Elektra watched from a distance, as the red head made his rounds through town. The more she watched him the more she couldn’t shake off that certain feeling. Almost like déjà vu seeing his face. It was a feeling of more than just a dream but why him of all people. She didn’t even know his name, only that he was hermit. Judging from the clothes he wore, his face and especially his hands it wasn’t from the mines she once worked at as a slave that she had seen him before to cause such a dream.
There was something about him though that brought a smile to her lips. He didn’t seem like anyone she knew before, not from the regime or the rebels. When he stopped in the middle of the bridge she plastered herself to tree. Like that would help anyways he was after all a blind man. Her cover now blown, she walked out to where he stood. “Um, hello there,” she said lamely and just about face palmed. But what could she say. Hello I saw you in a dream. Yeah that would go over well.
He quirked his brow and sat down on the edge of the bridge, legs crossed and walking stick lightly tapping his knee lightly. Listening to his stalker come out of hiding and approach him properly, interested to why someone even wanted to follow him in the first place. “Hello, yourself, stranger.”
Matt was hardly surprised when it came to people trying to follow him, gifts did come along with his blindness. One of them he loved as no one could sneak up on him anymore… well almost no one. The sound of the woman’s voice sent a shiver down his spine and made his shift a little on his perch. “Any particular reason to why you’ve been following me all day, miss? And if you’re here to rob me you’re doing a terrible job.”
Normally when she had her nightmares, she never remembered a thing. This time she remembered one thing. Those eyes, milky white. Even if they where blind they seemed to bore into her vary soul. It was those eyes she remembered only seeing once before. On a hermit that she happened by one day.
Now she was tailing him unsure how to even broach the idea. Maybe she was crazy, or maybe it was something that she ate. One way or another it lead her to stalking a blind man.
Matt had woken up with a nagging feeling that something was in store for him today, but he ignored it. Forcing himself out his bed and getting ready for his daily routine of the morning. Bathe, dress and eat on the way to town. He grabbed his whittled walking stick on his way out of his room, lightly tapping it in front him as he circled his way through the rounded, narrow hallways of his home. Pushing various doors open with his cane and closing them behind him, listening to his footfalls echo through the empty spaces and feeling the vibrations around him to make clear pictures.
Finally reaching the front door, he unlatched the flimsy door and stepped out into the open as singing birds greeted him in the distance. He felt a small breeze pass by, hearing it whistle along with the bird and rustling the treetops around him. The hermit paused in his wake to bask in the nature’s beginnings of it’s day, feeling the sunlight warm his body and the ground shake ever so slightly under his bandaged bound heels. Feeling it’s heartbeat as he inhaled a deep breath before slowly letting it go.
He went on to his usual rounds for the day, gathering herbs and plants to make more medicine and stopping to chat with the sick at the clinic. Having taken a liking to hear the happier tones in the patients’ voices whenever he took the time to talk to them. But halfway through his day he had noticed somewhat familiar footsteps following him through town. Thinking nothing of it at first until he stopped on an old stone bridge leading back to the secluded area where his home was. Cocking his ear to the wind, he caught a familiar scent and smirked. “All right… come on out, now… I can hear you.”
(-taunts you all-)
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