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Martyn sighed as he left the local corner store groceries in his hands, he could hear the news of the heroes recent conquest of stopping a Bank robbery.
Why couldn't the police do that? Why because the heroes wouldn't get their spotlight of course!, when the Villans aren't
Even though they could of been helping with missing persons cases, but nooo they'd rather stop villains and prevent bank robberies instead never mind the everyday violence that the cops who have been delegated to stop never even bother about.
Martyn sighed as he entered his house ears still twitching slightly from the hustle and bustle of town, he's grown used to the noise now but…..
He held his hands to his ears as a car blairs its horn outside, you'd think they'd be at least courteous for the hybrids who ears are now bleeding and bumped into a picture frame on the counter
Martyn cursed under his breath, but his eyes widened and softened when he saw what picture it was, the last one he and the others took before….
Martyn put the picture back and entered the kitchen slowly putting the eggs, milk and everything else away he couldn't think about that now not since it's already almost been a year…..well at least he’ll see Bigb again on the anniversary of Grians dissapearence ever since then Bigb has been off the grid which terrified Martyn when he heard what if he disappeared too?
Martyn ears perked up when he heard footsteps heading towards his door, who would visit him? Especially without notice.
He opened the door expecting to see a sales person but instead stood a box with a letter inside.
Cautiously yet curiously he opened the box only to freeze inside was one of the signature feathers of Grian who would do this?!
….And why now almost year later?!
Martyn roughly grabbed the note anger in his eyes
He's alive
-from the watcher
Was all the note said Martyn looked around wildly, was this from the ones who took Grian?!
Why did they send this note why send one of Grians feathers, are they after him?!, are they trying to send a message?!
Calm down Martyn…..maybe you could text….Bigbs off the grid….Pearl has been in shambles ever since her brother disappeared can't give false hope.
Jimmy…?, Martyn though for a moment shutting the door locking it tightly as well as shutting all of the curtains and blinds only turning a light on.
Jimmy and grian were practically brothers to though….but its the best option he has right now
When he opened the phone he saw the same usual screen a message he sent to Jimmy which then the other takes a week to reply with something like
‘Sorry I was busy!’
Martyn hand clenched around the phone when it suddenly glowed green.
Martyn shrieked and threw the phone across the room before hesitantly going to pick it up again.
Hello can you read us?
Martyn very hesitantly answered “yeah….arw you the one who took Grian?!, what do you want from me?!
We did not take the one known as Grian, in fact we want to help you
Martyn scoffed at the phone “yeah right and why should I believe you?!”
We are not those who watch, we are those who listen and we have similar goals and we have been listening to you for a long time
Martyn bit back a harsh laugh “great so I have stalkers now!, fantastic”
You want to find Grian yes?
Martyn froze up the texts continued
Then trust us when we say our goals align, touch the screen Martyn
Martyn heavily considered burning the phone but….what has he got too lose his best friends keep ignoring him, he hesitantly touches the phone and his vision goes green
“What the-!”
Welcome to the data stream Martyn, you can travel to any device using this
“How am I here?! Why am I here?!”
The voice almost sounded amused when it next spoke, its speaking now great.
It's fine that you don't remember this power was locked deep inside you, you just needed help getting it out of its door, to go back to the real world imagine a door opening infront of you.
Martyn panicky closed his eyes and thought ‘door…door…door’
And he was back in his house albeit he had to climb out a Tv that was now on.
Now await our next instructions Cypher and you may call us the listeners