“Oh, okay.”
Michelle crossed her little legs and, then, closed her eyes to concentrate, but not too hard, as to fry their brains. She boosts the power of my psychic link with the two.
- SANDY! CHRIS! GET UP AND COME TO ME! NOW!
It comes across to them two of them that I am shouting in their brains. Hopefully, they respond rather quickly. And to my amazement, they actually do.
Being that I am in the same room as Sandy, makes it easier for her to get to me faster than my hubby. Sandy lifts her head and immediately sees me lying on the ground. My nightie is torn, the whole right side of my face is swollen, the side of my jaw which slammed into the hotel wall.
I am moaning as blood streaks out, in small trickles, of my mouth and right ear onto the carpet and my nightie. There are bruises and scratches all over my body. There is dried blood on my feet as well. Not my blood, thank God.
Within a matter of moments, Sandy is by my side.
“Des, what happened?”
I look at Sandy and motion for her to put her hand on the swollen part of my face. I know that it’s going to hurt. My twin hesitates. I know that she does not want me to hurt. I give her an intense look and motion again and add the motion of now by pointing my finger down rather harshly.
With a look of uneasiness and confusion, she looks at me as Chris bursts into the room.
“Where is she?” he asks.
I wave my hand as Sandy begins to touch my right, very swollen cheek.
“Sandy, don’t!” he screams. I shake a finger at him and he sees it. Chris jerks back in confusion. “You want her to…?”
I shake my head yes as I wince when the pain hits.
“Hold still or its going to hurt worse, Des.”
- Sorry. – I mentally project into Sandy’s head.
“Look, it’s okay. Please, be still. Still not used to this yet.”
- Alright. –
I feel the healing energies flow from her hand into my jaw. The bone begins to mend itself, but I see Sandy struggling with it. The exhaustion on her shows rather quickly.
“Des, I…I…can’t…do it,” she mutters as she falls to the ground with both hands on the ground as she catches her breath. Sweat pours from Sandy’s brow. “It…it’s too much.”
- You’ll be able to do it some day. Don’t worry. –
“Thanks, Des.” Sandy says looking up at me. Then, she turns towards Chris and Brandon who are off to her left. “We need to get her and ourselves dressed. I thought I could heal her jaw. But it is beyond what I can do right now.”
“Alright, Sandy,” Brandon says. “At least you tried. You still may have sped up the healing process. Who knows.”
“Come on, baby,” Chris says as he helps me onto my feet. I am still holding me busted jaw. “Let’s get you dressed, so we can take you to the Emergency Room.”
I nod my head in agreement. I have never felt such pain before.
Chapter Thirteen: The Link
7:21 AM
IT TOOK way too long to leave the local hospital. We head back to the hotel with my mouth wired shut. I have to be careful when we go out for a little while now, since that bloodthirsty beast nearly killed me. It just about kills me not to be able to talk, especially with Sandy trying her best to crack me up knowing that there is nothing that I can do. This is taking a toll on Michelle as she tries not to hear my thoughts, but she is the only one that I can really have a conversation with.
We head over to a local restaurant not too far from the hotel on our way back. Sitting in the parking lot is Kelly and Devon. The Traverse pulls into the parking lot. As I get out, she sees the extent of the damage to my jaw. Kelly’s eyes widen as she checks out my face.
“Oh, my word,” Kelly says as she see the now puffy, swollen, and very blackened right side of my jaw which is only allowing me to see out of my left eye. “I didn’t know it was this bad.”
“Actually, it was a lot worse,” Brandon says. “If it weren’t for Sandy’s abilities, Destiny probably would still be in surgery. As it was they only had to wire her jaw shut.”
“Yeah, and Sands won’t shut up,” Chris adds. “She is antagonizing Destiny which is making Michelle frustrated.”
“How so?” Devon curiously asks.
“I have telepathic powers and I’ve been hearing Destiny complain about Sandy yapping,” she softly says with a little anger in her voice which you rarely see from her.
