A Voice & a Six String
Prologue
Gabriel softly played the six string resting on his leg. He picked each string slowly at first, each time adding an extra note at the end. It almost sounded like a harp, a sad harp with more sorrow and less grace. It wasn't until he picked up his pace that the sound of the guitar was more distinguishable -as guitar rather than harp – to the ear.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The rain outside pattered on the steel roof in a rhythm, blending in with various other sounds he was incorporating into what he played. Anyone passing by wouldn't have realized that he was strumming not only to the rain but with the rain, letting it be as much a part of his song as the guitar. The slight rattle caused by the wind, roughly every three beats and the quick, decisive taps of his toes kept the music flowing.
Don't fight nature, his voice once told him. Or at least, Gabriel was sure he had a voice. It didn't exactly speak directly to him, but it was there in his mind, like the shadow by his side. He would catch stray thoughts from it as if someone else's subconscious was living inside of his head but didn't even know that Gabriel was there. It was almost as if he had a second personality.
Sfffpt. Sfffpt. Sffpt.
Gabriel looked up suddenly at the slight change of sound from outside his window. The drip that hit the roof before rolling down to the second layer of steel was muffled, as if an outstretched palm was catching the rain drop before it could fall any further.
He continued to play, but something deep inside un-nerved him. He wasn't sure why he felt the way he did, the wind could have shifted the constant drip in another direction and changed the key of the sound. The only thing was, the wind stayed the same, or so his subconscious automatically alerted him.
Remember, you are a warrior, not a child.
Was the voice in his head talking to him mind to mind? It hadn't spoken directly to him in the past, as though it didn't know it had a co-tenant. He never spoke to it, either. He didn't want to bother the voice, in case it changed their relationship. He calmed himself; there was no way his voice was speaking to him; it talked to itself a lot.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The rain patterned itself the way it had been. Gabriel took a deep breath in relief and continued to play to the sounds nature provided. He was just overreacting, his imagination was getting the better of him. Sure, he had a voice that occupied a little place in his mind.The thought of a stranger on his roof, cupping his hand to stop a rain drop he was playing to? Never.
Stand up! The voice was loud and clear, echoing through his thoughts, and was unmistakably speaking directly to him, whoever or whatever it was. Without hesitation, Gabriel rose to his feet.
The rain streaked window shattered into jagged pieces as a figure in black swooped into the room. Gabriel whacked the intruder in the stomach with his six string and rolled out of the way of his attacker. The man was stunned and gasped for breath before gathering himself and lunging for the boy. Gabriel spun behind him and grabbed the closest weapon he could find; a glass bottle on his dresser ,containing an ancient ship prototype. He smashed it on the stranger's head, watching with horror as the man fell to the ground.
Gabriel ran down the stairs to his car and pressed his foot on the gas pedal, driving swiftly toward the police station. When his nerves settled down a bit, he mentally thanked the voice that warned him of the attack. He still wasn't aware of who wanted him dead and why somebody would send a man after him. Gabriel did know one thing for sure, whoever the guiding voice belonged to that was trapped inside his mind, he hoped to be able to thank them someday in person for saving his life.
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