Secret Creature

By James Aa. Keister

Amber and Nora, twin sisters in body and mind, see these creatures that people hide. using these powers of sight, they discover that they have more than meets the eye. Trying to hide their own secrets, they are found out.
Dr. Ryis of the supernatural science lab,want their powers, and will do or kill whoever,if neccessary. Always chasing the girls, trying to capture that power.
The girls find love, death and that staying on the run is their best defense. As two become one in mind, body and soul. But in the end, that which they tried so hard to hide, finds it's way out. Can it be controlled, contained? can the beast be put back into the box?

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Aa. Keister
• Release date: Sep 6, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465770288

James Aa. Keister

James Aa. Keister, was born and lives in Monroe, Michigan. An artist in both the arts and music. Letting this strong sense of talent flourish over into his writings. With an imaginative endorsement of realism that brings forth an ever flowing twist to his novels.

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Prologue

Can you see the hidden face that all people secretly wear? The true face of their adversity. Is everyone really two people? One, the person they want you to see and the second, the secret person within. In ever adverse face.

I believe that everyone has that secret creature inside of them. A creature deep down inside where they keep their secret selves. And I think that our secret creatures see things our eyes can't.

Things our eyes refuse to let us see. And I believe they see things in others that they refuse to let show.

It's these creatures that pull our lives the way in which they tend for us to go. And the more we learn about the complexity of it, the more faith we will need in ourselves.

Some seem to suggest that faith involves believing passionately in something for which there is no solid evidence. Assured expectation of things we hope for. The evident demonstration of realities not beheld. So genuine faith is not mere gullibility, but solid evidence of reasonable assurance.

In the face of such stunningly unfavorable odds, how could anyone with any sense of honesty, appeal to try and chance interactions as the evident explanation for the complexity we observe in the living and call it faith. It's the rejection of the path paved,not the hard evidence and careful logic. But by hopeful, real assumptions and conjectures. Drawing the fact that there was some sort of preexisting intelligent life that had appeared on earth. Whether good or evil, that gave way to the belief that somehow the world is much more complicated than can be explained only by recourse to intelligent cause. Yet the supernatural defies reasonable explanation.

Though you may not be ale to see these secret creatures that lie within a person. My sister and I can. We see what others hold deep inside themselves. Afraid to let them be seen. These observable features of the natural world can be adequately explained. But not the supernatural we held.

Maybe it's some myriad chemical reaction that our DNA needs to precisely stage its formed building blocks that make us this way. Because the calculated odds of this spontaneous formation of basic DNA molecules essential for such an apparent life, let alone two, are so tiny that it's considered mathematically impossible.

Yet this is what we have become despite being morally unacceptable. We were orphaned at age six and for the next six years we were thrown from one home to another. It seemed that no one wanted us. Together or apart.

Few of us are able to escape the mundane pressures of everyday life, which can lead to frustration and a pessimistic outlook. Despite the difficulties, optimism is worth cultivating. Optimism is described as, a hopeful view or disposition, a tendency to expect a favorable outcome! But it does not mean we should deny reality. The reality of what we have become. That which tends to scare most.

Rather than try and explain or examine, we accepted the matter. Then as circumstances allow, we take action to try and change or improve our situation.

A pessimistic person, on the other hand, often blames herself for the adversity. She assumes that her own misfortune is permanent and that it comes from her own stupidity, incompetence or poor image of herself.

As a result, she resigns herself to failure. But we had no time for any such failure or for the everyday sorrows of evil. We had to deal with the situations we could control and try to accept those we could not.

So we taught ourselves. Jealously guarding our secret. Because society depended on such fashionable appearances of normalcy. So breaking our custom of guarded secrets would have proven fatal. In doing so was like pushing a red hot iron rod down our throats.

In one sense, we could easily hide the fact that we saw what others could not. And in the other, it was our emotions that gave it away.

