Demon Hunterz

Chapter 3: Strange times

Sitting in the nurse's office. Getting stitching put in place to patch up my open wounds. She covered up the worst of them. Including washing up the blood trails down my arm. Now all she needs is to go though my documents. Search through my personal records and pull up my emergency contacts.

Her intentions are to call my parents. More specifically, my overly strict father. To let him know what happened to his son.

I pray against that. I didn't want my dad to know about this. It could lead him one step closer to the truth. To when I used spells in the house.  He has no problems with me casting them elsewhere. Just not in his house. Or better yet, not in mom's house. She truly despised stuff like dark magic, and anything related to the supernatural.

My mother was a very religious, respectable woman. Always wearing flowery dresses with the scent of lavender trailing where ever she goes. The way she walks with confident, yet feathery steps. Her warm smile. That made it almost irresistible for you to smile back at her, and like the sap that I was, I would always melt into her arms.

(Yeah, I'll admit it. I'm a stone-cold momma's boy. So what?)

Anyways, I doubt she had one person that hated her. It was unheard of. Mom was a gentle soul. She treated everyone with respect and never overstepped her boundaries. She would always be there for you. Supporting you with comforting words and a shoulder to cry on. Even at her worst.  

The nurse approaches me. Adjusting her thick glasses by brushing her hand against the frame. She stoops down to my level. "Um, Freddie is it? Would you mind explaining exactly how you get those cuts?"

"Um...well I..." I choke on my own words.

I was never good at lying. But nobody can blame me. What I saw in that bathroom was unnatural. Nobody in their right mind would believe me, if I told them the mirror just exploded. So now what do I do? What can I say to get this nurse to not think I'm a nutcase?

"Never mind, kid. It's not really important." The nurse waves it off. "What's important is that you're safe and sound. Also, make sure to wash those wounds twice a day or you'll get a nasty infection. I'll get you some healing cream to help soothe the pain." She moves along to her front desk. Returning to the sheets that contained all of my family's contact information. I dreaded the fact that one of them was my father's.

I watch her closely. Eyes shifty. As she dials the number and waves her hand in a 'come here' gesture.

I reluctantly walk over there. Knowing what's coming. I grab the phone. Put it close to my ear, and croak ever so softly: "H-Hello?"

"Is this Freddie?" A feminine, croaky voice replies. My eyes ripple with surprise. It hits me that on the day we signed our emergency contact forms, I purposely put my grandparents number on there.

"Um...yeah this is him." I reply, trying my best not to grin. The nurse watches me intently. She suspects that I was up to no good. But after a solid five minutes, she retreats to her desk. By then, I had the perfect alibi to get the hell out of here.