A Stormy Night - Caroline + Nathan
Ever since his arrival in Lanchire, Nathan had felt nothing but suspicious. Surely the chief had noticed his lack of attendance to work. Usually, that meant they would look into it, considering that they had nothing better to do. And also adding in the fact that he disappeared before Alexis’ case was closed. But he had already felt in the many hours of being in the mansion that his release was hopeless. Maybe his coworkers could care less that he was gone. In his eyes, he was a decent cop, and the others just wanted to rid of him anyway.
But Nathan had fallen into place in the old building. More and more people appeared in the rooms available, and he often became acquainted with them. There were many children, and young adults there, which he often tried to take under his wing. He had always wanted children of his own, and seeing as it wasn’t going to happen now, he had to give these children some parental influence. And so more often than not, Nathan would scold those who were getting too rambunctious, and comfort those who had bad dreams.
He didn’t sleep very much himself. He found himself sitting in a chair for extended periods of time, occasionally dozing off, but mostly staying awake. And that night was just another night in the life. The night was a stormy one, and a dark one. He couldn’t see a great deal throughout the hall he was sitting in. But there was a light that did appear.
Nathan was staring down at his hands folded over his stomach when he was aware of a light in his peripheral vision. He immediately looked up to see the light of a candle coming from the doorway near by. He was quiet as he could see the shadow of his young girl. It didn’t take long before the noise in her room stopped.
He waited awhile before rising, and walking to the doorway. As Nathan peered into the room, he noticed the young girl fast asleep. He blew out the candle and moved over to her bed where he pulled the blanket up around her to tuck her in.
It wasn't like she hadn't expected that, in a massive house full of masses of people, she would be faced with such a situation as this. It was only that she had dreaded it. She had dreaded even having to face the notion. Her isolation had been pleasant and it had kept her grounded, the only thing she needed to be sure she was doing. Caroline couldn't catch herself up in fantasies. She couldn't tell herself that she would get out and that she would have an amazing life. That was because she didn't want to go out because of the fact that her life would be just as shit as it had been in the first place. Thenceforth, she had isolated herself, in the hope she would continue to live this bliss for the rest of her mortal life - which she did hope would end.
He was in front of her. What was his name? It was something really modern, a name that looked younger than he did. But then, of course, most young people got old - it was just a case of how old someone got and when. She still wasn't sure but her mind was fluttering through a large list, ready to speak up when she was left with no other option than to.
Her eyes stayed on him. She looked like a petrified rabbit caught in a pair of headlights; except there were no headlights and it was more like nerves and emotionality all mixed up into one - which would equate to the same thing, if they were not separated so precisely by some sort of fibre with the width and strength of a needle's most delicate point.