The ability to foresee all potential causes of harm, having the power to intercede, proved to be an adverse factor. We knew that God made the sun to rise on both the wicked and the good. He made it rain upon the righteous people and the unrighteous. So somethings were better left to their own demise. The secrets we bore, helped us to save lives. But the more we helped the more we began to put people in harms way. It made a disaster out of something that before, was just a natural event. But the human factor can always turn.

SECRET CREATURES

Chapter One

Nora... Nora... are you awake? Sitting up in her bed, Amber listened intently to the conversation that transpired in the rooms just beyond her door.

Nora remained asleep. Not much bothered her unless it was important. Then she was the one who could not sleep. So Amber sat and listened. She could hear a man, maybe two. Talking to her foster mother.

Has she had anymore occurrences?" The man asked.

None that I know of, or at least that she has shown.

What of the other?

Nothing there either.

Okay, and she has been taking the medicine I gave you?

Yes.

Good, now listen. There is going to be someone from the Government coming here in a few days. To do an assessment on the situation at hand. Make sure you let them know if anything else has transpired. Okay?

I will. She answered.

Amber heard the hard clad shoes thump their way down the hardwood floor and out the door. Then the return of her foster mother. Coming toward her room to check up on her.

So she jumped back into bed and slipped under the blanket. Looked over at Nora who was clearly still in dream land sleeping. And closed her eyes, just as her door creaked open and she felt the soft touch of a hand on her hair, then her door clicking shut.

Amber thought of Mrs. Tallis, her foster mother. She was a good person, but she did not like Amber and she knew it. She held the dark wings that seem to wrap like a cloak around her shoulders. Amber could see them. And the dark colors that seem to paint the walls and floor whenever Mrs. Tallis was around. It would follow her just like her shadow. Amber knew it was bad, but she was only twelve. Nora too. And there was nothing either of them could do.

Amber sat up in bed and glared over to the pillow next to her, but Nora slept. So Amber laid back, closed her eyes and before long she too was fast asleep. Hoping the ugly dreams would not come. Nora never had bad dreams. She always said that hers were of bright colors and things like butterflies.

Chapter Two

As the morning sun broke through the clear glass of the window, it splayed out over Nora's face like a dancing rainbow. Blinking, Nora managed to open her tired eyes. She felt as if she had slept good last night, despite the bouncing that Amber had done with her tossing and turning. Amber must have been up late, she was still asleep.

So Nora clambered out of bed. Put on her shirt, pants and shoes. Off she went down to the kitchen. She climbed up into a chair as Mary, her foster mother, turned and said. Good morning.

Good morning mother. She returned in her singsong voice.

Well Nora, what would you like for breakfast?

M mm...some of what I smell would be nice.

Then pancakes it is.

I'm sorry, but Amber is still asleep, so she might miss breakfast. Nora stated.

Oh, that's okay. Let her sleep as long as she wants to. Mary said back while sliding a stack of freshly flipped pancakes onto a plate and setting it in front of her. Then sliding the maple syrup and butter over in front of her plate.

Mary turned toward the refrigerator and got out the milk for Nora. Pouring her a glass. Then sat watching her eat. Nora always did have a healthy appetite. Smiling at the young girl Mary asked.

Nora? Waiting to get the girls full attention.

We are to have guest over later today. Would it be possible for you to show them the trick you do?"

It's no trick mother. It always comes naturally, but only for some. Others like you can't see it.

Why not? Mary asked.

Don't know. She shrugged. Amber says she can see yours.,but I can't.

So with some people you can see and others she has too?."Nodding her head, Nora went back to her meal.

But if you could this time, I mean, see something. Will you let them know about it? Mary inquired.

Nora nodded again. Nora finished her breakfast and ran off upstairs, leaving the mess for her mother.

Amber are you awake?

Yeah.

Good I had breakfast. So If you want some you better head downstairs.

I'm not hungry.

Okay.

Nora, last night I heard mother talking to someone. I tried to wake you, but you didn't want to wake up."

What did they say?" Nora asked.

Something about some government people coming here about us, and you know we can't let them know.

"I know. Mother asked