after unlocked: a sokeefe fanfic

Chapter 11-Sophie

His eyes.

"Run." But as she watched, they darkened, shifted until they were red as blood.

She couldn't run.

"Run."

She couldn't run.

"RUN."

Her mouth opened to scream, but no sound escaped.

"There is no escape," the boy said, his voice no longer familiar.

No longer comforting.
A snake's hiss.

She should've ran.

***

She bolted upright. She stared around the slowly lightening room, the sunrise casting a pink glow around it.

"Foster?"

Sophie whipped around to see Keefe sitting up, watching her. As she looked, his mouth split into a yawn.

"You okay? Your emotions are going wacko."

She tried to ignore his worried, albeit sleepy, expression, and changed the subject. "You can feel them?"

"Uh huh." Keefe stood up and promptly tripped over his pillows. He stumbled over to her. Rubbing his eyes, he sat down on her bed next to her.

"I would give you a breeze, but..." He held up his hands, "You know. Trying not to find out what happens if I get out of control."

Sophie hugged her knees to her chest, trying to dispel the image of the red eyes on Keefe's face.

The black veins running up his face.

And those shadows.

All those shadows.

"Do you want to tell me?"

She shook her head. "Not right now."

It was too fresh.

And Keefe was talking normally now. She didn't want to worry him with a dream about him.

Didn't want him to stop.

"I'm fine, Keefe." She told him.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." She smiled wanly at his sleepy face. "You should go back to bed. I think I'm just gonna get up and take a shower."

Keefe looked around. "What time is it?"

Sophie squinted at the sunrise. "I'd say about five."

Keefe looked horrified. "Five?! Do you usually get up this early?"

She shrugged, glad that the images were fading into the back of her consciousness. Glad that she could almost laugh at his horror. "Sometimes."

He stood up, muttering, "Five. You're crazy, Foster."

Sophie stood up, going to her closet to grab some clothes so she could shower.

She shut the door gently and cranked the hot water.

After her long shower, Sophie tiptoed past Keefe and sat back on her bed. Apparently, Flori had already snuck in and made it.
Sophie reached over to her nightstand and found her moonlark memory log, when she happened to glance over at Keefe.

His eyes were still closed, his mouth parted slightly. A lock of hair fell on his forehead. He looked so much more peaceful, much younger without his smirk on display. A corner of his mouth curved upwards, as if he was smiling in his sleep.