The Prophecy (The Guardians)

Chapter EIGHT



Rachel awoke early, her chores nearly finished soon after sun up. Gabe was used to rising early himself, but somehow Rachel always seemed to slip out hours before him. Taking a deep breath, Gabe stretched his arms out wide, his chest flexing as he exhaled. The tape on the bandages tugged at Gabe’s flesh as he did so, irritating him tremendously. Carefully, he picked at the corner of the wrapping, pealing it back and revealing the scabbed wounds. The bruises had already begun to fade and Gabe even impressed himself with the healing abilities he possessed.

Satisfied with his progress, Gabe pushed himself to his feet and decided it was time he started pulling his weight again. Pressing the tape back into place, he grabbed a nearby t-shirt and stretched it on over his head and muscular frame.

“Rachel,” Gabe called out as he took a step outside the cabin. He took another step and felt a shooting pain race up his leg and settle into his hip area. Clearly he was not completely back to his old self. Gabe grabbed the walking stick that was leaning against the frame of the front door. Using it to displace his weight, he continued on his search for his caretaker. “Rachel, where are you?”

The make shift cane was just another example of the way Rachel seemed to always be considering Gabe’s wellbeing. He had been cared for by complete strangers in his past, welcomed into Rampart, given love when he did not understand how it was merited, but none of those instances seemed to compare with Rachel’s kindness. He had been abusive towards her verbally, making it clear from her arrival that she was unwelcome. Yet here she was, caring for him as if he were the most important person in her life. The idea of her behavior confounded him to the point where he was enamored with her. She was a puzzle he was determined to solve.

“Gabe?” Rachel called out as she approached the cabin, the morning sun just peaking over the top of it. She wore a white tank top spotted with dirt that clung to her sweat covered torso. As she approached she paused, bending at the middle and lifting the soiled, bohemian style skirt to wipe away the sweat from her brow. “What are you doing out of bed? I figured we would exercise soon, I was just coming back to wake you.”

Gabe blushed, shocking even himself with the image that flashed through his mind of the two of them engaged in a very primal form of exercise together. A scene that seemed to be haunting him more frequently. He couldn’t help but feel guilty about the natural urges, ashamed that while she had been caring for him, he had been violating her in his thoughts. “I want to help.”

“With what?” Rachel asked, clueless of the ideas running through his devious mind.

“Chores, maybe, I’m feeling much better today.” Gabe added, doing his best to block the other thoughts out of his mind.

“I’m sure you are, the way you seem to be bouncing back. However, while you’re looking much better, I’m afraid I’ve already finished most on the list for today. Except for cooking of course, interested in wearing the chef’s cap today?” Rachel grinned, already positive of what his answer would be.

Gabe had grown quite fond of Rachel’s cooking abilities; he had no desire to go back to his simple and bland dishes. “Umm, that’s alright. How about a walk then?”

Rachel laughed at the confirmation of her suspicion. “Of course, a walk would be wonderful. To the garden?”

Gabe’s stomach ached, the feeling then spreading to his loins at the sound of Rachel’s laughter. He couldn’t explain his reactions to her suddenly. Perhaps it was the fact that she had saved his life and nursed him back to health. There was also the simple fact that he was a man who had been alone for quite some time and she was a beautiful woman. Gabe convinced himself it must have been a combination of these factors, certain his desires were natural, and would fade when he no longer relied on her so much. That or when he purged his carnal needs in some other way. Gabe shook his head; he needed to focus if he wasn’t going to think about their naked bodies pressed up against each other all day.

“How about I take the lead? It will be a surprise.” Gabe replied, careful not to let his eyes linger too long.

“Oh my, a surprise, huh? Well alright, sir, lead the way.” Rachel said waiving her arms and bowing as if he were royalty.

Gabe had come to enjoy her frequently snarky responses. He grinned and extended his arm in return. Gleefully, she took hold of the offered appendage and the two began their journey.

“You know, I still can’t believe you have been out here on your own for so long. I mean, I just can’t imagine what it must be like for you.” Rachel replied looking over at Gabe with a new understanding of him in her eyes.