“So why do you sound like you are older?” Kelly asks Michelle.
“It infuriates everybody that I talk this way. But to me it just seems so natural.” Michelle begins to rattle off. “Not to brag, but since you asked. I have a genius level IQ and have tested out of several grades all the way to High School.”
Kelly only seemed more confused. “But how can that be, you’re what nine?”
“For a few more days, yes,” Michelle responds politely. “But I am more a thinker than a talker anyways.”
“And somehow she wound up with psychic powers,” Chris finishes for Michelle, who looks at him very angrily. I drop to one knee as I feel the pain that is released through Michelle’s anger.
“And how did you come by those powers, Michelle?” Devon asks.
“I think I was born with them,” Michelle says sheepishly. “Honestly, I don’t know.”
Michelle gleams with pride. This sends a flood of emotions into my head. I cannot take the amount and intenseness of the emotions she is pouring into me.
Out of the corner of her eye, and everyone else’s; Michelle notices me grabbing my head in pain. Her eyes nearly bug out.
“The link!” Michelle exclaims as she turns towards me. “Did I hurt you?”
I nod my head as tears rolls down my cheeks. I try to stand, but dizziness begins to overtake me. Chris catches me before I can fall to the ground. I so wish I could talk.
- Look, Destiny, I am sorry for causing you pain. But it’s going to take time for your jaw to heal. And that was WITH Sandy helping you. –
- I know, Michelle. This is just so irritating that I can’t eat or do any other things that I enjoy. –
- Eww. Destiny, come on. I don’t need that image of my brother. –
- Sorry, Michelle, I couldn’t help it. I’m, also, getting hungry. –
- We all are. -
“Are we gonna stand out here all morning or are we gonna go in?” Michelle asks as she looks at everyone. They stare at her quizzically. “What?”
“You’re right, Miki,” Chris says. “I’m starting to get famished myself.”
“I couldn’t agree more with you, Chris.” Sandy says as a stand there with a grimacing look on my face. The pain is absolutely horrible. We all walk into the restaurant for breakfast. I barely manage to drag myself inside being tired and in a lot of pain. How am I supposed to eat with mouth wired shut? Through a straw? What a revolting development.
The twenty-something blonde waitress in a light blue shirt with name tag and black slacks shows us to our table. There are a total of seven of us, so we need a really big table. The waitress and a couple of busboys put a square table and a rectangular table together for us.
We all sit down and she hands us menus to look over. I see some rather delicious looking entrees for breakfast, but Michelle reminds me telepathically that I will not be able to enjoy them. So I decide on a strawberry banana mango smoothie. Yeah, a liquid diet for now. Great.
Everyone begins to get lost in their own conversations, tears roll down my cheeks. I lay my head on Chris’ shoulder to my left. He begins to stroke my cheek and I wince. I didn’t realize that my right cheek was that sensitive.
“Oh, sorry, Des,” he says as I look up into his eyes, my eyes begin to water. Chris is unsure of what I am trying to tell him and I nod towards Michelle.
“She says not to worry, Chris. It’s okay. She’s just sad that she cannot say anything right now,” Michelle relays from me.
Chris lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. “Are you
sure?”
I nod yes. He, then, lowers his lips onto mine and kisses me gently. My pain disappears momentarily as a feeling of euphoria overwhelms me.
“Destiny!” Michelle says from across the table. “Yuck!”
- Sorry. –
- Please, I didn’t need that image. Keep it to yourself. –
- I will do my best next time, Michelle. –
- Thank you, Des. –
- Oh, when the waitress comes around let her know that I want a strawberry banana mango smoothie. –
- Not a problem, Des. -
Within the next couple of hours, we eat our food, relax a little, and formulate a plan to capture Mickey O’Brien. There are several things which I do not like about the new plan. A - I am, once again, put in the path of the beast as bait. I swear that I have been through enough already with this beast. B – Not only will I be in harm’s way, Michelle is to join me out there this time. Unh, uh, no way. I do not like this. C – They do not want us to bring any weapons with us, just run when the beast gets close. Yeah, no good. This guy is extremely fast for his size. And I’ve barely learned that I have powers of teleportation. WE are in big doo-doo.
