Voices In My Head

Chapter 7; Confrontation

Warning: Some strong language

Jaxon POV:

He watched her sleeping form. It seemed too often she ended up like this. She was most certainly part Keeper. The test proved it. Her world had been so different from his. Her test world was beautiful. Sunlight and meadows. His was some sort of abandoned planet. And he had to admit. She had looked beautiful in that dress. A different sort of beauty. Not human or Keeper. Her own kind of beauty.

" They are intriguing," his grandfather's voice spoke from behind him. He smiled a little. his grandfather was always on time for a deep lecture.

" That's not what I was thinking about," he retorted. His grandfather gave him a disbelieving look, hobbling forward and looking up at him. " Grandfather, you should sit." Jaxon cut him off, running to grab a chair and pulling it to his grandfather. His grandfather reluctantly took a seat before waving his cane around.

" You're blind Jaxon. Very blind. Just like I was when I was younger." Jaxon leaned onto the hospital bed, being careful not to sit on the sleeping Cecile's hand. He sighed a little. He knew what came after this. When his grandfather began one his 'life lessons'. "I know what you saw in her test. What did it mean? Did you stop to think about what it meant?"

" Well, grandfather, I was trying to protect..."

" Bhah," he began waving his cane again and Jaxon began to worry that it was going to become a hazard. "Protect? She fought her fear all by herself. You stopped because you thought she was weak. That the darkness would take her, hmmm?"

" She would have been if not..."

" Then why did you save her? Why not save her when she bruised her ribs?"

" Because...I...."

" Because you think you know what everyone can handle. You'd be surprised how strong humans are. Especially this one. Take a good look at her, boy, or you'll regret it." At that, his grandfather stood and began to walk away but stopped again.

" You've had a rough childhood, boy. I know it's partly my fault. Don't let a good friendship die before they can start." His grandfather began to hobble away and then he was gone, with Jaxon gaping at where he had been. Sometimes his grandfather was too blunt. He turned back to the human. Or half human. She wasn' t that beautiful, not compared to the rest of the Keepers. He wondered if she was telepathic. He doubted it, he would've felt it. He tilted his head, leaning a bit closer. He face was gaunt and her skin a light brown. Her nose was a little too big but he knew if she opened her eyes he'd meet chocolate brown. He had seen people with brown eyes before but hers were different. They gave away everything. Fear, anger, joy. He could see everything in those eyes. But she was still just another girl...

What had his grandfather meant? Suddenly a shriek cut through the air and someone forehead slammed into his. He yelped falling off the bed and onto the cold tile floor. He groaned and stood fast, rubbing his slightly sore head. Cecile was now awake, and glaring at him. If she wasn't half human and he wasn't himself he might've shrunk away.

" What the hell, Jax?" His eyebrows arched when he heard her nickname. She flushed a little. No one had ever called him Jax but his grandfather and....no one dared.

"Jax?"

" What?" she snapped. Her eyes darted around the room. He smirked, her eyes never lied.

" You can call me that."

" Why am I here?"

" You fainted."

" Thanks. When do I leave."