Her gaze made him uncomfortable, “It’s not as bad as one would think.”

Gabe peered over to see if she had recognized his lie, it appeared she had not. “I was only here a day alone and I thought I was going to go mad. I am a bit of a blabber mouth, I guess my worry is if I didn’t have any one to talk to for a year, I’d go bonkers.”

“No, you? A blabber mouth?” Gabe jested, slightly nudging Rachel in the side with his elbow. “I don’t believe it.”

“Shut up.” Rachel snapped in return before giggling.

Gabe hesitated a moment, then continued, “I don’t know, I suppose it hasn’t been exactly easy, but at the time I thought it was necessary.”

“That’s what I don’t get. What in the world would make you feel like you needed to go to that extreme, to isolate yourself to this extent?” Rachel prodded, her brow narrowing.

“It’s complicated.” he replied.

“Things with you often are, Gabe Harwood.” she returned.

As the two crossed over the hilltop, Rachel suddenly realized where they were. He had brought her to the carving of Sophie. She released herself from his arm, reeling her limbs in close to her body as if for protection. This had been what their initial confrontation unfolded over. Rachel forced a smile, unsure why he had brought her here. Gabe came to a halt; he looked into her eyes, and waited for her to speak.

For once, she was unsure of her words and chose to remain silent. The awkwardness of the quiet left her fidgeting. She decided to take a seat on the ground nearby to stare at the artwork. As the two sat there, enveloped by the empty air around them, Rachel realized what was happening. This was Gabe’s way of reaching out to her, his version of an olive branch. A sense of honor overcame her. She sat in disbelief that he would bring her to this place. He wanted to share something he had been so guarded about in the beginning.

Gabe took a seat next to his guest, it was clear his gesture was greatly appreciated. “Can I ask a question that might seem rude, but I really don’t intend it that way?” Gabe asked.

With a beaming smile Rachel nodded, choosing not to reply with her usual sarcasm she said, “Sure, ask me anything.”

“Why did you ever come with Uri?” Gabe questioned, hoping her answer would help him answer the same for himself. He still couldn’t figure out what compelled him to follow his friend all those years ago.

“I don’t know.” Rachel replied, hesitating. She was sure Gabe would not understand her reasoning.

“You don’t know? So you’re telling me you hitched yourself to a complete stranger and you have no idea why?” Gabe badgered.

Rachel stared at the carving; she dared not look Gabe in the eyes. All it would take is one glimpse and he would know she was hiding something. “I suppose.”

“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, and let me tell you, I have heard a lot of crazy things.” Once the words escaped Gabe’s mouth, he wished he was more tactful in such situations. From her body language, he could tell Rachel felt under attack.

“Not this crazy.” Rachel muttered under her breath.

“What was that?” Gabe perked up when he heard the whispering. At the hint of her secret, Gabe was again relentless in his pursuit of the truth. “Come on. Let’s hear it, what’s so crazy?”

“Nothing — never-mind.” Rachel protested, wishing she had kept her mouth shut.

“Trust me, no matter what it is, I have heard or seen stranger.” Gabe insisted.

“I doubt that.”

“Really, what is it? I promise, no judgment here.” Gabe pleaded, attempting to coax the story from the girl.

Rachel looked into Gabe’s eyes. Though his communication skills were not the best, she could see he was trying. She decided to take a leap of faith that he would not laugh her out of the valley. “Well… alright, but I warned you.”

“I mean it, no judgment.” Gabe reassured her once again.

“Alright, you promised,” she reminded him before continuing. “It started with these really strange dreams. They would wake me up, and then I had trouble getting back to sleep. It got so bad I started seeing a therapist. He tried putting me on sleeping pills, anti-anxiety medication, you name it. I was a walking drug store. None of it helped. Finally it got to the point that I was so exhausted it didn’t matter where I was. If I closed my eyes it was like I would slip into a dream state.” Rachel explained.

“What kind of stuff did you dream about?" Gabe asked, the familiarity of her tale unsettling.

