Become… (Tales from the SSC&B)

{ Denise gracefully hosts Six Sentence Stories; where writers unleash their magic under one simple rule: in no more or no less than 6 sentences.
This week’s prompt word is : TERM }

This story’s events are narrated after  Ford‘s When the Crone Came Knocking & Denise‘s Anybody got a match?

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Become…

Oh, I answered that door alright, only not when you all saw me do it; a day earlier, none other than Friday herself, was when She came knocking.

I am almost used to her visits by now – meaning not having a heart attack every time She appears out of thin air and sits by my side, invisible to all yet felt and heard as surely as I feel and hear you across the Six Sentence Café & Bistro table.

“So, it is Nick The Gatekeeper now… as if you hadn’t enough names already: Dr N, Spira, The Wizard, bearded man… they missed one though” ;
normally I would give her that stare I reserve for those itching for some entitlement correction but, you guessed it, that won’t work on what you cannot see thus my response was only : Friday night…there is definitely a reason for your visit at this time…

“Tell me Gatekeeper, how are you planning to face a predator if you linger being what they perceive as prey…(I stay silent looking where her eyes might be, next to my left shoulder)…how will you embrace the light if you don’t acknowledge the darkness inside ? (I remain silent looking at my hands, not resting anymore)

” Morrow someone will visit you here and she will need your help; she has been fighting against prosecution, prejudice, violence and greed for as long as I can remember – Annfred is her name.”

I could sense her aura leaving as her last whispers floated like the dust particles from the neon lit stage of the SSC&B:
“The seven of you will decide the terms of your assistance…but know that she is hunted through aeons…Gatekeeper, to protect her you must become what howls inside…”

 

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*The stereo started to play a song as She left…I hate ( and love) when She does that…

“I’ve always been a hunter
Nothing on my tail
But there was something in you
I knew could make that change
To capture a predator
You can’t remain the prey
You have to become
An equal
In every way
So look in the mirror
And tell me, who do you see?
Is it still you?
Or is it me?
Become the beast
We don’t have to hide
Do I terrify you
Or do you feel alive?
Do you feel the hunger
Does it howl inside?
Does it terrify you?
Or do you feel alive?”