The Eidolon of Godwyn

Chapter Four

"You're not done yet. No-no, you can rise again."

There was a muttering that came to his senses first, followed by a loud ringing. His head hurt and everything was bright. A white light enveloped him, escorting him back to the land of the conscience, it was aggravating really.

"You're not done yet." The voice came again, but it sounded more as though it was speaking to itself than him.

"Wh-what" Ossie finally managed.

"Your alive at last. You're not done?"

"Who are you?"

"Are you closed?" The voice sounded louder, speaking to him as if he was deaf. The light started to fade, and things gradually came into view, the darkness was creeping back. Ossie could feel the pounding in his head start to subside slightly, leaving behind the feeling that he was some child's dreidel.

It was still dark outside, and the rain hadn't let up any either. The only lights where that of the computer towers, and a couple of illuminated monitors. Ossie sat up with some effort and put his hand to his head. The feeling was wet, sticky. His hair was matted with blood. He let out a grunt and scanned meekly from where he sat, searching for the source of the voice. A great discomfort fell upon him when he found it. The figure was small, wearing some kind of dark cloak. He assumed that the being was female, his guess based on the knotted mess spilling out of the hood, which shrouded Its face.

As Ossie looked upon her, a feeling of forlorn  crept upon him. Much like that of the gypsies he'd seen in horror movies. The pair stared at each other for a few moments. The silence was broken as she shuffled towards him. Ossie would have scrambled back himself if he hadn't been so disorientated.

"Are you open?" She spoke at last in a soft voice.

"N-no."

The lady shook her head side to side in a rather aggressive manner. "Too bad."

Ossie flinched, the room filled with light, briefly illuminated. Lightning flashed outside, violently streaking across the sky, spreading like cracking glass. It lasted for only a few brief seconds, but that was all the time that Ossie needed to see it. To see her. It was definitely a girl, surprisingly fair underneath the mop heaped in complete disarray on her head. She appeared young, which he hadn't expected. It was her eyes however that shocked him. They were green, and cloudy, the iris contained a burst of hazel. Her eyes were intense, but It was her stare that unnerved him. It was like that of a wild animal, one that locked its sights on its prey. Ready to lunge at any moment. Wild and unpredictable.

Ossie jumped, as the thunder clapped, residing after the lightning that had brought him that now unwanted glance at this strange girl. She crept closer, kneeling over Ossie, she wasn't tall or intimidating but her presence was discomforting all the same.

"I have a mansion."

Ossie didn't respond, unsure of what she meant, what he was sure of was that she was crazy, and he had to arm himself somehow. He glanced to his left, and saw a stapler laying on the floor a few feet away. Perhaps he could wield it as a weapon. The girl's eyes traced his own looking at the lonely office supply. Than they found his and he froze.

"It's nice." She shrugged. "won't do you a lot of good but if that's what your into." The girl smiled and stood up. Leaving Ossie to tremble slightly, on the floor. He watched as she walked towards the stapler. Her stroll consisting of broken dance moves, as she proceeded along on her course. The girl stopped to do a spin, elegantly balancing on one leg, and then bent, her body parallel to the ground as she reached down for the stapler.