“Usually I would be in this burned out city, everything around me was in ruins, blackness everywhere. Even though I was just dreaming, I always felt the urge I needed to hide. I don’t know what I was hiding from, but it felt like someone was watching me or, I don’t know, even hunting me. Sometimes I would hear this pulsing white noise all around me. I have no idea what it was, it was overwhelming. I would just curl into a ball and wait. And then all the frogs, oh God, my doctor had all kinds of ideas about those. It was just crazy stuff.” Rachel trailed off, uncomfortable retelling the haunting dreams.

“Frogs?” Gabe asked softly. As soon as the word slipped from his lips, Gabe’s heart began to race. He knew all too well that Baal often would take form as frogs. Rachel was in fact not crazy, she was being hunted by the scariest demon around, the same demon determined to find Gabe.

“Yeah, crazy huh? There would be hundreds, if not thousands of them. They would just sit there, staring at me. It was so bizarre. After a while I didn’t just have the dreams. Things started happening in my day to day life.” Rachel continued.

“You saw the frogs outside your dreams?” Gabe asked, shocked if she had that she was still alive.

“Oh, no, not like that. I just started feeling like someone was watching me everywhere I went. I would be at the grocery store and see a figure duck behind a display, or a man watching me at the gas station. There was even this one time, I got in my elevator and I was fumbling for my keys; when I looked up, just as the doors were closing, all I saw were two red glowing eyes. They were surrounded by darkness and then they were gone behind the doors. Honestly, lack of sleep was probably messing with my mind. I ended up becoming very paranoid.” Rachel explained.

“Without sleep, that seems reasonable.” Gabe added, though he knew better. He was certain what she was experiencing had been all too real.

“It gets worse. One day I had the feeling that I was being watched, but I couldn’t shake it.” Rachel said remembering. “It’s hard to explain, but I had this distinct feeling that I was in danger. It was dark out; I was on the way to my car when I got a chill that shook me to my core. I started running faster, looking over my shoulder every few feet. At one point when I turned back around to continue running, a hand reached out from the shadows, and in my panic, grabbed me. I was pulled into a nearby building, unable to scream from the hand that was firmly planted over my mouth.”

Gabe held his breath for a moment, now completely captivated by the excitement of her story.

“It was Uri. I thought I was a goner for sure. I mean, can you imagine? Here I am, this terrified, sleep deprived woman, pushed to the edges of her sanity, and a burly man like Uri grabs me. He could tell I was terrified; he assured me he was there to help me. I don’t know why, but I believed him. I think it was easier for me to believe he wanted to rescue me rather than murder me. ” Rachel recalled, furrowing her brow.

“No, it’s not a surprise you believed him. Guardians possess the ability to bring you comfort with their touch. If he had his hand over your mouth, I would guess he charmed you.” Gabe explained.

“Really? Uri never told me that, makes sense though. I’m not exactly a distrusting person, but it never made sense to me that I went along so easily. He did know things that were in my dreams, though. All kinds of details that I never told anyone except my therapist.” Rachel continued. “He even knew about the frogs.”

“Yeah, Baal.” Gabe whispered, remembering his similar dreams.

“That’s what Uri said. He told me about the battle between angels and demons, and that some crazy demon was after me because I was going to give birth to a very important child someday.”

“He told you all that?” Gabe asked, a little hurt he had been told so little when Uri found him.

“Yeah, I wasn’t scared of Uri, but I was convinced he might be a little crazy after he told me that. I made up some excuse and got out of there as fast as I could. I know he didn’t want me to go, but I insisted. Things stayed the same for the next couple days, freaky shadows and sleeplessness. Then it happened.” Rachel said turning away, looking back at the carved trunk again.

“That sounds ominous.” Gabe laughed nervously.

“It was really scary.” Rachel said, deflecting his laughter. “I had gone to this gallery opening for a friend, which, considering I barely left my home those days, was pretty amazing in itself. When it was over I said goodbye and made my way to the parking lot. I got that feeling again, that I was being watched. I started franticly searching for my keys as I approached the car.” Rachel’s retelling of the night caused her to visibly tremble.

