The Talon Family
The Kiss of the Witch Doctor
February
Draft_2
By: Chase L. Currie
Michael found the room where the crying was coming from in the madhouse or as people have come to called it the Devil’s house and knocked lightly. The crying stopped followed by the sound of some standing up and coming to the door. She slowly opens it to stare up at the tall man that Michael was, he tried his best to smile down at her.
“Hello,” he said. “I hope you are real.”
“Are you?” She asked. Her lips were blue and her dark skin dripping in sweat from the sickness, but she seems to be fine from the way she was talking and moving. The sickness was running through her body, but it was doing nothing to damage her.
“Yes, I am,” he said. “Who are you?”
“Chelsea,” she said. “And you?”
“Michael Talon,” he told her. “I met your mother and read your letter.”
“You what?” She asked opening the door all the way in the dull room. She stepped back as he steps in.
“We went to your mother’s house looking for you,” he told her looking at the ancient bed against the wall. “We are trying to stop the Blue Kiss.” He looked down at her and asked, “Why is he not trying to kill you?”
“Because Maggie,” Chelsea said. “She asked him to spare me. So, he let me live, but living in Hell isn’t much of a life.”
“What do you know about him?” Michael asked. ” Do you know his name?”
“I kn---” The house shook a cry of vile hatred making Chelsea run to her bed and crawl under it. She started to shake like a dog being beaten by her master. She covers her ears as Michael turns to face the door with the cry growing louder by the second. He creaked his knuckles readying himself for a fight. He stood there turning to the side and keeping his arms down but ready to attack. One the great things about growing up in his family is he learn all kinds of master arts, from Kung Fu, Krave Mage, all the way to Jeet Kune Do his favorite. He always thought Bruce Lee just looked cool in the old movies before he was about to fight.
The scream grew closer right outside the door but then stopped dead in its’ tracks. Michael ready himself to face whatever was about to walk into the room, but nothing came. A loud cried from under the bed force him to turn on his heels rushing over to Chelsea. He tossed the bed away like a blanket to find her holding for dear life. A hole under her had open, and she was being sucked into it.
“Save me,” she cried out.
Michael reached down pulling up on her arms, but the more he pulled, the more the hole try to take her. She yelps from the pain of her arms almost pulling out from her body. “I have to let go,” he told her seeing tears build up in her eyes, “but I will find you.”
“The basement,” she told him. “They are in the basem---” and then she was gone. The hole was no more, and Michael stood there holding nothing but air.
“The basement, huh?” Michael said to the floor. “Now, I know where to go.”
He started back down the hall to where he hoped the stairs were when the voice started talking beside him. “You are not going to try and save your family?”
“If you knew my family,” he said, “then you would be running for your life.”
“I do not fear anything.”
“I didn’t know you were a fool,” he said to the voice.
“You child have no idea what I am,” the voice hissed into his ear as he turns down the hallway to face a wall. “You will never be free from this Hell.”
He didn’t say a word turn back the way he came and started walking, only to find another wall at the end of the hall. He sighed doing this little trick about four times before giving up and leaning against the wall thinking.
The voice laughed thought the house. Michael nodded looking down at his feet. The floor under him was real, so lets see if the demon could put a wall beneath him. He started punching a hole in the floor waiting until he fell to the level below landing in a room with no door.
“You think I’m going to let you be free,” the voice said as Michael picked himself up.
He walked over to one of the walls and started punching holes into it looking for the supports, once he found one he pulled it out from the wall. He started doing the same again moving faster, moving down the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“We both you are bound to this house,” he said ripping another support free. “If the house goes then so does you.”
“And you and your family.”
“There might be a chance we will live,” he said back to the nothingness. “We have been through worst.”
He pulled another support free from the wall, and the voice grunted in pain. “Stop it.”
“I’ll make a deal with you,” Michael said knowing devils and demons love making deals for souls and most of all power. “I want to see you in your true form, and I’ll stop.”
“You believe you can defeat me if you see me?” The voice asked followed by a deep laugh.
“One way to find out,” Michael said putting more holes into the wall.
“I will tear the flesh from your bones,” the demon said, “drink your blood and make you watch your heart being pulled from your chest.”
“Sounds like a fun date,” he mocked the voice, and then the door to the room open beckoning him to come and find the devil of the house.
(Writer’s Notes: I do not like the way this story has ended up, but I had to see it through. I think, this may be the weakest Talon story so far.)
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