We Own You
"Oh, boy," 'Eiden' said, his face growing pale. He had gathered enough coverage to swindle half his body out the door to check what was going on. The dirty windows didn't give much of a good view.
What he saw and heard gave him chills. A majority of his thoughts were spared for the sympathy he had for the children who had been caught in the net like fish, and the rest were reserved for the fright he felt at seeing the three men speak to Ess so daringly.
A part of him almost wanted to warn the man with greasy warts that he was jabbing at something worse than a hornet's nest here.
'Eiden' sneaked a glance at Ess' face. The young man had on his usual, calm but unsettling expression. He didn't react to the outrageous demand by the man with the greasy warts.
"Do you have ears, pretty boy?" the man yelled, the lips behind his beard trembling slightly. He sized up Ess again, his eyes gliding from the young man's head to his shoes.