Gabe reached out, touching her back. He had only intended to console her on a basic level, but forgetting his abilities as a Guardian, the calming went much deeper.

Rachel continued, “I was only— I don’t know, maybe a dozen feet from my car when I looked up. It was like all the air had been knocked out of me. I gasped for breath; it felt like a vice was tightening around my chest, this dark figure loomed in front of me. He — it… whatever it was didn’t speak.” Rachel shivered at the memory.

“What do you mean, ‘whatever it was’?” Gabe asked, hanging on every word.

“I don’t know what it was, I just knew I was going to die, I knew it with such certainty.” Rachel stopped and looked over at Gabe.

“Well? What happened?” Gabe prodded, the anticipation driving him to the verge of insanity.

“Nothing, Uri showed up and it vanished. I mean really, it vanished right in front of my eyes. I still can’t explain it; it had to be something super natural.”

“Did you ever ask Uri about it?” Gabe inquired, intrigued by how Uri would have explained this to a regular mortal.

“Yeah, I did. I was so freaked out by it that when Uri told me I needed to go with him if I wanted to be safe, I didn’t even think about it. I just did what he told me to. We ended up hours away from my home that first night, in some back woods seedy motel. I can still remember it so clearly.”

“Uri has a way of making an impression on people. I’m sure he used all of his finest moves on you.” Gabe laughed nervously as he made the suggestion, wondering if his jealousy was obvious.

“What?” Rachel huffed before defending herself. “It wasn’t like that. Uri? Gross, it’s not like that at all. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Uri is an attractive guy, but within the first few nights we had a connection and it wasn’t what you’re implying. It was like a brother sister thing, you know?”

“I suppose. Does Uri know how you feel or I guess don’t feel?” Gabe asked.

“I never flat out told him, if that is what you’re asking, but I’m sure he knows I’m not interested in anything romantic with him. Uri isn’t either.” Rachel argued.

“Oh, I see. So you already have a boyfriend then? Is that why you’re not interested in him?” Gabe probed.

“Huh? No, I already said, he’s more like my brother. What is your deal?” Rachel replied, puzzled by the line of questioning.

“No boyfriend then?” Gabe continued, ignoring Rachel’s question.

“Oh, I see what this is.” Rachel chimed, her face shifting, a devilish grin settling on her lips.

“Excuse me?”

“You like me.” Rachel grimaced.

“What?” Gabe exclaimed before laughing, “Wow, you think a lot of yourself, don’t you? You see this girl; I carved her into this tree because she was the love of my life. I doubt after her I would be interested in you.”

“Wow, I didn’t know I was so hideous.” Rachel barked back, hopping to her feet.

Gabe’s stomach fluttered, what was this girl doing to him? “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”

“I’ll say.” Rachel replied, not budging.

“Please sit,” Gabe pleaded. Desperate to bury his poor manners, Gabe attempted to turn the course of conversation. “How much has Uri told you about the Guardians?”

“Really? You’re basically going to call me ugly and then just move on?” Rachel confronted Gabe, arms crossed.

“I know, I was an ass. You just said that stuff about me liking you and I don’t know, I got defensive.” Gabe explained.

“I was kidding.” Rachel replied flatly.

“You were?” Gabe asked, now even more ashamed of his behavior.

Rachel flopped to the ground, “You can’t tell by now when I’m teasing? I’m always cracking jokes.”

“I’m sorry, really, I didn’t mean it. You’re beautiful and I would —” Gabe suddenly stopped, realizing the words that were falling out of his mouth.

“So you do like me.” Rachel stated, staring blankly into Gabe’s eyes. Gabe looked terrified, unsure what to say. Rachel jabbed him with an elbow before exploding into laughter. “Wow, you’re easy. I was joking again.”

Gabe nervously laughed in response.

“So what did Uri tell me? I don’t know, I assume everything.” Rachel answered.

“Yeah, well I thought I knew about everything; boy, was I wrong.” Gabe said solemnly looking to the empty hillside.

