Monday, October 10, 2005

   The Keeper of secrets chapter 2...and things get a little more intresting. remember spread the whispers
‘I will be you final sight,

Search for me beyond candles light.’

Slowly Jasper fell into his nightmare. He walked around in his mind, yet it was an unfamiliar place. The ground in front of him blurred, Jasper stepped out into the open smog that shrouded the atmosphere. Having difficulty drawing breath his breathing got heavier. But so did another breathing. Spinning to the direction of the panting he came face to face with a large stone grave. Celtic knots entwined around into a cross, but this wasn’t what troubled Jasper. Instead his eyes where fixed upon the creature that sat upon it.. It hissed as there eyes met, its tongue an eyeless serpent emerged from its mouth. The Demon blinked and several eyelids fluttered, its skin bore a bronzed texture and colouring. This ran to its barbed tail, which at the moment was flexing and snapping in a scissor like action. It spoke in a foreign tongue which sounded harsh to the ear but was understandable. ‘My Lord grows inpatient heir. I suggest you don’t keep him waiting too long, there may be...consequences’, As it sniggered Jaspers sense of smell was over whelmed by a reek of molten flesh and rotting carcass.
‘What the hell are you on about? Who is this thing? ‘ The questions burst out of Jasper. ‘Hell! Your mortal ignorance amuses me. And I would not disrespect the Keeper in such a manner again. Your questions will be answered in time. Try to stay alive, for now. The Master has big plans for you!’ The demon chuckled as it was in-cased in a yellow flame. Yet it remained on the spot. ‘What is the meaning of this? Why can’t I leave here? You what have you done?’ The demon burst into a bight light and slowly burned from the inside.
Jasper jumped as he returned to his body, the light from the window stung his eyes. He Ran across his room as his chest bore flame. The feathers of the dream catcher scorched his skin as he ripped it from his body. Opening the window he threw it as far as he could, but by the time it reached the ground it had already burnt up. ‘Holy crap!’ he began blaspheming aloud.
‘Quite different actually’, Jasper jumped to a familiar voice as Matthew sat at the chair on the end of his bed. No mater how long he had known him he would never get used to that. It was now well into the day and Matthew took note of what he had seen. Looking at the charred dream catcher in the yard Matthew laughed ‘I take it you will be needing another one of those. It appears that this maybe a little more serious that we...I mean I first assumed.’ His tone was agitated. Quickly Matthew cut the tension ’What did you say this creature was called again?’
Jasper was drained from the experience and wearily replied ‘Master, Lord...The Keeper that’s about it.’ Matthew studied the air for a moment, lost in his thoughts. ‘The Keeper, where have I heard your name before? I can’t recall’. He looked at his friend who could barely move. Pulling a vile from within his jacket he handed it to his friend.
‘Here drink this and you will have a dreamless sleep. Other wise you will be useless tonight. And enjoy it when you can, those remedies are hard to come by’. Not questioning his authority Jasper immediately drunk the tonic. It was slick and rushed down his gullet easily. The taste was horrendous. The only comparison he could make in his imagination was blending regurgitated vegetables. Yuck, nothing on the planet should be aloud to taste this vile he thought .The effect did not take long to kick in, Jasper was out before he reached his bed, collapsing upon the small beanbag on the floor. Seconds in his mind had passed when he awoke. The light no long tormented his eyes as there was little of it. It was now dusk as Jasper snuck out the back door to avoid his parents gaze.
Five minutes walk ended to the sight of his friends, waiting for him beneath the park public wooden roofed platform. He could just see them in the dim light, but he had no need to as he could hear Anglia from the gate entrance. She was moaning as to how Matthew never changed his clothes and had no sense of self hygiene. Jasper was used to their bickering, its what keeps them friends. Musing to himself He approached the conversation. ’Ain’t it Jasper? Tell him’ She pleaded to him. ‘Ye sure whatever. What we all here for anyway?’ Jasper came to the sudden realization. ‘To finally find out what has been plaguing your thoughts of course, follow me.’ Wondering if it was going to be one of his freaky ritual thingy's they hesitatingly followed.
As they approached the cemetery Anglia caught a hold of Jaspers arm. ‘We have to go in there...at night’ she moaned.
Matthew turned to catch her eyes, as she lifted her head from leaning on Jaspers shoulder. ‘Not scared are you?’ His voice was cold and mocking. Insulted by this she dramatically pressed past him dragging Jasper behind her, who was currently trying to catch a hold of the railing shouting, ‘Yes, Yes I am! Now can I stay...Pleeeeeease!’.
Entering a crypt, after prying Jaspers hands from the gate, they walked into an eerie atmosphere. The stone graves echoed the harsh cold that consumed the room. They approached the central tomb, it was decorated with angels and demons. The pictures were lit by the full moon, which lit the room through the hexagonal hole in the ceiling.
‘We are here, come and help me set up, we don’t have long’, Matthews voice cut the tension in the room. If anything lived then it certainly knew they where here now. Jasper helped Matthew and Anglia place candles around the room. Cobwebs clung to their hair as they moved. This place hadn’t been disturbed for a long time as the sea of dust at their feet indicated. The hairs stuck up on the back of Jaspers neck as he placed the last candle and took out the lighter. He turned around and found that his eyes locked with Anglia’s. There was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and went back to lighting the candles.
The room eliminated somewhat as transcripts appeared on the walls. Matthews eyes lighted up. Not knowing what he had in store Jasper brace himself for the worst. A small bowl was now placed on the tomb and next to it a dagger. Also there was some new scents as the candles burned. Rosemary was the strongest.
‘I am ready to begin, lie down on the tomb’, Declared Matthew.
‘On the tomb, on top of some dead guy? By the stair you are giving me I take that's a yes’, Jasper moaned before climbing on the giant stone Alter. Matthew stood at his head and Anglia was by his arm, she grabbed his hand and smiled down on him. Her eyes glowed brighter than the moon to her side, he could read her mind like a book. She was worried.
‘I’ll be alright’, he assured her. She moved backwards and Matthew approached him. The wind in the chamber picked up and the dust circulated the room. The dust vortex exited through the roof, at the command of Matthews chanting, reviling a large hieroglyphic casting circle on the floor. The glyphs started to glow and the essence from the candles Hazed the air around Jasper. He fell into a deep trance. Matthew chanted louder as Jaspers body began to spasm. Then came a moment of stillness. Anglia who was previously screaming was silenced with the rest of the room. It had worked!

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