lay motionless on the cold ground once again. I screamed out in frustration as I was suddenly jolted awake.