“Are you talking about the prophecy?” Rachel attempted to clarify. “And by the way, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Gabe didn’t know what to address first. Initially he was annoyed that a prophecy about him was so freely being shared with a complete stranger, but then his cheeks flushed red at the boyfriend remark.

“What exactly did Uri tell you about me?”

Rachel considered the question before replying, “He said he came and got you one day, like he did me. He took you to a training facility where they teach people how to fight these things. These soldiers are from the lineage of angels, and their training helps aid them in their battle against demons. Your specific job in all of this was quite special however. You were to be the chosen one who would protect some great prophet, enter me. Although, I’m not sure how much stock I put in a prophecy that would have me one day giving birth to a leader. I think they may have wanted to do a little more research.”

“You weren’t angry about Uri taking you away from your life, your friends?” Gabe asked, stunned by her casual attitude.

“I suppose, at first. Honestly though, it only took running into a couple more of what Uri called tracker demons, and I was glad he had found me. I would have been a goner for sure if I was alone out there. I’m grateful.” Rachel insisted.

“You seem to be taking the news very well.” Gabe muttered.

“What am I supposed to do?” Rachel asked, annoyed by Gabe’s repeated judgmental comments.

“I don’t know, but I think I would be pretty upset if someone told me that one day my kid was going to die.” Gabe growled. As soon as he said it, he wished he had not.

“I don’t believe he will.” Rachel answered quickly.

“So you don’t believe in the prophecy?” Gabe pushed.

Rachel hesitated a moment before replying, “No, after all the craziness I’ve seen, I suppose you could say I believe. But I don’t think my child will die; I don’t think you would let that happen.”

“Do you even get why I’m out here? I decided not to be the protector; I’ve made my choice, Rachel.”

“Yet, here I am.”

Gabe was shocked by her candidness. She was right, no matter how hard he had tried to avoid it, his destiny had found him. Furious at the situation he allowed himself to be put in, Gabe snapped. “You do know that if I save your kid it means certain death for me?”

“Uri told me.”

“And you’re just ok with that?”

Rachel looked into Gabe’s eyes, reaching up with a tender hand and running the back of her fingertips across his cheek. “I’m not alright with you dying, Gabe, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t know what the future holds. Perhaps there’s something that’s unknown about your path, something that doesn’t have to result in such a devastating end. All I know is, the Gabe I have gotten to know this past week is not the type that would allow someone to die if he can save them.”

Gabe rose to his feet and extended a hand, “Let’s walk more.” Taking hold, Rachel stood and the two began strolling towards the creek bed, side by side.

“I shouldn’t have raised my voice.” Gabe added.

“I understand.” Rachel smiled as she tried to diffuse the tenseness.

Gabe had been given many opportunities in his life to trust someone; it was very rare that he would seize them. As he walked next to Rachel he thought about the way she had nursed him back from the brink of death, and about the kind words she had just said about him. She believed in him, even when Gabe could not believe in himself. She saw a light in him, a greatness he longed to find within.

He decided it was time for him to trust. “When I went to Rampart five years ago, I thought it was a miracle. My parents had been murdered brutally when I was very young.”

“Oh God, Gabe, I’m so sorry.”

“I was there, I saw it all. My parents and I were at a convenient store, wrong place, wrong time. I was in the candy isle when it happened. I didn’t know the store was being robbed, I ran to my parents, my arms full of sweet treats, begging to get them all. They were just trying to protect me… When they went for me, the guy shot them— there was so much blood — so much.” Gabe was surprised the memory still brought such feelings up in him as a man.

“That’s terrible, Gabe. I can’t imagine what that must have done to you as a kid.” Rachel offered.

“Yeah, well, not a lot of people were eager to adopt a kid with a history like mine, that’s for sure. I bounced from one foster home to the next. Anytime I would get close to a family, something terrible would happen. Evil always had a way of tracking me down, just another thing I can thank my heritage for apparently. Eventually, I decided I wouldn’t get close to anyone. That’s how I ended up in a boy’s home.” Gabe continued, surprising even himself that he was sharing all the messed up details of his past.

