Chapter 9 - The Visit

Lucas didn’t want to scare his father with his new look. He was really scared that his father would see his new look and scream or even disown him. But his fear didn’t come to life. His father was still seeing his lovely son whom he has always loved and will always love. He kissed Lucas on the forehead and helped him up.

Lucas wasn’t sure if his father was in his right sense. ‘Who will see a monster and will not run away from such monster?’ His thought can’t make any sense to him as well as he quickly rushed to the mirror only to realize, he was looking normal, with no fangs, no claws, and no glowing eyes. He stares at the mirror for a few seconds and then grinned.

“Any problem son?” asked Detective White.

“Not at all, I’m fine.”

“Good, then you have to return to your bed. You need to have enough rest.”

“Alright dad,” Lucas replied putting up a cute smile. He wasn’t sure of what happened and what he did to make himself look normal again. Perhaps what he saw at first wasn’t real but just an illusion. On second thought, he thought he was seeing things because of the trauma he has passed through. But one thing is certain, his wounds have been healed completely and that still marvels him.

He slowly climbs the bed and lies down as his father covers him. “I will let the doctor know you are awake so he can get your breakfast for you and necessary medication. I still have work to do.” Detective White still hasn’t forgotten his encounter last night at Route 9. He wants to find the young man dressed in a blown tunic and know what the young man was talking about. At the same time, he didn’t want his son to know of his encounter, he just wanted to keep it low until he comes to concrete findings.

After Detective White left, Lucas climbed down the bed and walks back to the toilet. He still can’t believe his wounds are healed but how it happened, he can’t figure out. Humans take time to heal especially one that has fatally been wounded. But this wasn’t so with the case of Lucas. He stares himself through the mirror trying to make sure his eyes aren’t deceiving him. “How is this possible?” he mutters below his breath.

Lucas made up his mind not to bother himself about the quick healing. He reluctantly walks back to his ward. As he was about to climb his bed, he heard a strange voice behind him. “Hello, Lucas!”

In fear, he flicked around. He wasn’t expecting anyone not to talk of a stranger. Before him, stood a lady with glossy skin, she was putting on a white flowing gown and her hair was gray. Lucas narrowed his eyes on her. “Who are you?” he asked with his eyes fixed on the lady.

“I’m sorry the way I walked in on you. Forgive my manners. My name is Bonnie.” She offered her hand for a shake to Lucas.

“I don’t remember you.”

“I know that’s because we have not met in person.”

“Met in person?” Lucas asked with curiosity. If they have not met in person that means they have spoken on the phone or social media. Either way, Lucas can’t remember speaking with anyone over the phone or on social media with the name, ‘Bonnie.’

“There are a lot of explanations to make; I hope you will give me the chance to do that?”

“That depends.”

“Then I should sit first.” Bonnie makes her way to the wooden chair next to Lucas’ bed and made herself comfortable on the chair. She crossed her leg and gestured at Lucas to sit on his bed.

“Let’s get on with this, shall we?”

“Did you receive my letter?”

“What letter?”

“I wrote to…”

Before Bonnie could finish speaking, Lucas drove back her words. “Wait a minute!” Lucas cried out as he adjusts on the bed. “Are you the one that sent that letter with only five written words?”

“There are not just ordinary five written words. They are beyond it.”

“Are you an angel?” Lucas asked. Her dressing shows she could be only that she has no wings and she is in her twenties which might seem impossible. Lucas narrowed down his gaze on her, “Tell me, are you an angel?” he asked again with curiosity.

“I’m not an angel but a witch of the white clan.”

Lucas quickly rose to his feet with his mind flashing back to the last sermon of his pastor. His pastor has quoted the Holy Scripture that says, ‘Suffer not a witch to live.’ If Bonnie is who she says she is, then Lucas has no option but to ask her to leave. “I can’t sit and discuss with you, so if you do not mind, you have to leave right now.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Bonnie rose to her feet and continued. “A white clan witch does not impose any threat on anyone. You need to hear what I have to say.”

“There’s nothing you will say I will listen to. So you better start leaving.” When Lucas moved into New Orleans, he has heard of witches engaging in a fierce fight in the quarters. This fight was described by the police department as a ‘supernatural fist.’ However, after weeks of the police department getting involved, the battle came to a halt.

Bonnie didn’t want to live Lucas in the dark with recent happenings around him. She is one of the good witches in New Orleans taking after her mother and grandmother after they were mercilessly killed. “You have no idea what’s coming.”

“I don’t care!” Lucas replied turning away from Bonnie.

“I think you have to listen to what I have to say.”

“The only thing I’m listening to is my pastor’s voice repeating over and over in my head telling me not to suffer a witch to live. If you do not live right now, I will commit an act of murder fulfilling the Holy Scripture.”