Considered Good or Evil?

Night had fallen many hours ago; coating everything it the darkness, seeming to have camouflaged the house, ever so slightly. It was still visible to the eye once the eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The eerie feeling was still about the atmosphere; sending unpleasant shivers down Hera's back, Brooke wasn't as open to the unnatural things unlike Hera. The house; still gave a feeling that it was watching the pair, waiting for them to take a certain amount of steps before it attacks. Hera gave the house a blank gaze; looking as if she was staring right into its mind, knowing its plots.

The moon had its full eye exposed to the world; adding more danger to the place around them. The stars seemed to have been erased from the sky; as the entire space above was coated black, not midnight blue. Hera took once glimpse at the sky; instantly she knew that something was about to happen, they needed to hurry, and fast. She took Brooke's hand and started to sprint towards the house. Brooke was completely confused until Hera had grabbed hold of her hand; causing Hera's abilities to become a part of her. She could now sense the dangers that awaited and lurked within the domain of the house.

Hera yanked the door open to the house; rushed inside, dragging Brooke with her as Brooke was looking around outside, which was completely dangerous. She slammed the door closed behind her and flipped on the lock; before resting her back against the door. Instantly; a massive thud drove Hera away from the door slightly, which jolted her, telling her that it had arrived. She instantly connected her back against the door; and slammed it closed; already anticipating that it'd slam against the door to open it, which it did. Her back began to bruise from the impacts; her stubbornness forced her to keep her mouth shut, not letting any pain escape her lips.

Pain drove through her body; but she continued to connect her back to the door, to hold it away. The fear within Brooke was soon banished as it was turned into courage. She ran to the door; slammed her back to it, helping Hera to stop it from breaking through the entrance. The pain was divided between the two; but Hera experienced most of it, as she held back the hardest thrusts of the creature. The pain still coursed through them; increasing more and more as the creature continued to slam into the door, which they both blocked. So far; it didn't seem the creature was to give up till it entered the entrance, and tear them apart.

Another slam against the wood; the wood split, and went straight into Brooke's lower back, and deep. She screamed out in agonising pain. Blood trickled down her back; actually more like fell out of her back like a small waterfall. Her dark blue clothes were drenched with the liquid; which stained it another colour. Hera could only watch and listen to Brooke as her breathing came short and heavy. She felt tears brewing; she allowed them to slowly fall down her cheeks, wanting to help her, but she couldn't. The trusts of the creature had caused some of the wood to graze against Hera's back; opening wounds, and causing blood to flow down her as well.

It gave up! The thrusts came to an end after one finally hard slam. It had taken fifteen minutes for the damn beast to stop with its tremendous thrusts against the door. They both crippled to the ground; their backs aching like mad, making it hard for them to breath. Brooke was in too much pain to cry; instead the tears fell down her face. Hera grunted every now and again from the pain. She avoided rolling onto her back; knowing that it'd cause the pain to increase. Hera closed her eyes; concentrated on her breathing, and coming to an accomplishment, the pain receded. The wounds upon her back and the backs of her arms gradually healed; but at a slightly medium pace.

She shot up from the floor and crawled over to Brooke; she turned her onto her stomach, examining the wounds that the creature left upon her back. Wood was implanted deep within her lower back; rushing blood came out of the wound, with a large amount. Hera grabbed the wood; muttered an apology, loud enough for Brooke to hear, and yanked the wood out of her back. Brooke screamed in agony; the pain was too much for her, she wanted to close her eyes and drift into sleep. Hera had to jolt her away with a bottle that reeked appallingly. She kept the bottle of the foul smell right next to Brooke's nose; just to keep her awake. She hovered her hands over the deadly wound. A soft green light cascaded all around her hands; and outlined her form. The wound began to heal; starting from the inside out.

"Hera's returned!"

"She's meant to have been banished from returning to the Mortal World."

"The information had found its way to her; there was nothing we could have done to stop her from receiving it."

"Won't she be severely punished for breaking the rules?"

"I should hope so! This time she won't be able to repent for her actions."

"We know you've both had your differences in the past. But for once can't you feel something for her?"

"Why the hell should I? After what she's caused us all; I'll never feel anything towards her, ever."

"That was a few millennia ago; just drop it already. You can't hold onto the past forever."

"I can and I will. I'm not changing my opinion or thoughts of her; she deserves to rot in the worst pits of hell for what she's done."

