Chapter
Seven
Revelations
I
sat downstairs flipping through the TV stations. Animal planet? No. TruTV? No. Hell’s
kitchen reruns? I think so. Being that there was nothing else on I watched
the wicked Chef Gordon Ramsey curse and holler at a woman with blonde hair
about her raw steak “ Its bloody raw!!” Ramsey yelled throwing
the pan across the kitchen.” Get out of my kitchen you incompetent pig!”
“That
man may be harsh, but I bet he could cook for the Gods.” My grandma said from
the hall way. “He’d have to,” I said, “because he’d find fault with the Gods
food if they made it.” “Ah, truer words
were never spoken maybe.” She chuckled. “So why are you up Joey. Shouldn’t you
be in bed? You have school tomorrow.”
I
shrugged, “I suppose. I’m just not tired. Maybe it’s just the nap I took on the
couch earlier.” We stayed up for a while
watching Ramsey insult the chefs who scurried around like scared mice. Then my
Grandma got up and when to the kitchen. After she got something to eat she told
me goodnight and not to stay up too late.
I watch another rerun and then looked at the clock. 11:59. I
laid down on the couch. I hoped to sleep
without dreaming. Epic Fail.
I
dreamed I was in school, the gym to be exact, shooting hoops with Eric. When he
dropped the ball and looked at me. “Dude what’s wrong.” “Joey it’s me, Amy.” I
backed away, “why are you in Eric.” “ I wanted a break from my other meat-suit.” I grimaced, “meat – suit?” She/he laughed. “Yes a meat suit. The person I
was wearing. A vessel. It has many
names. Well maybe not vessel. Last I checked for it to be a vessel it has to
give permission to enter. Ah, tomato tomahto, right?” I just frowned. “Well,” She/he said,” this is
an improvement. Your talking to me!” I
never got the chance to reply.
I
woke up to the screams Kay from her room. I flew up the stair, taking two steps
at a time. I got to her door and tried
to open it, but it was locked. I stepped back and kicked it as hard as I could
and it flung open. I saw Kay laying on
her bed. “Kay! Wake up.” I screamed and shook her. My grandma walked in. Tears
streamed out of my eyes. “Kay, please.” I whispered. My grandma looked at me
and whispered, “get help.”
We
spent the rest of the night and most of the next day on the ICU. They told us
we should go home and get some rest but I refused to leave my sisters side. The
doctor told us she was in a coma, and not the first patient of her age in the hospital
under similar circumstances. Apparently something was causing children to fall
under a coma mysteriously. After
listening to the doctor talk to Grandma I learned the first two were siblings,
and the second two were, adopted in the same family. This is what made them
think it was contagious. This then prompted my Grandma to half drag me out of
the hospital in fear I’d catch it too. I put up a good fight, but my Grandma
plus three nurses were just too powerful to fight without hurting myself or one
of the, so I gave up.
I
lay in bed unable to sleep. I kept thinking about Kay and if she was going to
be alright. I was about to fall asleep when my cell rang. I picked it up and
seen the number was blocked. I opened it
and said,” Hello, Who is this?”
It
was the mystery man. “ Get out of your room now! Hurry it’s coming.” “Wait what’s coming ?” “Run. You idiot RUN. Unless
you want to and up like Kayla.” As I looked
up a seen a branch like hand in the window, and instinct took over. I ran like I’ve
never ran before. As soon as I got down stairs a group of three people ran through
the door and up the stairs. I heard the muffled shots of guns and when I see a
black hooded figure scale the side of the house, and run across the yard before
disappearing in the alley across the street. Omg! What the heck was that. The three came down stairs. Surprisingly I recognized
them from the school. They stood there and looked at me. The one in front
stepped forward. They all wore black
clothing and carried Winchester handguns.
There were two guys and a girl. The guy
who had stepped forward and said, “Do… Not…I repeat…Do…Not tell anyone what you saw tonight.”
“Okay.
But only if you tell me what exactly it was I saw.” I said puzzled. “They all
exchanged looks and then the other two nodded. “Fine,” he said reluctantly, “but
you better sit down.”
“Okay so the thing that you saw was a Shtriga. It steals life energy. Usually from
children and siblings or kids of the same house. We aren’t sure why it would have attacked you
though, you’d usually be too old for it.” When I looked puzzled the girl piped
up, “ usually it attacks kids from 5-15 and fifteens pushing it. Kay was an easy
target because of the trauma of losing her parents, but even so she was almost
too old to fit the description.” The other guy kind of laughed and said, “luckily
we discovered that age wasn’t as important as we had thought or you’d been a Shtriga’s
midnight snack.”
“Okay
so either you guys are crazy, or I’m crazy.” I said. To be honest I was
starting to freak out. This can’t be happening. It’s not possible. They spent the rest of the night explaining to
me about the secret world of monsters and demons. Thought they didn’t mention
Amy, when they spoke of demons the oldest gave me a knowing look.
“Metaphorically
speaking everything you say is real. What can you do about it?” I asked. The
other guy who introduced his self as Micheal said, “ it is real, and we kill them.” “Kill them?”
“Yes.”
“So If you…kill them, how?” I asked. “Well it’s
different for almost every creature.” “Okay oh and who are you anyway?”
They kind of smirked and they all
said at the same time, “ We are a secret society of protectors.” “uh-huh?” “ We
are called Hunters.”
No comments:
Post a Comment