Wednesday, October 5, 2005

   Keeper chapter one. Sorry for delay
Keeper Of Secrets


‘Eyes that haze with death of night,

Sustaining on fears bite.’


“The eyes... no don’t, please don’t....no ahhhh!” Jasper screamed aloud as he sat bolt upright. ‘He’ was still there, watching him, he knew it. Those eyes, eyes that burn through the soul of a man. No-one can escape them. The sweat ran down his forehead. But who was he? What did he want with me? Shivering he took a look at the clock to the side of his bed- 2:00am- he was tired and wanted to sleep. But He didn’t dare. He’ll get me there. No, this was going to be another in a long string of sleepless nights.

A few hours later and he made his way downstairs passing his mum. “Wow you look rough, did you sleep well?” I can’t tell her, Nightmares are what little kids have. Not 17 year old boys. “ Thanks. I went to sleep late that’s all”.

Ending the conversation he grabbed a pop-tart on the way out, fleeing to the refuge of under the bridge. He had no need to go to school now-days as he felt that he had already wasted his education. He did keep contact with the friends he had, here came some of them now in-fact.

Two dark clothed people appeared at the passage under the bridge, one girl and one boy. Anglia wore a dark lacy top with a purple/black skirt to match. Typical of her Jasper thought. Then there was Matthew, he was of a rounder build and had a leather coat on that caped round to the bottom of his feet. If anyone would listen to him it would be them. “Another rough night?” queried Anglia.

In a sardonic tone Jasper replied “How did you guess?”.

“Because I’ve seen smoother badgers arses” chuckled Matthew.

“You said it not me!” replied Jasper laughing.

Jasper explain to them his latest dream, then he told them what it said to him. They must have though that he was going mad. Anglia went into her bag and pulled out a small book. It had a pentagram on it and was decorated with ivy leaves. The thick cover was weighty to the hand. Anglia handed Jasper the book, he opened the pages and flicked through it.

“Its empty!” he exclaimed. Anglia tutted at him. “Well duh! Its so you can write down about this thing that's messing with your head. See if there is a pattern and that”, He nodded in affirmation as Matthew placed his hand deep within the well of his leather jacket. He removed his hand to reveal a small dream catcher. It was bound on a leather chain and coiled into a golden web. It bore six eagle feathers, each one unique in colour. “Here this should help. They do work, dream catchers aren't just a myth” Jasper put one hand on Matthews shoulder and smiled, taking the mystical protection he thanked his friend. If anyone was to know about that type of thing it would be him. Weirdo.

A while after bidding his friends goodbye Jasper found himself nodding off in the old library in town. He felt himself being shook awake, as he turned to complain and was startled to find no-one there. A bit spooked he got up and went to approach the receptionist... except she was nowhere to be found either. This was weird he thought to himself, where am I? Then it kicked in. He froze. Jasper was in the eyes of the nightmare. He could not see any of the mortals in the room, save for one. The image in front of him distorted. Jasper approached the one human, where did he know that face from. He screamed inside, it was his own face, the eyes could see him. “Move!” he screamed at himself “Move!”. He struck out as he emptied into his body, ripping at the cold air in-front of him with his fist. Jaspers knuckles froze over, jumping from his seat he ran down the isle. It was hot on his heels.

He was awake now, so why was it still there?!? The thing had found him and now was chasing him. The pile of books to his right crashed down. Leaping over the pages Jasper continued to run. Having an idea he turned a sharp left and dived into the closest row of books. The thing perused him. Grabbing a big thick book to his right he opened the pages to the centre. ‘It’ screamed and the air in front of him rippled with an electrical burning. “Ahhhh!” the small outline of the beast humanoid wailed in pain. It was being ripped in to pieces in front of Jasper. “He waaaants you...Master neeeeds you ahhhh!” and it cremated. Wondering what the hell just happened Jasper looked down the side of the book before him. The title upon it read ‘The Holy Bible’. Trying to make sense of what just happened he looked at the time. It was late now so he walked to the front desk. The receptionist looked oddly at him as he checked out the big blue book.

Jasper promised himself that he would never bin a Jehovah witness leaflet again. Strange things where at work, he ventured to his hang out at the park. Dusk was fast approaching. He waited as usual for his friends, strangely he found himself inclined to write, removing the book of shadows from his bag he started to scribble. By the time Matthew and Anglia arrived he had finished recording the unusual events. Jasper told them what happened. Anglia looked quite sinically about what happened, Matthew just nodded as if recalling everything in great detail. Matthew seemed to be sweating some what. He pulled a small leather bound book from his pouch at his side. Unwrapping it he turned to a specific page. ”Where do you find those things?” Anglia asked. Jasper leapt forward at the sight of the little creature resembling the thing that had attacked him. “That’s the thing that I told you about...but I didn’t get to see it all...just an outline” his tone was frantic. Matthew explained to them that the laws of the ‘demon’ plain do not allow them to cross to their plain. “This means that they can only get so close. Thus you could not see it, but it can influence objects i.e. the falling books“. Wondering where he got all of this from Jasper just sat there and squinted at his friend until he laughed. “Ok their is one more thing that I can try. Meet me here tomorrow at dusk.”

The three friends departed. Returning home Jasper yawned aloud and sat at his bed trying to stay awake, with little success. His floor was now littered with disposable coffee cups. He slowly entered delirium and nodded off.


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