"Still holding onto your hatred of Hera I see"

"What the hell do you want here?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"You wish to enter the Moral World to seek out your former Master"

"Your intellectual mind is always one to be listened to; to bad no one around here listens to you, or your advice."

"Mockery isn't necessary..."

"You've been exiled from here; the Mortal World, and many other places. Go back to your shadows and stay the fuck away from everyone."

"That cannot be seen to; for I already have access to the Mortal World, and here as you can see. I will seek my former Master; with the help of my previous Master, I will guard my previous one, no matter what you intend to do. You can't stop me either way."

"Preposterous! You're nonsense will be seen to by the Higher Ones. I really don't doubt that they'll let you roam anywhere; including the darkness you were exiled to."

"Dragoon; Driger, Draciel, Dranzer, Strata-Dragoon, Venus, Gigars, Poseidon, and Appollon are doing well aren't they?"

"Don't change the subject!"

"Being told what to do; listen to orders, none of them go to my liking. So why not just ignore them; eh?"

"We won't let your previous Master's heart and soul be turned by your dark ambitions and soul. We'll stop you before that can happen."

"He can't return to his former Master's side for he already has a Master."

"She's right; you should listen to her more."

"You're being summoned by the Higher Ones; I can't wait to see you caged up in the rotten pits of hell, just like the malicious thing you are."

"Enough! No more insolent words are to come out of your mouth. Otherwise you'll be punished severely for such actions that have left your mouth."

"Sorry; Milord, it shall not happen again."

"Words of such violence should not have left your orifice. I know you wish to speak your mind; but please, I advice you that you should use your mind before taking action."

"Yes; Milady, it shall be done."

"Now; Dweller of the Dark, we shall discuss together of your actions that have gone against the law that we have set down for you."

"After Hera has done her task; we shall use a force summon, so that I may speak with her of her performance of breaking the very law we've set for her."

"Let it be done; I actually had to speak with the two of you anyways, so let this be done, so I can continue with my former plans with my former Master."

'Will you fucking come back to reality before you ruin yourself over those lost contacts of your sister?'

'I'd like to see you try going through something like this; after having lost contact with someone important.'

'I don't flipping mourn over them because of it. I attempt to go and find them; if they were that important to me."

'You've got no one important to you; so you don't even have to concern yourself with finding them.'

'I had a wife; for your information Brooklyn. We both lost contact with each other; and somehow, when I've seen my wife again, she doesn't remember anything.'

'You've never told me that before. Why bring it up now?'

'Because... I'm venting my feelings, is that ok?'

'Geez; don't have to have a cow over it. You're more childish than I thought.'

'Well; I know someone whom you'll most likely get along with great then.'

'Oh...?! Who would that be?'

'Jesus Brooklyn; don't you ever pay attention to your surroundings, especially in class? You'd have met the person once; before the person went missing. God's sake!'

'Why should I waste my time with the indoors; when it was a beautiful day outside?'

'Yep; you'll get along fine with the person I'm on about.'

'Could you move this talk along; you're boring me now.'

'Damn Mortals; always impatient, never listens to true advice.'

'Just tell me what you flipping want; this session with Garland is getting boring, and so are you.'

'I need you to search for someone for me; someone entirely important to me, and to another 'friend' of mine.'

'Name...?'

'That'll just give it away Brooklyn. You'll find out when you find the person.'

'Where do I find this person?'

'You remember that captivating park; that just wants to pull you in and keep your attention? Well it's there; you'll get a feeling on what to do next.'

'You owe me for this.'

'Whatever.'

Brooklyn stood up and walked out the room without much of a say in anything. Garland kept calling out to him; but he kept on walking, thinking it was nothing important that he'd have to waste his time on. What did Garland intend to do with him anyways? The sessions were awfully boring for him; he'd even prefer to be outside in the dark, which it actually happened to be. The room was left behind as Brooklyn made his way out of the building; out into the open air, finding the night had settled in. He blinked in surprise of the darkness; which was being brightened up by the lampposts.

'How long have I been in that damn session?' Brooklyn thought.

Brooklyn shrugged his shoulders; getting rid of the question, then strolled down the streets, in search of the attention seeking area. He's been there so many times that he'd remember the place right off the bat. Yes it's a very luring place; but not that luring to him, as he can withstand it, as if it were an ordinary place. He turned many rights and lefts; having the map inside his mind, from his remembrance. The air was calming and gentle as it slowly gave a breeze; which caress his skin, and seemed to brush through his wild hair. However; it soon became dense and heavy after nearing the very park he needed to go to.