“I’ve asked myself all these years why I went with Uri. I think I’m just now realizing I wanted what he was selling. I wanted so bad to have a home, a family, to know people just like me. I guess I should have known they wanted something from me.” Gabe explained.

“Doesn’t everyone? I mean, I think people can still care about you, and hope to get something from you. Think about any relationship. When you fall in love do you want nothing in return? Of course not, you want the same level of commitment and love.” Rachel gently replied.

“When you fall in love the other person is not expecting you to sacrifice your life.” Gabe retorted.

“I suppose…” Rachel hesitated.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, please, we’re being honest, let’s hear it.” Gabe insisted.

“Uri told me it was your choice if you wanted to fulfill the prophecy; they would not have forced you.” Rachel said.

“That’s true. They did tell me it was my choice, but can you imagine walking the halls of a school dedicated to the training of warriors. Had you made the decision to save yourself, you’d be viewed as a coward. Honestly though, it wasn’t the prophecy that made me leave.” Gabe went quiet after he muttered the last sentence.

“The girl?” Rachel questioned intuitively.

“Her name was Sophie. You know what’s crazy? I would have died for her. I was young and stupid. Looking back, I think I had been alone in the world for so long that I made what we had into more than it was.” Gabe explained.

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s sweet.” Rachel blushed as she spoke.

“Don’t overestimate me.” Gabe snapped. He could see Rachel had a look of longing in her eyes. She would be mistaken to think he was still that boy who was so naive. “When I left Rampart I left my ignorance of the world behind. I’ve learned more than I cared to since then, and I’ve done a lot of things that would shock people. If Michael and Uri thought I was destined to be some holy angel, they were sadly mistaken. After what I’ve done, I doubt there is even a place for me in their world.”

“Come now, you couldn’t have been too terrible.” Rachel laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“I suppose…” Gabe replied. He wasn’t sure why, but for some reason he didn’t want Rachel knowing about his terrible deeds. After he left Rampart there was a gaping hole, one he didn’t know how to fill. He was young, full of pain. It had been easy for him to give up, give into his desires; the countless women didn’t satisfy him though. As the years passed, the nights filled with empty sex with random women, he grew tired and impatient of the growing void. That was when he sought solitude. Always running, often not even learning the names of the hookers or random bar flies he slept with. It became tiresome.

“Now, Michael, he seems like a character. We haven’t met yet.” Rachel continued, interrupting Gabe’s memories.

“Michael is a tough one. I think I was angriest at him when I left. Over this past year, I’ve started realizing it wasn’t all his fault. I put him in a position he never asked to be. He was bound to let me down no matter how things ended up, it was inevitable.”

“I see.” Rachel replied, her words lingering in the air for a moment before she continued, “What’s that?”

Gabe watched as Rachel ran to a nearby set of stumps. He was unable to stop himself from smiling at the site of the tribute to his friends.

“Those are Raimie and Dina.” Gabe replied walking up to Rachel, who now was on her knees closely examining the newly discovered carvings.

“How many of these things are there?” she asked, not looking away from the masterpieces.

“Well, let’s see,” Gabe began. “You already saw Sophie, then there are these two, over by the mine is one of Haim, and in the forest there is one of Uri. Oh, and by the river to the north there’s Michael.”

“Seriously? You have to show them all to me. Please!” Rachel shrieked as she jumped to her feet. “These are amazing. Please?”

“Alright, alright.” Gabe gave in without much effort from Rachel, secretly thrilled his work was being appreciated at last.

Rachel slipped her arm around Gabe’s as if it were where it naturally belonged. They walked side by side, Gabe sharing his stories of a life long gone, one full of friends. This time he wasn’t angry when he spoke of them, it was with fondness he reminisced. When he told stories of Raimie, he felt overwhelmed with honor to have called him friend and regret that he had left his side. Had he stayed that night, perhaps he would not have fallen. He shook the sorrow loose, continuing with tales of Haim and their grand battles.

Rachel hung on Gabe’s every word; she had never known such exciting stories could exist except inside the books she loved to pour over. Even when the walk ended, the stories continued long into the night. Both were content that night in each other’s company, sharing stories of good times.