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The Keeper

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Length: 317 pages5 hours

Summary

Jake started to sweat, while goose bumps broke on his skin. What had he expected? He was relieved, the old man was nuts, but with that, as if just to prove him wrong, a white glow emanated from the wrinkled fist quickly running up his arm and over the old body. Jake stood transfixed as he watched the light draw closer to his own sweaty hand. He tried to pull away but Jacob had an iron grip, he looked at the old face. One eye, with the orb of Naim, burning red, the other an empty dark glistening socket. Jake wanted to scream but just then the light hit him.
It wasn't pain, more like the jolt of a mild electric shock. His body stiffened and he jumped as the energy invaded his body. The feeling wasn't unpleasant but disturbing as he watched the light travel up his arm and into his chest. Then as it reached his head white fire blinded him making him cry out in surprise just before his head exploded in pain as if a hot bullet was carving its way through the core of his brain. He knew he was screaming, he could hear himself yell, but it was as if he was in a faraway place. A myriad of colours filled his vision, even though his eyes were now tightly shut. His right hand was burning in the grip of his Grandfathers. Fire burning through his skull, he was sweating and shaking and his body twitched as if in a fit. His mind's pain was all consuming and consciousness was slipping away like a spring tide. Just as he was about to pass out he was physically rammed to the floor, the fuel can flung out of his grip, the agony suddenly dead. Gone. This was almost more shocking than when it was actually there. Jake found himself on his hands and knees, eyes still tightly shut, gasping for air and bathed in sweat. It was then he was sick. The hot bile splashing his hands and arms, soaking his shirt as his body convulsed. He gasped trying to swallow back the burning acid, almost suffocating on its intensity. Jake fought to control his breathing and as the feeling slowly passed he sat back on his haunches, wiping his hands on his trousers before rubbing his eyes and looking around him. His Grandfather was sitting in his chair a few feet away.

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