Soul Delivery (English)

Soul Delivery Part 3

While Heka was at Ansel’s house, he settled in his brother’s room, who had died. His gaze was fixed on a photo and Ansel realized it.

“That’s my brother, Hansel,” Ansel said.

Heka held the photo and took it. In the photo they wore poncho of the same color. It was like an old photo. He took notice.

They were indeed a witch family.  They seemed love everything about wizard knowledge. There were many collections of witchcraft from different countries that they collected.

Their childhood faces were different. But when he grew up, Ansel’s face changed to look like his brother's. In the photo, everyone must think that the old one was Ansel.

 “Where is he?” Heka asked. He had never seen Ansel’s brother at all. Even though he had visited Ansel’s house several times.

 “He was dead.”

Afterward, Heka became guilty and shouldn’t ask or bring it up. Because he knew and understood how he had lost someone. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Here, lie down in bed,” Ansel said.

He obeyed what Ansel said. He laid down. He looked at the syringe that Ansel held.

It was time to take blood out. He noticed Ansel how he did it. Ansel did very well, as he was used to it.

Under the bed, there was a large bowl to resettle the blood that came out. It was very clear, the blood had to be taken in a large amount. He was curious about what the blood was for.

 “The bowl is very big. What do they use my blood for? Will they use it for an offering or…??”

Then, Ansel explained everything to him about what would happen to his body until he would finally get a soul delivery. But he didn’t tell him what they were going to be with that much blood.

He just harbored the for everything he thought without asking. So, it could make things clearer. He thought it was all unnecessary because he had given up and entrusted his life to them.

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Heka was laid down for five minutes and the blood came out of her body. He didn’t feel weak at all. But the wrist punctured by the needle felt stiff and numb.

He saw his blood coming out through the bowl flowing profusely. It was an ordinary bowl. It didn’t has a volume chart. It made him completely unable to know how much blood he had shed.

While he was lying down, he looked at the clock. He counted how long it took his blood to come out.

Five minutes later, the soreness in the wrist spread throughout the hand. His hands really seemed to freeze. He couldn’t even feel any nerves in his hand anymore.

Exactly five minutes later, Ansel came. He checked Heka and asked him. “Your blood that comes out has reached half a bowl. How about your body? Are you okay? Your hands must be sore.”

“I’m fine. After all, I was just lying down.” Heka said to reduce Ansel’s anxiety. But it was useless. Even though he was really fine, Ansel couldn’t believe it at all.

“You don’t have to lie. How could someone who lost blood be fine? Okay, I’ll go out first. I’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”

But it was true, he didn’t feel anything at all. Even though he lost a lot of blood, he didn’t feel dizzy at all.

The only part of the paralyzed body was only his  hand pricked by a needle.

After Ansel went out, he looked down and saw a bowl full of blood. He could hardly believe that his body would bleed that much.

He looked back at the clock. The hour hand showed exactly 08.00 pm. He began to realize that there was only one hand that was moving. It was the front one, the second hand. While the other did not move at all.

 “Maybe the wall clock is broken,” he thought.

Heka closed his eyes. He felt sleepy. He found himself eager to sleep. He actually forced himself to stay awake and not to fall asleep.

His eyes must be opened. Can’t be closed.

That was what he said to himself.

But he gasped and tried to stay awake at first. At that time, the clock on the wall showed 08.15 pm. He felt very strange.

He was sure that he could keep himself from falling asleep. He realized that his eyes were open. “It’s not useless, isn’t it? But why does it move so fast? Did I just fall asleep? Is it possible that in just one blink you can jump for 15 minutes?”

He heard the sound of footsteps. They were Ansel and his Grandpa on the way here.

When they entered, he tried to get up. But his body felt stiff and numb. He couldn’t move his body at all. “What happened to my body? Is it because of the effect of bleeding?”

Grandpa held Heka’s wrist and checked his pulse. Then he told Ansel to remove the needle. “Ansel, remove the syringe.”

“After this your hands will feel very sore,” Ansel said, after removing the syringe from his hand. But it was true, not only were his hands sore, but his whole body was sore and completely immovable.

Grandpa said, “Lit down first, you must be very weak. Hold on for a while, because soon your body will be back to power.”

Heka replied in a very low voice, “Mr. McVeigh, Ansel, thank you very much.”

“It’s okay. Just take a rest first.”

After that, they left. He noticed the blood in the bowl. Actually, he was still wondering what they would do with the blood.

But he could no longer think about anything. His eyes felt very tired and seemed to force him to fall asleep.

He tried to close his eyes for a minute. Then they opened it.

At that time, there was a very bright and dazzling light. The light was very similar to the light when he was at the mall and met Ansel for the first time.

Something odd happened to him. He seemed to be walking. Although he didn’t remember when he got out of bed at all. He felt that he had not woken up at all.

 “Am I dreaming?” he convinced himself that he was sleeping and dreaming. Unwittingly, he was not sleeping or dreaming at all.

He was still awake. However, he didn’t know for sure what was going on to him. The surroundings were full of white light. There was nothing he could see except for a very dazzling white shadow.

He raised his hand. He noticed and felt the white light surrounding him. The light was very bright as the sun’s light. But it didn’t feel hot at all. It was really cool like fog.

But it was not fog. His hands did not feel any small drops of water or the wind in the mist. However, he still kept going. He hoped the white light would disappear soon.