Dedicated to AYOMI-KAGAMOSHIKO (Don't let temptation ruin your exams, sis. Good luck, my genius friend! ^^)
Ash Wednesday
Catherine's POV:
As we try to free Father Jean from the grip of the possessed boy, I saw a ray of light...I turned around and noticed...that the Imee's hands...is now glowing, particularly the wounds that she receives this morning. And from her hands, a sweet scent flows out that warms the room...it's been mysteriously cold in this room while the possessed boy is being held.
"WELL...WELL, PERHAPS THERE'S ANOTHER ONE WHO WILL CHALLENGE ME...OTHER THAN THIS PUNY PRIEST!"
The possessed boy let go of Father Jean from his grip...and stood up from the chair! I mean, the boy was perfectly strangled in the chair that there is no chance of setting himself free! But look...he's untied in just a moment!
And right now...the possessed boy is heading towards Imee!
"Imee! Watch out!" Anthony quickly stands in front of Imee and protects her. "Don't you dare hurt Ime-aaaah!!!"
"Get out of my way!" The possessed boy punches Anthony out of his way before stopping in front of Imee's wheelchair. And in a supernatural effort, he grabs Imee by her neck, strap her out of the wheelchair and lift her up...asphyxiating her...
"IMEE!!!" ...as everyone of us watch in horror.
"HMM...YOUR ARMS AND LEGS...JUST LIKE TASSELS, HUH? PSH...YOU, A LIFELESS DOLL, WANTS TO CHALLENGE ME?!?!" The possessed boy taunts our poor Imee. "YOU KNOW, PRINCESS, YOU SHOULDN'T STANDING IN OUR WAY...I MEAN YOU CAN'T STOP THE TERRORS FROM COMING INTO TOWN! THERE WOULD BE PLAGUES COMING INTO ALL OF YOU...EACH IS WORST THAN THE LAST...AND NOBODY CAN'T STOP IT...NOT EVEN YOUR BELOVED...GOD! BWAHAHAHA!!!"
As I helplessly watches how the possessed boy chokes her into her doom...I saw a reddish part on her clothes. It comes from the patched wound on her side...as something like blood is forming from it. Her blood gradually accumulates into her clothes...until it begins to drip down...
"IT'S USELESS TO RESIST! YOU CAN STOP NOTHING! NUISANCES LIKE YOU DESERVES TO DI-AAAAAAH!!!!!"
Imee's drop of blood fell into the exposed leg of the possessed boy...and it fizzles like a coke. The boy collapses...letting go of Imee, as he agonizes in presumably pain.
"Imee!" Anthony quickly reacts and stands up...as he was able to catch Imee in his arms. "Imee, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry." Imee smiles at him to ease the worry. "Can you take me to the boy?"
"Huh?! What are you thinking?! He's still dangerous!" Anthony strongly objects to her. "I won't let him hurt you again!"
"No...please, let me. He's just a lost soul...that seeks for peace and better place." Imee calmly explains. "Just trust me. But I'll allow you to protect me if there's something happens, okay?"
Anthony glances on Imee's hands and feet...with her wounds patched...but still bleeds. He then smiles...
"Alright. I'm trusting in you."
Christian Anthony's POV:
When I heard about her intention to return to the possessed boy...that had nearly killed her...I was doubtful...I was protective about her weak and fragile body. But...as she insist to go on...I begun to smell...a sweet scent of roses. I glanced around her...only to be find out...that the scent came from the holes on her hands and feet, as well as the pierce on her side. At that moment, I knew that through this scent...God wishes me to trust in her...in whatever she is about to do. Besides, she is chosen to be His servant, right?
Carrying Imee on my arms, I walked closely towards the fallen boy, appears to be convulsed and screams unintelligible words after being hit by the drop of blood from Imee's wound. Without hesitation, I sat down so Imee could...umm...do whatever she'll do.
"Oh, lost spirit. If you had no intentions to this boy...I therefore command you...in the name of God the Father, God the Son...and God the Holy Spirit to let him go...return to once you came...never come back...and never harm any person ever again. For by the power of God, never you shall set foot, nor stand your ground, nor fulfill your ambitious plans unto this boy. For he is the child of God...he believes in God and he will not let himself be deceived with your illusions..."
"HA! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! ARE YOU STUPID?!?! I'VE JUST TAKEN CONTROL OF THIS BO-AAAAAAH!!!!"
Just as the possessed boy taunts Imee again, her lifeless arm suddenly slipped...hitting the boy's face with her blood-stained hand. The boy shivers severely...and foams seen in his mouth.
"By the name of God, begone!!!!"
"AAAAAAAH!!!" Upon Imee's command...the boy screams as he convulsed even more...until after a few seconds, he suddenly stops from shaking...and the boy falls unconscious.
"Father Jean, do it!" One of the nuns who are with us directed him.
"Yes, certainly."
I stood up and walk away from the unconscious boy...as Father Jean takes over
Almighty God,
we beg you to keep the evil spirit
from further molesting this servant of yours,
and to keep him far away,
never to return.
At your command, 0 Lord,
may the goodness and peace
of our Lord Jesus Christ, our Redeemer,
take possession of this man
May we no longer fear any evil
since the Lord is with us;
who lives and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
God, forever and ever. Amen.
Father Jean then sprinkles holy water unto the unconscious boy...to protect him from being taken control by spirits ever again. Afterwards, the nuns cautiously carried him and taken away from the room, perhaps towards a nearby hospital.
In the meantime, Catherine and Father Jean approaches us...smiling...
"Wow...you've done a great work out there. Thanks for saving me, Imee." Father Jean thanked her in gratitude.
"Your welcome...I'm just doing my job as your cathecist, Father."
"Imee, you're so cool!" Catherine commented next. "You should deserve a good rest today for what you've done."
"Yes. Yes, I should. Thanks for the support, sis! Hehehe!" Imee giggles in return.
In the end...I retired Imee back into her wheelchair. I've noticed that the straps that supporting her from falling off...was been tore apart...by the force of pulling her out by the boy...back when he was possessed by the evil spirit.
"Umm...Anthony?"
"Yes, Imee?" I answered her call while I'm trying to fix the broken straps.
"You've saved me again, Anthony. Thank you so much!" Imee smiles at me like a little girl.
"No problem, Imee. It's my promise to protect you, remember?" I winked at her. "But...you see, the straps in your wheelchair's just torn off. I'll fix this for you once we head back into the room."
"Oh! That's really so nice of you, Anthony."
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