THE GUARDIANS Chapter 9: Dark Memories Part 1 + SUBMIT A VILLAIN!
Posted July 20th, 2016 by Codename-X12
in a secret bunker finishing the Guardians
Sorry I haven't done a chapter in a while. The series isn't going to be ended of course! But I'm working on something else right now (it's almost done), and then I'll have the chapters cranking again. THANKS FOR THE AWESOME SUPPORT TOO!
CHAPTER 9: DARK MEMORIES PART 1
I fell back on my bed where I had been sitting, stunned. Brandon was my name! Somehow it seemed unattached to me, distant, as if it belonged to a stranger.
A buried memory flickered into my mind. The screams, as always, but now, I could remember more. Gunshots, dozens in rapid succession. Then another scream, louder and more pained than the others, and a piercing sizzling sound. The scream faded. I grasped mentally at the memory, trying to uncover more, but it faded as quickly as the scream.
I snarled and whipped my pillow across the room in rage, aiming at a lamp atop a desk. The lamp tipped and shattered on the floor, spraying glass everywhere. I could hear faint scurrying outside the door as if some servant tidying up outside my room had retreated at the sound.
A minute later the door opened and Luna Palamara peered in. Her usually chest length caramel hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore jeans and a bright yellow T-shirt.
"Are you okay, Dark?" she asked.
"Don't call me that!" I yelled, my anger getting the best of me. She stared at me. "Sorry," I murmured a minute later. She had been kind to me when not many people had, and this was how I repaid her?
"You throwing a fit in here?" Luna asked. Usually if people dared to talk to me, the fear was evident in their voice, but Luna spoke with complete confidence approaching me. She rolled her wheelchair a few feet into the room and stopped. Seeing my stricken face and the smashed lamp, she asked, "Found something?"
"My name is Brandon Lorensten," I said slowly, as if saying it would make it official. "My family was murdered nine years ago and I was kidnapped." Luna's brown eyes opened wide.
"I'm sorry," she said after a minute. Even though she was so self-possessed and cool even in the face of danger, I realized that she could be very sympathetic as well. Then she rolled out of the room in her wheelchair and left me to my feelings.
I returned to the forgotten laptop on my bed and checked the archives for the promised follow-up articles. There were none, so apparently nothing had been found in the investigations that had warranted an update. Closing the laptop and setting it on the desk, I lowered myself off the bed and into my wheelchair, cursing at the object as pain flickered up my leg for a moment.
I pressed a button on the armrest of the wheelchair that controlled the smart functions of the mansion. A door leading to the expansive balcony opened by itself a few feet away. I rolled out of the room, the lights turning off automatically behind me.
The front property of the mansion was wreathed in golden sunlight like it had been lit on fire. Long shadows stretched from the trees across the yard like grasping fingers. Usually I didn't like staying outside during the day and avoided it when possible, but today I didn't mind for the view.
The pathes of the private gardens stretched before me like a labyrinth, the rows of exotic flowers blending together into solid patches lining the walk. Burbling streams wove in and out of the garden and among trees and bushes like the thread of a weaver. Every hundred yards or so a large fountain sat, water washing over it in its race to reach the stone basin at its bottom.
I could see squads of gardeners spread out across the expanse, trimming the already-perfect trees and hedges. From up here on the enormous balcony they looked like tiny ants working busily.
Every minute the brilliant blazing ball of light that was the sun sank deeper and deeper into the horizon like a boat sinking slowly into an enormous black sea. The dozens of gardeners began heading back toward the house, clutching their hoes, trimmers, and shovels. And I turned around and headed back for my room, the door swinging open as if to beckon me back inside.
I tossed and turned hours later in bed, unable to find rest. My thoughts were a jumbled, twisted mess. Am I really Brandon Lorensten? Somehow it seemed unlikely. It was so weird to finally know my name that I didn't really know what to make of it. And my thoughts kept straying to when Luna had called me Dark. The first time she had I had been too occupied with my leg wounds to give her much attention. But when she had called me that now, I remembered.
Only one other person had ever called me that. My only other friend. And she had died years ago.
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