Awoken

Keeper of Thy Secrets

   It had been two solid days since I'd heard anything. Meals were delivered at the same time, 3:32 p.m. on the dot. No more whispers howled, even at night. It had only been on the third day that I decided to take a chance and try to meet this Keeper.
  I stand, facing the hospital door as if barring for an embrace, waiting on them to knock. 3:30~ I can feel my heart racing. 3:31~ my palms dampen with sweat. 3:32~ I take in a deep breath. There's a knock. Then another. "Keeper?" I call out, nervously. My voice cracks causing me to trail off.
   "Keeper, I need some answ-" I'm cut off when I see the handle move slightly. At that very moment, I could hear and feel things I couldn't before. The room was more silent than I had ever known quietness to be.
   A high~pitched beeping sound goes off almost like a text message tone. "I am Keeper." A girl with white hair, braided long on one side and shaved on the other, enters. Her skin is riveting with a slightly green color matched with one blue eye. The other~ well, it looks as if to have been shot out and sewn back up. "Hi.." She says smiling with beautiful, full lips vibrant with a tint of pink.
   I am speechless. I look down over her time and time again. She seemed to be used to it. She pulls at her hospital scrubs, "You have just met me. You are not aware." She says with a slight accent. I blink.
   "Of what..?" My voice is quite and my words stumble into existence. She takes a second before responding, setting two fingers to her temple and leaning her head down. There's another beeping sound~
   "You have been called here- to fight." Her shimmering blue eye flashes up at me.
   "Fight? I can't fight! I'm so weak from the car accident, and plus I'm just a scrawny gamer boy who can't figure out how to get past the last quest on Skyrim! What in the hell could I fight?"
   She flinches at my language, "I'm sorry." I mutter, rubbing my neck, "I'm seventeen; I just got in a car accident, and I wanna talk to my family. I was never meant to fight- I'm not even strong." I flex, revealing a slightly toned-potato of muscle.
   "You- your name?" She mumbles scanning my face.
   "It's Tristan Matthew. Yours?"
    Her eye looks down then flicks back up; in a solid, yet worried, tone she speaks these words: "I am Keeper." She makes contact with my eyes, then says: "Now you are fighter."
   The lights flicker; Keeper bites her lip and hops in place. "What is it..?" I ask, grasping my IV.
   "Himm.." The lights cut out- she locks the door, "Corner, with me, now!" She grabs my arm literally yanking me into the corner. She throws a blanket over me as well as rip out the IV and place it near the bed. I gasp so I don't let out a yell of pain. It felt like she's torn something. I close my eyes listening to her footsteps. Then the voices start.
   "Where?" It hisses, "boy in blue- my FIGH~TER. Where- where he!" What was Keeper doing out there- whatever this thing is had to have been dangerous, and why did it want me?
   Her voice calls out into a swirling wind that filled every room- it sounded as if a girl were speaking against a tornado- "He is dead! We discarded of his body!"
   "HOW?" The howling voice demanded. I peer outside the blanket; Keeper is standing, looking up at a tall, dark figure. He's got no features, and his figure is a smudge of pitch-black standing around nine feet tall. His words are transcribed into the wind he carries, "Fighter- not. DEAD! LIAR! LIAR!!" A long, blurry arm reaches its way for Keeper, lifting her by her neck.
   A rush of energy runs through me, and my face reddens with madness- "ENOUGH!" I yell throwing off the blanket. "Put. Her. Down!" I bare my teeth as an angry dog would. "She's done nothing to you!"
   His shadow cocks and angles itself to me, "Fighter.." It hums in the wind maliciously, "Fighter.." It's voice grows louder until it chants this word.
   "Enough-" I grab the IV, flipping it over my head and slamming it against Himm. "AWAY!" It drops Keeper, again breaking bulbs in the ceiling raining down more sparks. She recovers for a second, laying in a piled heap, until she looks up to see Himm closing in on me, pulling me up the wall, spreading my arms to a cross formation. He leans in only inches from my face- "Regret." He howls. "Regret."