April 28, 2017
San Francisco, California
The next morning Brooklyn woke up and was surprised when she found herself in a different room than the one in the vision. She’d expected to wake up and still be in the horrible nightmare stuck in another Brooklyn’s body, but she was somewhere different. The girl tried to speak and was overjoyed when she managed to say something.
Brooklyn threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. She finally had control of her own body, and she was in the real world now where she could do things that she actually wanted to do.
“Brooklyn?” A voice asked from the bed. Brooklyn turned around and realized both Atifa and Amorette were sitting on the bed staring at Brooklyn with their mouths hanging open. She looked around the room and realized Laz and Karter were also in the bedroom watching her intensely as if she might keel over and die at any minute.
“What?” Brooklyn replied.
“You haven’t moved for three days. We only knew you were alive because you were breathing. We were worried. When you collapsed at the mall, we weren’t sure what happened, and then you got up, and we assumed you just tripped, and then you went utterly berserk,” Amorette explained.
“What do you mean berserk?” Brooklyn asked.
“You don’t remember? Brooklyn, you killed someone!” Atifa yelled.
“Brooklyn?!” Atifa screamed.
“What happened? She was fine a second ago,” Amorette yelled. The people passing by just stared at the three girls.
Brooklyn stood up slowly, her green eyes hazy and the hood of her sweatshirt was up. The girl looked down, her face was a mere shadow under the hood.
Brooklyn began walking, her steps slow and light. She looked like she was daydreaming, but usually, when someone was daydreaming and staring into space, they could snap out of it if someone yelled at them. Every time Atifa and Amy tried to talk to Brooklyn and get the girl to sit down so they could make sure the human was alright, Brooklyn just glided past the two Guardians with ease. Brooklyn kept walking, and the confused Guardians couldn’t figure out where she was going, the girl seemed like she was wandering aimlessly.
Eventually, the three reached the doors of the mall and walked out, Atifa and Amy were careful to watch Brooklyn in case she collapsed again. The girl stopped after walking out the door, not moving a muscle. The Guardians glanced at each other, confusion filling both their faces.
Brooklyn was acting strange, and it was scaring both of them. Her face was usually full of emotion, but at the moment it was scary and stoic. Last time Brooklyn collapsed she was unconscious for a week, this time she was utterly silent and looked as though she were in a dream rather than reality.
When Brooklyn began moving again, it had been nearly two minutes since they walked out the doors of the mall, but neither Guardian commented or complained about it, knowing if they said anything they would just be ignored.
Brooklyn turned a corner and strolled down the street, her pace quickening.
“Where are you going, Brooklyn?” Atifa questioned. “Can you talk to us?” Said girl just ignored the Empathy Guardian.
“Has this happened before?” Amorette asked Atifa as she put her hand on Brooklyn’s shoulder, hoping the girl would stop and answer them, or at least acknowledge the two in some way.
“No,” Atifa replied, shaking her head. “She’s had blackouts, but she’s never done this. Brooklyn refuses to tell me anything. If she needs help, she has to be able to ask for it, but she never does.”
“Just tell her you’re here for her and willing to help. Tell Brooklyn that if she tells you what’s wrong, you can help, all of us can. She doesn’t just have to talk to you, she has three more people she can confide in,” Amorette said, not realizing Brooklyn disappeared while the two Guardians were talking. “Right, Brooklyn?”
Amy looked at where the girl had been, but she was gone. Amy shot a panicked look at Atifa. “Don’t look at me, I don’t know where she went. It hasn’t been that long, she wouldn’t have gotten far.”
Amy and Atifa sprinted down the sidewalk, looking through every alleyway and little shop, hoping Brooklyn would be easy to find.
Two blocks later, the two were beginning to lose hope in finding the girl. Maybe she had turned back and gone to the mall or the car. Atifa was about to suggest turning around, but an ear-shattering scream pierced the air. The Guardians followed the sounds of screaming and ended up in another ally, but unlike the others, this one wasn’t empty.
A woman was bleeding to death in the middle of the ally way, Brooklyn standing over her. The girl had a blade in her blood-stained hands. The woman was no longer screaming. Instead, she was choking on her own blood. Amy looked away, disgusted by the sight.
She hadn’t seen someone die like this in almost a decade. It was one of the worst things Amy had ever seen. As Brooklyn began walking out of the ally, Atifa ran at the girl, tackling her to the ground and somehow managed to knock Brooklyn unconscious.
“We have to go, now,” Atifa ordered, tossing the unconscious girl over her shoulder. Amorette nodded and walked to the woman’s corpse. She knelt down and closed the woman’s eyes and noticed something in her cold, pale hand.
It was a beautiful gem that glinted in the sun. The Love Guardian snatched it out of the woman’s dead hand and ran after Atifa.
“Oh my God,” Brooklyn gasped, horrified by her own actions. “I don’t remember any of this.”
“We were hoping you could explain what happened, but I guess you can’t,” Atifa said. Brooklyn looked at the four Guardians crowded around her.
“We’ll figure it out, Brooklyn. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again, but until we do find out, I don’t think you should be near more than just us. If there’s a chance that this could happen again…” Amorette trailed off. Brooklyn studied the Love Guardian’s face and noticed the glimmer of fear in her eyes. The young girl looked at Atifa, seeing the same thing on her face. They were afraid of her. “At least we found Karter’s stone. I don’t know why that woman had it or how she got it, but we have it now. That’s three out of seven.”
Atifa nodded in agreement then said, “Karter, why don’t you stay here with Brooklyn while the rest of us go out.”
Karter nodded and watched as the three older Guardians left the room. He looked back at Brooklyn, about to tell her they would figure out what was going on, but the others were right, and she was dangerous, but the girl had already rolled over and fallen asleep.
Karter sighed and dropped into an armchair across the room from the bed and waited for his friend to wake up.