I was smearing blood against the wall like graffiti as I climbed the steps of the stairs one at a time. I only had two steps left before I made it to the first landing. I tried to lift my leg up to one of the steps but failed miserably. Another shot of pain went through my chest. My legs buckled and I sank down onto the stairs. The axe I was holding clanked on the steps and echoed throughout the stairwell. I used my free arm to put pressure on the four deep diagonal cuts on my chest while my right arm held onto the support bar of the stairs. My breathing was beginning to get shallow. I could taste blood in my mouth as I swallowed hard. I closed my eyes shut and held in the pain of reality.
“Come on…Sydney.” I grunted to myself. “You’re…better than this…” Somewhere deep inside me I found the strength to lift myself up from the stairs. I grabbed the axe and gritted my teeth in pain as I lumbered up to the landing. I reached for the door handle and turned it.
Upon further analyzing the door I realized that it wasn’t even the First Level. It was the janitor’s closet. I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. I leaned back against the wall beside the door and exhaled. I opened my eyes and peered towards the stairs that led up to the actual First Floor door and shook my head.
“Bitch couldn’t have given me an elevator, could she?” I asked myself as I lumbered over towards the next set of stairs.
From my guess it took me at least thirty minutes to get up those sets. Needless to say I did it and was now standing in front of the door to the first floor.
It read: FIRST FLOOR – ARTIFACT ROOM
I lazily leaned onto the door and twisted the knob. The door opened slowly and revealed a pitch black room. I lumbered into the door frame and felt the wall for a light switch. While standing in the frame I felt the switch but my finger tips couldn’t push it up. I grunted in annoyance and swiped the axe upwards alongside the wall. The lights came on instantly and I stared into the room in amazement.
Scattered throughout the room were glass cases that held artifacts from every place on the planet. There were Egyptian spears, British swords, guns of all ages and sizes, and even rocks with scripture on them. It was truly a remarkable sight to behold.
“Enjoying the view?” The familiar British accent took me by surprise. I turned to my left and saw Nathan stretched on a medieval platform by his wrists and ankles. His shirt was torn off and his pale chest was riddled with stab wounds. His face had become almost unrecognizable. It was swollen and gave a distinct color of dark blue around his left eye. It was obvious he had been tortured. “Please don’t tell you’re the one who is supposed to be saving me.”
“Not likely.” I said feeling a little discouraged to finally find out that Demetrius and Sarah were not the ones Catherine were keeping hostage. “I’m supposed to save the people I actually care about.”
“Oh but you do care about him Sydney…” A soft female voice whispered into my ear. “I can see it deep down in your black heart.”
I turned around in a paranoid state. I could hear the voice but I couldn’t see the women making it. “Who are you?” I asked forcefully.
There was a series of laughter that came from more than one person. I could hear the soft female voice chuckling but I could also hear at least three more laughs along with her.
“We go by many names…” Another female voice replied. This voice had more power to it. Almost like a drill sergeant.
“But mainly we go by the keepers…” This time it was a male voice that replied. He sounded young. He was probably about my age.
“Keepers of what?” I asked as I gripped the handle of the axe in my hand once again. All of a sudden the door to the room slammed behind me.
“Keeper of the Winds…”
I heard a searing noise as if something was frying. Soon after, Nathan began screaming in pain.
“BLOODY HELL! What was that?!” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders in response.
“Keeper of the Fires…” This was said by the stronger female voice.
The ground beneath me began to shake slightly. The slight shaking turned into a small earthquake that nearly knocked my already weak body to the ground.
“Keeper of the Earth…” This was a totally new male voice that sounded deep and demanding. His words boomed throughout the room.
“And…” The voice came from across the room. My eyesight was not as good as it usually was but there was no mistaking the slim figure with ocean blue hair wearing a weird light blue garment sitting on the old Egyptian throne behind the restricted red rope. “The Keeper of the Waters.” As he said his name the other three people showed themselves as well. There was a tall woman with long white hair that wore white garments, a man with no hair wearing brown garments, and a younger female with dark skin and long black hair wearing red garments. Each of them looked at me with death in their eyes.
“Are you four the Power Rangers or something?” Nathan asked after a brief awkward silence.
“No, idiot.” I said as I stared down the one on the throne. “They’re Mother Nature’s Children.”
“Who the hell is that?” He asked.
“Honestly! How is it that a supernatural being doesn’t know about the other supernatural beings in the world? Do you guys think it’s nothing but Vampires out there?” I asked in annoyance. Nathan tilted his head in thought.
“No. There’s Werewolves too.” He said sarcastically. I glared at him and shook my head.
“Besides your clueless friend, Sydney, you are correct. We are indeed the Children of Mother Nature herself.” The Keeper of Waters admitted with a sly smile. “How is it that you know about us?”
“The Ambient.” I said plainly. The four of them became giddy with joy as I said so.
“The Ambient? Well I knew we were popular in the supernatural world but I didn’t think that we were important enough to be studied in The Ambient of all places.” The keeper of the wind said softly with excitement.
“Oh you’re not popular.” I reassured. “We just used to joke about how Mother Nature was a hooker and had sex with Father Time which produced deformed quadruplets.”
All of their mouths dropped in shock. The Keeper of Water was shaking with anger as he stood up from the throne. “How dare you insult the very people that keep this world in balance?” His voice had gotten a lot deeper and his eyes became bright blue. He took a deep breath and sat back down in the seat. “No matter, you’re soon to meet your demise anyway.” He snapped his fingers once and The Keeper of the Fires stepped down and stood a few feet in front of me. Her smile was nothing but pure evil and her eyes were a mix between red and orange.
“So you think you know the story of our Mother?” She asked seductively. Her hair caught fire along with her arms and legs but the blaze wasn’t burning her skin. “Let me enlighten you on how it really happened!”
In the blink of an eye she was charging towards me like a roman candle on the Fourth of July.