The Underground

Chapter Three

A creak in my floor board causes me to roll over in my small bed. I groggily reach over, turning on my bed side lamp.

"Shh, its alright now little angel." A voice says, causing my eyes to fly to the corner of the room by my closet.

"It'll all be over soon." He whispers. "Daddy! Dad!" I scream, going to rise out of my bed.

"You're daddy can't help you now sweetheart. Your daddy is dead, all of your parents are." He chuckles, stepping out of the corner and into the center of my room.

"No, no, no." I whisper, my voice cracking. "What the hell did I ever do to you?" I ask indignantly.

"You were born." He replies casually. "The Underground has been in severe seclusion ever since. But with you gone, they will be grief struck. They won't be able to hide much longer." He explains.

"The what?" I ask quietly. "Oh, did Mr. Fisher never tell you of your heritage?" He chuckles.

"I guess it is too late now." He says, pulling me by my leg so that I fly off the other side of my bed.

"Say hello to mommy and daddy for me. Tell them their killer says hi." He says, taking the knife and tracing my spine with it.

"Help! Someone help me please!" I scream, my actions being rewarded with a swift kick to the stomach.

I cough, curling in on myself. God I hope I am dreaming, this can't be real. I mean I have crazy dreams all the time now.

I hear my door bust open behind me causing me to tense up. Is it this guys back up? Is someone going to save me from this hell?

"Back up." My attacker says, drawing the knife down my arm. I see the blood trickle down my arm, staining my blue tank top.

"No." The guy states, crossing his arms. I look up to see him. He is a bit smaller than the man holding me, but looks to be about my age.

"What're you going to do about it?" He spits, holding the knife at my throat. "This." A different voice speaks, taking the man down from behind.

I stumble forwards, falling face first on my bedroom floor.

I cradle my arm tightly to me, curling my self in a ball. The stranger easily took down the attacker, knocking him unconscious.

He then grabs then bottle like contraption, pushing a button before watching the stranger disappear.

He then stands up, approaching me slowly. "You okay Emery?" He asks, eying the guy in the doorway. "Yeah, I'm alright." He replies, shrugging.

The guy kneels down to my level, moving a piece of hair from my eyes. I cower backwards, my eyes widening as he approaches me.

"Hey, I won't hurt you." He promises, his voice soft. I look up to take in his appearance.

His eyes are a light caramel colour, almost brown. His brown hair uniformly styled in a quiff on top of his head.

His frame towers over mine, he looks to be about 6'4. But how do I know this guy? He looks so familiar to me.

"Keeyan, you're scaring her." Emery states, causing my eyes to widen.

This is the boy from my dreams. The one that told me that something was coming. Was this what he meant? Is he real?

"Don't cry." He whispers, wiping a line of tears off my cheek. "It will be okay." He soothes, offering me a hand up.

I hesitantly grab his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. I look up at him in disbelief, taking in my situation completely.

"Y-you can't be real. I-I'm dreaming." I whimper shaking my head. "I'm real okay. God your arm is bleeding. Oh god, Emery!" Keeyan panics, looking at his friend.

"Find some bandages. This will definitely need stitches." He says, shooing Emery out of the room.

Keeyan lets out a loud sigh, rubbing my back. "I'm so sorry Aurora." He whispers, shaking his head."I am so sorry." He repeats.

"I-is he really gone? My dad, is he really dead?" I ask quietly. "Y-yeah." He croaks.

"But it will all be okay." He whispers, looking at me carefully. His eyes spoke a million words to me. It was like he had known me my entire life.

"How do you know that? My dad is dead! You can't possibly tell me anything can be okay ever again!" I insist, my voice catching in my throat.

"It will all be okay again Aurora. You can't have a rainbow with out a little rain." He says, patting my back.

I nod solemnly as Emery comes back into the room. "Alright, bandage her up." He says, throwing Keeyan a first aid kit.

"Alright. Dr. Keeyan to the rescue, sit down." He says, coaxing me towards my bed.

"Let me see the injury madame." He says in a fake French accent. I shake my head, laughing as I offer him my arm.

"See! There we go! There's a real smile." He says triumphantly. "You're such a dork." Emery says, shaking his head at Keeyan.

"I'm okay with that." He shrugs, going into the first aid kit to grab some bandages. "Stay still alright?" He cautions, looking up at me.

I nod, not saying anything as I catch his gaze. He shoots me a small smile, fastening the bandage on my arm before securing it with some pins.

"We can get someone to look at it when we get back, but we should all get some rest." Keeyan says, looking between Emery and I.
"Where is there to sleep in this place?" Emery asks, his gaze resting on mine. "Well, there is a guest room down the hall." I shrug.

"Well Emery can take the guest room if he wants. I think I should stay here." Keeyan suggests.

"I mean, if that's okay with you." He trails off, causing me to nod.

"Uh, yeah I think that's a good idea." I agree.

"So where is this guest room?" Emery asks, laughing. "Turn right it will be the last door on your right." I say, causing him to nod before leaving.

"I can take the floor." Keeyan says, grabbing a blanket and pillow of the rocking chair in the corner of my room.

I nod, laying down in my bed as Keeyan turns off the light.

I close my eyes tightly, as if trying to physically squeeze all of the bad things out of my brain completely.

My father is dead, gone forever. I am not safe, someone tried to kill me tonight. I would be dead if it weren't for a stranger and a guy who isn't apparently just a super hero from my dreams.

My new fate is a lot to handle at only 16 years old.

I feel myself start to tear up as a sob echoes out of my throat.

I hear Keeyan let out a sympathetic sigh before his footsteps are approaching me.

He sits himself on the bed, wrapping his arms around me before pulling me close to him.

I feel the blanket slide up around my shoulders as Keeyan tucks it tightly around me.

My head lays over his chest, the constant beating of his heart soothing me further.

"Just get some sleep." He whispers, rubbing my back as I continue to cry.

"I've got you..."