The Keepers' Evil

Sixteen: There you are

Song- Daylight: David Kushner

"There YOU are."

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A month ago in Feldcroft:

"Madeleine, I want you to go. Take Anne with you." Ominis' voice was held to Madeleine in a slow, rather dangerous, growl, and the way he looked at her was like holding a glowing lantern in a very dark room; it's only bright enough to see what's obvious and right in front of you. Ominis was hiding me, shielding her, using himself, as if he knew that her eyes were made of precious glass that would shatter at the sight of me.

"What, no-" Madeleine had always hidden the rebellion amongst her words, and uncovering it had been like trying to decipher morse code, but unravelling the secret that was Madeleine had been my world's greatest obstacle, yet my universe's brightest star.

"Now, Madeleine." Only Ominis could have bound her in an instruction so fierce, yet held her hands in a restraint so soft. Only Ominis.

Ominis stayed in place whilst Madeleine shuffled around us both. My eyes followed her, longing for just a second to meet hers in our pupils' regurgitated pattern of holding one another. But she never looked back, and had I known just how important that last look would've been, I would've worked harder for it. For her.

Ominis' body was turned away, and it felt as though his mind had shut me out completely. The breath in his chest crackled slightly, as though he didn't want to breathe until he heard the door click shut behind Anne and Madeleine.

"Sebastian," his thick heels clinked on the floor as he stepped towards me, slowly, each stride menacing as the ground seemed to connect with the indignation he felt.

"Do you see yet? Do you see how you simply cannot control yourself? Do you see how every time you decide to scream blindly at her, at me, that you're pushing her further and further away from you?" I wondered if a whisper hurt more than a shout because a whisper spoke curses to the soul, but a shout just lingered in the eardrums of someone who wasn't really listening in the first place.

I watched a single tear, maybe two, creep down his painfully flushed cheeks, and if Ominis had been able to see, he would've seen the moment I realised that those tears opened a gateway to a world of emotions he didn't dare voice. Both Ominis and Madeleine's souls had gravestones, gravestones that each headed a forgotten pneuma that was riddled with a disease called trauma. Those graves only had one visitor each, and it was each other. Madeleine and Ominis would never admit that they spent their days sobbing on their knees at the graves of what could've been.

"I won't lose her like I've lost everyone else, I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe, Ominis, and I will not let her-"

"This is your problem, Sebastian. You cannot just control people to do what you want! Believe me, I'd rather she didn't do this either, but the choice is that you either do this with her or she does it alone."

Control was too key of a word, a key that unlocked a chest of turmoil instead of treasure in Ominis' life. He had given over his control to a perilous surname the day he was born, he had been stripped of a life of choosing his own path when he was slapped with the name that too many knew.

For Madeleine, control looked like everyone. Her mind couldn't play a simple game of spot the difference between people that looked like her father and people that looked like us. She simply couldn't circle the good and the bad because everything looked distorted and if it did look good, it would one day become clouded and tear her apart. Maybe the only one who's hands didn't look like a threat was Ominis. Only Ominis.