The Golem of Nightshade

Chapter 9

    The next morning, Brantley had to go into work at the hospital. Kerra descided to sketch while he was at work. It gave her less time to think about dark things (That's how  she thought about things that upset her), and it forced her to pour out that emotion with a pencil and not a blade. As she filled in his hair, she heard a light tap at her window. Looking  up, she say yet another strange creature  that looked  exactly like a human only it had teal skin. She sighed, seriously tired of being shocked. One of these times, she was going to have a panic attack. She tucked her pencil into her hair and shuffled to the window.

   "What?" she barked, scaring the poor creature so badly it jumped.

   "I-I just thought you could use more of an explanation," the creature squeaked. Kerra looked at it closer and noticed light, silvery wings arching off the girl's back.

    "Wait, are you the pixie that shot me?" she asked warily.

    "Y-yes. I came to apologize and explain. I-if that's alright with you of course!" she spluttered. The poor thing looked terrified.

   "Yeah, sure," Kerra pulled the window the rest of the way open and helped her in, "so, what's your name?"

   "Ayo. And you are?"

   "I'm Kerra. Now that we're acquainted, why did you shoot me?" she asked, trying  not to sound too annoyed.

   "Well, you see,  there's this boy who's been visiting the forest for a couple months.  He didn't seen to be a threat at first, but I stumbled upon a trap near where he'd been sitting. My instinct when I saw another human was too shoot! I'm very, very sorry!" as she told her story Kerra began to realize just what she was talking to. It dawned on her that every creature she had talked to shouldn't exist. 

   "I-it's alright. We should talk about this more another time, I'm not feeling so well right now." having years of practice, she managed to get the pixie out of the house before she completely fell apart. She sunk to the ground with her head in her hands, her head raging with questions and creatures. How was she supposed to process this? She had barely managed to wrap her head around her normal life!  In shock, she simply curled into a ball and layed on the floor.

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   Around five hours later, Brantley came home to find the door unlocked and his girlfriend curled up in a ball on the carpeting of the front hall. Knowing her story, he feared the worst. He ran to her side and checked for a pulse. Thankfully, she had one, but her eyes were rolled up in the back of her head. She seemed to be unconcious. It was little bit unsettling, but he knew how to handle this.  Cradling Kerra in his  arms, he walked slowly and carefully into the living room and set her on her cushion, propping her head up on a TARDIS shaped pillow. He kept her turned on her side in case she choked on her own spit. That would be bad. All he could do now was hope and pray she would wake up. He turned on the TV and found tha her favorite DVDs, Sherlock, were just sitting next to it. Popping in season one, he settled next to her and waited.

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   Half way into the second episode, Brantley heard a groan from behind him. Kerra had woken up and was turning unto her stomach. She tried to ask him a question, but it was muffled by the cushion so it sounded more like "Mo hou hike perlock moo?". He laughed that strange boyish giggle and turned her over.

   "What was that?" he asked her, smiling teasingly.

   "I said, you like Sherlock too?"

  "I'd never really heard about it before, but you seem to enjoy it. I thought I'd watch a couple episodes." as he said this, she laughed really hard and then laughed harder at the confused look on his face.

   "You do not simply watch a couple episodes of Sherlock. There is a reason I have built a shrine to the BBC in my bedroom. This show  is addicting. There's also the fact that there's only six episodes."

   "WHAT?!"

   "I know, to be a Sherlockian is to know true suffering." she giggled and settled  back down on her cushion. As much as Brantley was enjoying this, he needed to know why he had found her passed out on the carpet.

  "Okay, I hate to ruin the mood, but why were you passed out on the floor when I got home?" he blurted out. She sighed but told him  everything. She even told him the story about the boy.

   "I don't think the boy set the trap." he said, thinking out loud.

   "Why not?"

   "None of the creatures showed themselves to him. If he hadn't seen them, why would he  set a trap?"

   "I see your point. It has to be something supernatural then." as she thought she realized what time it was.

   "We should probably get to bed, you have work tomorrow." silent and focused on figuring this out, they trudged up the stairs toward their respective bedrooms