Stranded [ 2 ]

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>She looked downwards, eyes held shut.
>"And after all I did... you`re going to get rid of me, right?"
>That would probably be the sensible thing to do, but there was some pesky  thing keeping you from doing exactly that, called emotions.
>The girl was stranded here with nothing.
>And for some reason, you decided to relent.

"If what you`re saying is true, then no. I think it will be best if you stay here."
>She opened her eyes and looked across the room at you.
>"Wait... you`re gonna let me stay?"

"Well, I don`t think you`ll have much better chances anywhere else. I mean, I`m one of the more reasonable people I`ve seen, and I fucking shot you, so... yeah."
>You thanked anything above for the fact that you lived out in the middle of Fuck-All, Nowhere, because if you`d been near people, there would have been police.

>You saw her face go through a few expressions.
>Confusion, relief, anger, and then she settled on worry.
>"But... when am I gonna get home...? How... am I gonna..."
>Right... that was an issue.
>She looked close to tears again as she trailed off.
>Goddamnit, you couldn`t stop yourself.
>You sat the pistol down on the table and walked over to her.

"We`ll find some way to get you back there."
>Jennete looked down as her eyes began to water.
>"W-will I...? Will I ever see my br-brother again? Oh god... he`s just a baby... and now I`m s-stuck here..."
>Oh.
>That... wasn`t good.
>"My mom`s going to be worried s-sick... why did Loka have to go and d-do this?"
>She curled back up.
>You had no idea what to do at this point.
>She would probably end up sleeping here though, so you got up to go get her a blanket.
>She reached out and grabbed your wrist before you could walk off.
>"W-where are you g-going...?"
>You looked back at her.
>She had a pleading look in her eyes.
>Her hands were... wet for some reason.
>You pulled your arm away and discovered the reason why they were soaked.
>Her hands had... eyes on the palms, which were also crying.

"Jennette..? Your hands. Why... why are there eyes... on your hands?"
>She lifted her hands up and pointed them at you.
>The eyes looked at you.
>"Well, m-monsters are all pretty different. There are wilder traits th-that I`ve seen."
>She gave you a weak smile.

"Huh... Anything else I should know about?"
>She seemed to think about this for a moment.
>She`d stopped crying at this point, and you were glad you managed to get her mind off of the painful topic.
>She snapped her fingers.
>"There`s one other thing I can do, but it`s a bit... dangerous."
>Well, she nearly clawed your face off, so how much worse could it be?

"Well, what is it?"
>She looked up at the ceiling.
>"I can`t get up to show you."
>She shook her injured leg, then you could immediately see the regret on her face.
>"Hmm... maybe that thing, maybe I can," she mumbled to herself.
>You traced her gaze to an old wooden sudoku set sitting on the coffee table.

"What do you want with that?"
>"Do you ever use that thing?"
>She pointed an open palm at the game.

"No, actually."
>You could see her excitement.
>"Watch this!"
>The eye on her hand stared at the set.
>Its sclera gradually became a light green color and the pupil shrunk.
>Her arm flexed.
>A pulse of some sort of green energy was emitted from the eye on her palm.
>It moved like a fluid flowing through the air, until it struck the sudoku box.
>The first thing you noticed was a slight sizzling sound, then an odd smell.
>It had a slightly smoking hole eaten through it by the energy, which you believed to be some kind of acidic burst.
>That didn`t fit into any science you knew though, but neither did Jennette.
>You`re suddenly glad she didn`t use that on you during the brief confrontation.

>"Wasn`t that cool?"
>She sounded a bit let down by your lackluster reaction.

"It was, but compared to everything that`s happened tonight, it isn`t that big of a deal."
>It was intriguing though, and could probably be useful in your occupation.
>Speaking of said occupation, you should probably head back to bed.
>"I guess so," she said, sounding slightly dissapointed.

"So, Jennette, I should to go to bed. I have to work tomorrow."
>"Where am I gonna sleep?"
>She looked around, hoping for a good answer.

"Well, you`ve got the couch you`re on, the other bedroom, the recliner here, and the entire floor. I should grab a blanket for you though."
>Hopefully she wouldn`t ask to sleep with you.
>She was as tall as a child, like four and a half feet at most.
>That would make things a bit... uncomfortable.

>"I think this couch is comfy enough. I`ll sleep here."
>She moved the pillows around as she got into a more comfortable position.
>You walked to the closet and pulled out a quilt.
>An old patchwork thing, actually handmade by your great-grandma.
>Jennette was looking at the blanket with a sense of wonder.
>"That thing`s really nice. You`re... letting me use it?"

"Yeah, yeah, just don`t tear it up. It should keep you warm enough."
>You handed it to her.
>She fumbled around with it for a moment, then got it over herself.
>Oh... she was all bundled up in the blankets, only her head poking out.
>No, you will not say it... okay fine, it was really fucking cute.
>She reached up and took her glasses off.
>"Hey, can you put these on that table?"

"Sure."
>As you put them on the table, you inspected them.
>The lenses were pretty thick, and the frames were a shade of periwinkle.
>You set them down and looked back at Jennette.
>She had curled up inside of the blanket now.
>She lifted her head out of the blankets.
>"Goodnight..."

"Goodnight Jennette."
>She was out pretty quickly, her quick breathing replaced by a steady and gentle snoring.
>Well, that`s that.
>You smiled.
>This was actually an interesting moment in your life.
>Though you already had a relatively eventful life, though not in a good way.

>You headed upstairs and laid back down.
>What time was it now?
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>Well, shit.
>You`d still get enough sleep though.
>You zoned out while mulling over tonight`s events.
>And you were asleep.

>Ding, ding, ding, ding.
>You slapped the alarm clock.
>It shut off.
>It`s seven `o clock.
>Why were you getting up this- right, morning shift.
>You were a bit tired, but you`d be okay.
>You looked out the window, gazing out to the sun slowly rising above the trees in the distance.
>The weather was clear today, blue and not a cloud in the sky.
>Perfect.
>You got dressed up for your shift.

>Clean, dressed, equipped.
>You headed downstairs.
>Right, you left your pistol in the living room.
>You`d need that.
>Walking into the room, you stopped when you noticed the bundled up blanket on the couch.
>You recalled the events of last night.
>A smile came across your face.

"Hey Jennette."
>She awoke with a snort and a yell.
>"Holy fu- oh... Good morning."
>She yawned, then curled back up.
>"You`re going to work, right?"

"Yeah. I`ll be back later."
>She turned back around to look at you.
>"Can I get a specific time? I want to know in case... something happens."
>She said the last bit quietly.
>Like she was afraid if it would reach that point.

"There isn`t really an exact time I`ll be back. You know how to work a phone, right?"
>"Of course."

"I`ll keep you updated with the home phone. Just stay here. And there`s food in the fridge."
>She looked at the phone, then towards the kitchen, then back at you.
>"O-okay. I got it."
>She sat up into a crosslegged position with her tail curled around her.

"I sure hope so. See you later."
>She smiled at you and gave you a wave.
>"Bye."

>She was nice enough, though she would probably scare the shit out of regular people.
>She is a monster, by denotation.

>You... are not a regular person though.
>You looked down at the pistol in your hand.

>You are a monster, by connotation.