Chapter Fourteen: Springing the Trap
11:35 PM
WHY US? Why Michelle and I? I know that this beast knows who we are. I hope, that is not the reason the two of us are being used as bait to draw him out. And why, here, at Harrison & Son General Store?
It is dark here with only the security lights on. I am wearing a light jogging suit dark blue, purple, and teal in color with cross trainers on my feet. My hair is pulled back into a pony tail. Michelle, slightly crouched beside me, is in denim overalls, with a pink frilly shirt underneath; pink socks; and pink Sketchers shoes. I have a flashlight in hand. I flick it on.
This is the plan my family and new friends concocted earlier this morning at breakfast. Being here this late in the night doesn’t help me at all as the medicine begins to take effect. I am a little woozy. Michelle continually reminds to keep my focus. I hear a scraping sound on metal. The problem is that I cannot tell what direction it is coming from.
The sound seems to echo all around us. Not good. Then, Michelle drops to the floor her head in intense pain. She tells me she is receiving a psychic message from the beast. However, I still manage to keep standing as Michelle tells me what he said.
- He said I see you both. Your demise will be quick.-
Suddenly, a katana mystically appears in my right hand and I drop the flash light. It breaks.
A voice appears in my head. One I have never heard before.
- Girl, with my help you’ll kick his ass. -
- What should I do? –
- Let me be in control. –
- You are? –
- Olivia Firebrand. –
- You’re my… -
- Great- great-great-great-great-grandmother, yeah I know, girl. Was a hunter in my day. I was trained by samurai. –
- What was your specialty? –
- Werewolves. –
- Have at it then. –
- This’ll be fun. -
Olivia prepares my body to be ready for the forthcoming attack. Michelle looks up and a grin comes across my face. The stance Olivia puts my body in, shows the katana above my head with my arm crooked and the blade going past the side of my head towards the front of me. Furthermore, my body crouches down and bounces around a little in anticipation.
That’s when we see those big glowing red orbs in the dark. Objects begin to fly at us. We dodge the objects gracefully. I rush into action with Olivia as my guide. A smirk comes across the face of the beast. He lunges at me. I duck and slide between his legs. As I spring to my feet, I slash at the back of his left leg. The beast drops to his knee momentarily.
However, this leaves little Michelle quite vulnerable, or so I thought. As the beast charges at Michelle, she concocts a psychic shield around her entire body. The nine year old begins to lift herself off the ground. I stand in awe as I see someone completely in tune with her special abilities. Wow.
Quickly, she flies up to the catwalk. She is well out of his reach. Then, the beast howls. His pack of hell beasts make themselves known to our presence. Michelle and I are easily outnumbered ten to one. Great.
- Now what, Olivia? –
- This is not going to be easy with you unfamiliar with teleporting. –
- What?-
- We need to get the hell out of here, girl. You need to teleport to the catwalk, get Michelle, and teleport out of here. –
- Alright, here goes. –
I concentrate and instantly I am on the catwalk next to Michelle. The little girl looks up at me. She is terrified.
- Michelle, this is gonna suck. Hang on. –
- Destiny, what… -
We disappear from the General Store.
A few moments later, we reappear just outside the store in the woods. A big furry wolf walks up to us and looks up at Michelle as if trying to communicate. Michelle has a confused look on her face as she tries to understand the different voices in her head.
- What’s going on? – A young reddish brown furry wolf asks us.
- He was there. – Everyone in the pack mind begins to mumble. I look at them sternly and they quiet down. – He was not alone. The rest of his hell hound pack was there too. –
- How many? – A middle aged female voice asks.
- About twenty I’d say give or take a few. Right, Michelle? –
- Yeah, right, Des… - Michelle says just before her psychic link breaks and she collapses to the ground.
