Several henchmen roughly forced Eve down a long corridor. "Where are you taking me?" She struggled against the seemingly invisible binds.
"Please do not fight us, Guardian. We will not harm you if we can help it." One of the henchmen muttered.
"How comforting." She grumbled.
Eve took in all details she could. She noticed the smooth frosted glass walls. Low lights on the floor illuminated silhouettes on the other sides of the glass. As the passed, Eve could make out slightly brighter lights within the walls of the many rooms they passed. She guessed they too were monitor rooms. She had no idea what they wanted with her, but she knew how to gather intel. Her other thoughts rested on her librarians. These lunatics could be doing anything to them. Her chest clenched at the thought of failing them.
She looked behind her, as the corridor faded into darkness over her shoulder. It was is it disappeared from existence as the walked. Dread flooded her as she thought of the worst possible situations she would find herself in.
The came to a large green worn wooden door, with a large eye shaped lock on the front.
"In here." One of the henchmen said.
Inside was a dazzling bright room. She squinted at the brightness, and rubbed her eyes, surprised to find whatever bound her was no longer there. About to turn around to speak to her capturers, but Eve found she was quite alone.
She tried to take in everything she could and gasped audibly as she found herself suspended in midair. She leapt back out of instinct, but found it was simply the floor and the walls that was glass, creating an optical illusion. Relieved she wouldn't fall to her doom, she walked carefully around searching for seams or any kind of fixture she could get a fix on, but there were none.
'Come on, come on….think" She muttered to herself. Certain she was being watched somehow, she scanned the area for some kind of camera lens or screen, anything that would indicate a surface.
Growing frustrated she ran her hand through her hair, and realized she had a hair tie. She swept it form her pony tail, and flicked it in the direction of what she thought would be a wall. When it fell to the floor dead, it had hit something. Eve slowly and with purpose moved her hand across the seemingly invisible surface. She smiled softly. Her training had served her in the past. "This is just like SDT from Special OPs" She muttered. "
She breathed in slowly, trying to take in any sound. She could hear computer servers whirring, she could feel the vibrations - footsteps from booted heels, it suddenly felt cold, almost drafty. The floor no longer felt like glass, but stone. Old stone like cobblestones. She could hear a fire crackling. Her brow furrowed as she now heard the anguished cries of pain from the cruel snap of a whip being ripped over another's back. The indistinguishable small of blood flooded her nostrils, and she recoiled as she smelled … him.
Her eyes snapped open, she discovered herself a dark room, lit with torches and a large long hewn wooden table. Eve's mouth opened in astonishment as it was some sort of ancient torture chamber. Carved deeply into the wood was the mark of the Blind Eye, and at the head of the table sat a large cruel hooded creature. Just visible below its hood was a gnarled cruel grimaced face, and twisted jaw. Its skin a deep tinge of green, and most frighteningly, it smiled at Eve,, through its jagged teeth.
"Caomhnóir" It growled. Guardian.
Eve had no idea what language it was speaking, but that didn't stop her from knowing this was a dangerous situation. She swallowed hard weighing her options.
"Where are my librarians?"
"Na Leabharlannaithe…" The creature seemed to understand her. She knew the creature was not to underestimated, Eve's eyes searched the right quickly for weapons. The Librarian
"Tá tú ag iarraidh teacht orm?" It seemed to be amused. You seek to harm me?
"My librarians! Where are they" She demanded.
"Déanann siad cuardach duit. Déantar luacháil ort." It said with an intrigued cock of its head. They search for you, you are valued.
"What do you want with me?" She remained unsure of the creatures intentions. The sounds of pain and cruelty grew louder deep in caverns beneath them. The sent of death was unmistakably wafting through the room.
"Is tú an coimeádaí eolais." It stood up, and relinquished its hood. "tá a fhios agam Caomhnóir."
You are the keeper of knowledge. Know me Guardian.
Eve stood resolute. "You don't frighten me. I do this for a living."
The creature smiled an evil snake - like grin shed seen before. With comprehension filling her eyes, she stared at the creature. "Oh My God…Yo-youre …N-Norton?!"
The creature bowed his revolting head, and Eve fought back the urge to gag at the sight of his pus filled boil covered syphilitic skull.
"Wh-what do you want with me?" She tried to keep her voice steady, and her shoulders back.
"Tá tú mar choimeádaí an tsolais, agus mé an dorchadas." He said simply. He rose to feet.
You are the keeper of light, I, the bringing of darkness.
"I …I dont speak whatever language you are speaking…I don't understand you."
The monster smiled again in a way that drove ice through Eve's blood steam, causing an involuntary shudder.
"You have seen Guardian. You are unlike any." His large repulsive hooked and disfigured feet lumbered toward her. "No other has ever been able to see us, ergo you see, you know."
Suddenly, Eve could understand him. As clear as any word shed ever known, even though he still spoke int he strange language he'd been speaking in before. His voice was dark and gravel as if from inside the mouth of an empty cave that no one had ever escaped.
As he drew himself closer, Eve found the stench of death become stronger, and fear climbed up her spine. The screams and shrieks of torture from below grew deafening.
"Who are you really?" She stood tall, fighting every urge she had to sprint form the room.
He drew himself up to his full height towering over her. He placed a gnarled clawed hand on her shoulder, and his forked tongue licked the top of his twisted mouth as he whispered.