The scent of blood pervaded the whole area, a thick deep layer of blood glittered on the floor under the dim light. Torn and severed corpses of the monkeys littered around the ground like worthless and inedible meat.
Two people stood alone in this paradise of blood in a serene and peaceful silence while leaning against each other's back. They rested silently with a heart that throbbed rhythmically and gently.
"No more, I guess." Ferrin said, relishing in the delightful feeling that soothed his body.
"Hmm!" The Guardian leaned back her head as well, after resting it against Ferrin's for a while, she started walking forward abruptly but Ferrin thankfully didn't fall down.
"Wh-Where are you off to now?" Ferrin asked while jogging in her direction, his body had already been dyed in blood so the thick layer of it on the floor didn't matter much to him.
"Didn't you say you were looking for survivors?" The Guardian asked without turning back.
"Yea, I did say that." Ferrin nodded his head, he couldn't help but think that something was off about her, there was something icy and cold in her tone. It was pungent and it drilled straight into his heart. He didn't like it... at all.
"As we were doing our search, let me continue explaining. I don't have a lot of time, I need to go and search for other unconscious ones as well. So what do you remember last?!" She along with Ferrin started opening all the doors one by one.
Ferrin sneaked a glance at her before saying, "You were telling about the conscious ones." He gulped nervously, the image of her enraged expression was still fresh in his eyes as the last thing that she talked about was what happened when the Corrupters killed.
"I see. In simple terms, the conscious ones are those who both have supernatural powers and possess the knowledge of the Truth." She began her tale once again. Not realising she had been led astray by Ferrin, though this was a big relief for the latter.
"What is this Truth you speak off?" Ferrin asked curiously.
"Everything that you know off is false. Just like how you believed that supernatural powers existed in fictional plays only, everything else you have been taught is also just a big lie." The Guardian glanced at him.
"How so. And how much?" Ferrin asked while sighing at the dead patients in every room.
"Almost everything. When the Corrupter's existence was identified, the supernatural ones made a pact with the normal humans.
The supernatural ones would go forever into shadows and they would protect the normal humans. In return, to stop any hate or harm directed in their way, the normal humans would forget their existence and whenever a supernatural human was found born in the normal humans, then he or she would be handed over to the supernatural ones. The normal humans agreed as they themselves couldn't fight the Corrupters.
Hence, all the supernatural ones gathered together and formed the tyrant whose name sends shivers in the whole universe, the 'Guardians of Nightmares'."
Ferrin gulped wondering the likelihood of her lying and making up all this, though something inside him compelled him to trust her.
"The first human, according to you to have stepped on the moon was in 1969 that's true but the first supernatural one to have stepped on the moon was in the year 0897!"
"Huh?!" Ferrin speechlessly stared at her. His eyes wanting to pierce into her head and see what lies more she had in store.
"Anyways, I think that's enough of that you will have a general idea of what I mean now. The supernatural ones have existed in the shadows and have long been mingling with the aliens which have not been discovered by you and will never will."
Ferrin wanted to sit down on a table with some tea and listen to her exciting story like... "What the heck?"
"You honestly expect me to believe this?" Ferrin stared at her in utter disbelief.
"Yes." The Guardian glanced at him and nodded.
"Alright! Continue!" Ferrin started searching the rooms again.
"When the nightmares are invaded by the Corrupters, the supernaturals ones are immediately notified. Don't ask me how, I don't know either. They dispatch people to go and deal with the situations that may erupt in the nightmare. The goal is to protect the ones who are forced to dream the nightmare from dying and bringing an end to the nightmare."
"The unconscious ones, your two friends, they are dreaming. They aren't living here. We are the ones living here. Those who dream can't interfere with the process pf the dreams because they are a part of it, only we can end the nightmare and save them all." The Guardians words were something that sounded nothing but surreal to Ferrin.
But still, something disgusted Ferrin bitterly. It wasn't that he had been lied too his whole life... neither was it that the Guardian remained unmoved while saying something so grand and nor was it anything related to her or her words.