Great now how am I going to communicate with them.
The young auburn wolf looks up at me as if trying to ask a question. I shrug my shoulders and nod. I wonder what exactly he was asking.
He, then, takes off. I guess he is leaving to go find Devon. The auburn wolf is gone not more than two minutes, when we all hear the hell hounds laughing. They have found both Michelle and I. Even with the help of Devon’s pack, I am still outnumbered a little over two to one.
My worst fears are realized when I see HIM again. No, not now
“Now you will die,” the biggest werewolf, with patches of green in his fur, gutturally says to me. He, then, starts laughing.
A wry smile comes across my face as the other members of Devon’s pack growls at the hell hounds. I motion with my free hand for the beast to take his best shot at me. I continue to bounce back and forth in my ready stance. This makes the huge beast before me irritated.
The beast charges at me as I bend down and teleport Michelle out of the action. The beast looks confused when I teleport back in and strike the beast with my blade right along his back. He turns to strike me and I disappear again.
I reappear, in front of him, and strike him in the lower left leg. The beast falls and I disappear. As he gets up, I use my knee and hit him right in the muzzle. The beast stumbles backwards in pain. Blood flows from its nose. The beast uses its big paws to cover its nose from the pain. He, then, lets out a huge roar as he shakes the blood from his nose everywhere. He snorts and roars loudly as if giving a command to his pack. The hell hounds begin to step away from Devon’s pack, Michelle, and I.
As I catch my breath, the beast and his pack make a strategic retreat. However, this battle did not go without having fallen on either side of the fight. Two of the smaller, younger members of Devon’s pack are slaughtered as were four hell hounds. Also, several other hell hounds retreat with serious wounds. A huge trail of blood is left behind.
The pack begins to change back into their human forms. They are from all walks of life, both men and women. None is ashamed of who they are. The pack, bare-naked, begins to head toward the back of the General Store. I follow them with a barely conscious Michelle in tow. And let me tell you, it was not a pretty sight to see some of those naked bodies, especially, the bodies of the older folk.
I see each one of them receive a duffel bag as they enter the back door to the building. A
t first, I am unable to see who is handing out the bags. However, as I round the corner, I see that it is Brandon handing out the bags. But why? Why is he handing out the bags? I haven’t seen hide or hair of Devon or Kelly. Where could they be?
Chapter Fifteen: My Worst Fears
Saturday, March 23rd, 2013 8:30 AM
IT HAS been several days since we have heard word from Devon and Kelly. All of us are pretty much healed from our wounds. Why is it that we have not heard word from Devon and his wife? I wake up to a crashing sound out in the lobby of the hotel. We all run out in our pajamas, not having chance to change. In the lobby we find a small young man bruised, battered and nude. There is blood coming from his many deep cuts that are slowly healing. We recognize him. He is the one who left to get Devon and Kelly to help us out a few nights ago.
Brandon looks up at the rather surprised desk clerk in her maroon and white uniform. “Get me a blanket, please.”
“Sure thing,” she says as she rushes off into the office just behind the desk. Quickly the brunette curly locked desk clerk returns with an off-white blanket. She, then, hands it to Brandon. “Here you go.”
“Thank you, um, what’s your name?” Brandon says as he passes the blanket on to our young friend.
“It’s Tina.”
“Thanks, Tina. I’m Brandon.”
“So, Brandon, who’s your friend here?”
“Good question.”
The rather weak naked guy is wrapped in a blanket as he struggles to get up. “My name is Cameron James. I am a member of Harrison’s pack.”
“So, what happened the other night? I know you left to go get Devon and Kelly for support.”
“That’s right,” he says as he sits down in a nearby chair. “But there was a problem, we were ambushed. I was lucky to get away. Unfortunately, Devon and Kelly are still being held captive.”
“Where does the beast have them stashed?”
“No beast, I left out a part.”
“Oh?” Chris says with furrowed brow.
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