Chapter Ten
Will slept restlessly, her dreams invaded by a terrible nightmare. It had been this way for the past three days. The dream was always the same, but now it was much more vivid.
Instead of Will, there is only a young girl. She has a pink, silk robe on that sways when she walks. She has green eyes and black hair. She's in a mansion, filled with different rooms, all painted white. She smiles contently, looking around. She hears a sound coming from one of the rooms. Out of curiosity, she opens the door to the room. There is a flash, and the once young girl is now a teen. She still lives in the mansion, though it has been repainted. It now has all rooms painted red. The teen version of the girl wears a black skirt and a red blouse. Her teeth seem to have grown, her eyes are now yellow and fierce and her hair is a deeper black. She looks out of her window. Many people are gathered outside of her house.
At first Will thought this was good, but now she knows the truth.
Bang! Bang! Bang! This time the noise came from the outside of the house. "Open the door!" a man says. He starts beating it with some sort of weapon. "Open it or we'll open it ourselves!" The door begins to rattle and shake. The girl stands at the top of the stairs, fearful of what she knows they'll do to her. She begins to cry. she sits on one of the stairs, as she hears the door begin to crack. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Soon it'll be over. The girl will die.
Will awoke before the door broke, like she did every night. She walked out of her room. She noticed that someone-or something-was leaning on the banister of the second floor.
"Can't sleep?" it said.
"Dark?" Will asked the figure.
It shook his head. "I'm not Dark, but I am a part of him."
"What do you mean?"
"While he fights his emotions he fights the part of himself that I provided."
"So you're his father?"
"No."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Until now I thought he was my son. I kept him and raised him like he was my own. Until now I was unable to protect him. That's why he was taken from me and is now here. Until now the Keepers were destroyed."
"Destroyed?" Will pondered. "How?"
"An impostor of me did that," he told her, "The Keepers used the last of their energy to imprison him. But it seems that he's found a way to escape that prison and enter Earth. He will try to destroy you all, but I feel that Dark will be able to defeat him easily."
"Why Dark?"
"Dark has newfound power. He's the strongest weapon in your arsenal now. Use him."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Phantom. I'm one of Dark's protectors."
"What do you protect him from?"
"Evil that he is not yet ready to face."
"Where are his other guardians?" Will asked.
"They're coming right now. You might want to shield your eyes."
There was a flash of light. After the flash was gone, Will looked up to see two more figures in the shadows.
"This," Phantom said, pointing at the figure to his left, "is Phang. Dark attained his ability to absorb poison and disperse it from him."
Phang bowed. "Hello," he said in a deep, hoarse voice.
Will waved slightly. His voice scared her a little.
"And this," Phantom continued, pointing at the shadow on his right, "is Fist. He's the best martial artist in the universe. Dark learned his strength and endurance from him."
"Hi," Fist said in a meek voice.
"Hello," Will said, feeling less afraid, "So you've told me what powers they have, do you have any special traits?'
"Well," Phantom said, "I am a master of all weaponry. I'm also a master of power. We each taught Dark our skills so that he could be strong enough to survive on his own. We are three of the Brotherhood of Power."
"Where are the others?"
"They will come soon. One was evil, but decided to convert back. He will come first."
"What is his name?"
"Luck."
"'Luck?'" Will repeated.
"Yes."
"His father destroyed the Keepers?"
"Luck is not his father," Phang said, "None of us are. His father disappeared long ago. He is assumed to be dead. And Luck was only accused of this crime. He did not commit it."
"Tell Dark all that you have seen and heard," Phantom said.
"Okay. I'll go-"
"Not right now," Fist said, grabbing Will's arm, "when you wake up."
"But-" Will started.
"I am awake..."
Will sat up in her bed. "What a dream," she said to herself. She rubbed her arm. "I better go talk to Dark." She looked at her clock. 5:00 a.m. she thought, Dark's not even awake yet. She walked outside of her room.
"Can't sleep?"
The voice came from a figure that was leaning on the banister of the second floor.
"Phantom?" Will inquired.
"No, it's me, Dark."
"Oh." She gave sigh of relief. "I need to talk to you about something."
After Will told him everything, Dark smiled. "Then we must prepare for Luck's arrival," he said. He checked his watch. "Maybe in a few hours. Right now let's try to get some more sleep." He carried the half sleep girl to her room.