...It was him, he felt disgusted at himself. After all, he... he still couldn't bring himself to deny her words.
As she said it... it became a divine decree for him that he had to trust. 'This...This isn't me!'
"I am amazed you haven't straight up asked me to hold up!" The Guardian marvelled genuinely.
Ferrin felt a knife stabbing deeply into his heart, 'Ouch!'
Ferrin chuckled bitterly to himself and asked, "Then how do we recognise conscious ones and unconscious ones?"
"Supernatural abilities are a straight giveaway of conscious ones. Strange adaptability and strange rationality indicates an unconscious ones, this is generally because they are dreaming and their minds don't believe what they do and is occurring around them is reality." The Guardian sighed once more, they had covered over half of the first floor with nothing but dead patients.
"I see. So do unconscious people know they are dreaming?" Ferrin raised his brow in curiosity.
"No, they don't. Unconscious ones, they are dreaming. Do you remember every second of your dream? Do you not usually spend quite a few days in your dream with only a few hours passing by in the night?" The Guardian asked.
Ferrin nodded his head and asked, "How does that relate to their rationality?!"
The Guardian stared at him speechlessly, "I don't have PhD to answer every one of your questions. I can only answer what I know and if I knew... I would've answered you right away."
"I see. So you are a so-so person." Ferrin nodded his head in understanding, a teasing smile on his face.
"What does that mean?" The Guardian asked in bewilderment.
"Nothing." Ferrin shrugged his shoulders.
"Sigh! I don't think there are people here." The Guardian sighed and looked at Ferrin.
Ferrin nodded his head and leaned against a wall and started thinking, merely after minute, he opened his eyes and said, "Follow me!"
The Guardian raised her brow and stared at his departing figure, as she kept staring, suddenly an image replaced Ferrin's in her eyes, 'Yo-'
Her thoughts cut short as she snapped back to reality, her heart started squeezing tightly, 'Why... Why? WHY?!'
Her eyes shook in rage, she wished there were thousands of Corrupters near her and she could kill them all, 'How could I sink in and become almost one with him so well? Why do I feel such joy with him? Why can I put so much faith in him? Who is he!? Why? Why?... For the sake of, WHY DOES HE RESEMBLE HIM? HUH?!'
"What's wrong?" Ferrin asked worriedly.
The Guardian stared at him, her seething eyes slowly seeping back to their calm state. She shook her head, "Nothing!"
"Then come along, what are you waiting for?" Ferrin tilted his frowning head.
The Guardian sighed and begun to walk.
Ferrin, with quite some familiarity walked through the corridors until he reached the bathroom, "Go ahead and clean yourself from the blood."
The Guardian looked down at herself in disbelief, "This is what you brought me here for?"
"Yep!" Ferrin nodded his head with a straight face.
"I don't think that will be very effective... my clothes are all bloody as well." The Guardian blinked her eyes cutely.
"Leave that to me!" Ferrin flashed his monkey thumb with a confident grin.
The Guardian stared at him for a whole minute before shrugging her shoulders, "I will leave that to you to worry about then." Without saying anything else, she walked inside.
Ferrin chuckled, his body started flickering through the corridors rapidly, he stopped after reaching a specific room and strolled inside, there was a female corpse on the bed, 'Her height and physique should be the same size as the Guardian.'
Ferrin walked towards the nearby closet and opened the door, sure enough there were some clothes in their.
He grabbed them and started flickering away like a candle flame.
Before the Guardian could even digest why Ferrin would do this, she heard somebody knocking. Raising a brow in curiosity, she went to open the door.
Ferrin smiled brightly while flashing the clean clothes.
The Guardian blinked her eyes blankly while taking the clothes, "What are you going to do? Wait for me before going to clean up yourself?"
"No, I have a place I want to check." A confident smile appeared on his face.
"Sure!" The Guardian nodded her head while retreating inside.
'Now then, I hope there is a doctor in the staff room!' Ferrin sighed heavily, he had high hopes of finding someone useful after what the Guardian told him.