The Talon Family The Kiss of the Witch Doctor Part 10

The Talon Family

The Kiss of the Witch Doctor

February

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By: Chase L. Currie

Michael stood alone in a room covered in blood with the bodies of chickens everywhere. He turned looking for the door but couldn’t find it the candlelight. The flames danced against the walls like a mad murder of blood-hungry crows waiting to feast on the copper smell filling the air. The blood was fresh or, so his nose told him, but he was dealing with magic, and magic could make anything seem real.

                There was something wet on his hands, something that wasn’t there before. He closed his eyes not wanting to look down and told himself to stay calm. He had to stay calm when dealing with any kind of spell. He opens his eyes lifting his hands seeing blood dripping from them. He sighed trying to keep his heart rate low. He lowers his hands back to his side looking down to see the body of the man who went to hurt Sesily. He was dead, killed by Michael’s strength. He hit the man one time sending him to the afterlife.

                “This is not real,” Michael calmly told himself.

                “You are an odd one,” a voice mixed with a girl softness and the hard tones of an elder man, who has seen too many horrors in his life said. “You and the others are not like these fools running around the city.”

                “Show yourself,” Michael said knowing he would have to get the demon’s name before he could defeat him. If it was a demon, he was dealing with in this madhouse.

                “You are not ready to see me.” The voice said.

                Michael sighed and stepped over the body heading for the closest wall. The demon or whatever this thing was, was going to play its games and he was not in the mood to play any games. He stepped up to the wall and hit it, punching a hole right into like hitting snow, and then he started pushing a hole open for him to get out of the room. Right before the hole was biggest for him a black dog with red eyes jumped at him, biting and snarling. Michael jumped back reading himself for a fight as the dog stepped into the room growing in size.       

                The dog circles him waiting for the order to attack. Michael stood in the middle of the room again not moving but waiting.

                “You came here to stop me,” the voice said, “to stop all the children from giving me life.”

                “Well, you are killing some of them.”

                “A price I’m willing to pay,” the voice said with a grin.

                “Should I ask why you are doing this?” Michael asked watching the dog’s red eyes.

                “They try to stop me once before,” the thing said. “All the people of this city came to burn my house down because I needed the souls of a few. They killed my family, my children, and I’m here to take their children, to burn their houses down once I have enough power.”

                “You could have just said revenge,” Michael hissed jumping at the dog and wrestling it to the ground. The dog fought back with all its might, but he wasn’t strong enough. Michael pin it to the floor breaking its neck watching the dog fade from existence. “You are going to have to try harder,” Michael said heading for another wall. The hole before had healed up while he was fighting the dog.

                “Oh, I see that now.”

                Michael punched the wall hearing a blood-curdling scream coming from the other side and seeing his hand painted in red. He pulled his fist back looking at the hole which was right through the wall but into the back of someone. He stepped away not believing his eyes when Raphael’s face fell in front of the hole.

                “No,” he said to himself or loud out, he was not sure anymore. “It is not real.” But it felt real to him. It felt like a person on the other side of the wall. If the monster were smart, he would have blinded him to the fact there could be one of his family members in another room trying to get free as well. He could have killed his brother, but it wasn’t real. It was all a game, a spell, not a real event. He didn’t punch a hole into his brother.

                “Did I do it?” He asked himself. He could have done it. He dropped to his knees looking at the blood on his hand.

                The voice said nothing more, but he felt as if it left the room.

                “Fight this,” he told himself. “It is a spell and nothing more, fight this, get up and fight.” He is a Talon and Talons fight. They have always fought for everything in their lives. They don’t give up because giving up means people died. He knew, without a shadow of a doubted, his brother and sisters were fighting too, right now. He couldn’t give in to some spell. He had to get up and move.

                He slowly started to grow to his feet as the feeling of the spell pushed down on his emotions trying to make him believe he killed his brother. The more he fought, the more the spell pushed back which meant to him it wasn’t real. He didn’t really kill his brother. It was all a part of the illusion.

                He stood up feeling the weight of the world on his back, but it didn’t stop him. He pushed and pushed because he was stronger than anything or anyone in this world. He got to his feet taking a step forward breaking the spell around him. The door flashed into the room with a hole the size of his fist in it.

              He tried opening the locked door but then knock it down with one light hit of his knuckles. He was free, but free into what? “Out of the pot into the fire?” He asked himself. He looked down the hallway having no idea where to go or where the others were trapped at if they were trapped at all. He was about to start walking when the sound of someone crying filled his ears asking him to come see what was the matter. So, Michael did what any good hero would have done, followed the sounds.