Madness: Shadows Tales

the boy who met a girl (jinn's santuary) the healer and the gypsy

Rayne Wright was a sickly boy of 28. He didnt leave the house much and was stuck in a wheelchair but didnt understand why he was sick.
He just knew that he always felt weak and that his body would burn throughout.
He would always have coughing fits. Throwing up black goo. Sometimes it was hard for him to breathe.
He had many problems associated to him and his disabilities but we'll talk about that later.
Rayne had a nurse who would give him his little black pills. Everyday two pills in the morning and another two before bed.
She would take care of him. She was by his side. Every moment of the day. Her name was Ms. Wessley. She was a tall, full figured woman with dead as night dark hair and eyes with a twilight sparkle to them.
At night Rayne would suffer from insomnia. Not being able to sleep most nights but if he did. he'd wake up every couple of hours throwing up that same black goo.
Rayne still had his childlike manner. For he didnt know much of the outside world. Its wonders! Its sadness but most importantly its lessons.
Rayne's parents died in a fire. He was adopted by Ms. Wessley. At the age of 8. She moved him into a cabin out in the woods of Virginia. Where he lived from that point on.
It was nice and quite for there wasn't alot of people around him. Just a couple of small towns that filled out to be a couple thousand people. He was surrounded by trees and wildlife. His log cabin had five room.
Rayne's room was small. It had a hospital bed with an IV attached and other equipment to help him survive his condition.
On the walls spread a mirage of star lights that stood in the night sky shimmering by a crescent moon that would shift to its full percent.
As you stared at it. It would move mesmerizing your eyes with the shimmer it brought. To its life likeness.
Then there was Ms. Wessley's room. Which held a sign across the front of the door. Saying no entry beyond this point. in its black text with a white backround.
They had a small kitchen that was plain. Wood all over. From head to toe other than a big black metal fridge. It had wooden cabinets with a gold trim. Nothing fancy but they used a well out back for water.
The living room had a firm maroon couch with a TV but not much else. So that Ms. Wessely could move Rayne easily throughout.
The last room was the bathroom. It was simple but the shower head hung from the ceiling. Shooting water directly down to a blue chair. Where Rayne took his showers. The room too had wooden walls, ceiling and floor.
2
Rayne spent most of his life in this cabin. He had very special gifts hidden inside of him. A few of them actually.
The one. which was the most important to Rayne. Was that he could heal another person's body or soul but not his own.
He'd feel it first in his mind. Like an unseen eye. it was quick with a blink. An explosion of light, of energy would rush through him. Right to his fingertips. His whole hand. Rayne felt unworldly. In another galaxy. Millions of miles away.
It was inexplicable. as words couldnt desribe the way his body felt in that moment or his mind. Its clarity. Its peace. Its love.
A bright light would take his hands over. Then he would touch the person body. They too would light up. Top to bottom. As a black smoke would shoot out of their mouth. Then it would rise into the air dissapearing into nothing.
After it was done Rayne would feel pain. Most of the time passing out. Tearing in pain. as he'd drift away. Passing out. Either falling forward to the floor or back into his chair. Ms. Wessely usually caught him in those forward motions.
3
Ms. Wessely would take Rayne out for cruises. A couple times a week. They'd stop at the towns. Eating ice cream and stretching their legs.
Other times they'd visit people from all over the world. who needed Rayne's sacrid touch of healing but only when Rayne felt healthy enough to make the journey.
Raynes favorite things to do was help people and listen to their stories. For he was curious about the world. He knew nothing about.
Rayne would listen for hours to anyone willing to talk to him but most people seen him as a skinny twig of a boy. Malnuticed! With his scattered brown hair and skeleton looking face. A child who sat in a wheelchair but a boy who was older than he looked.
Most people felt sad. maybe sorry for Rayne and his bad fortune. They would embellish him with kindness treating him like a child or sick puppy. but it was more of them looking through him. Not seeing the person he truly was. Just a sick old goat. Who needed another's attention. As it made them feel better for helping a handicapped boy. Taking pity on him
It all saddened Rayne. for his only friend was Ms. Wessely. He loved her with all his heart but longed for something more. She could see it in his eyes. Which always seemed and felt sad. Far away in another world. She'd try to cheer him up but it fell short of its intended goal.
Rayne looked at Ms. Wessely as a cheery, happy go lucky savior. He'd call her mother. For she was everything to him. Without her he felt he'd be lost or even more lethal. Dead!
She did his cooking, his laundry. Everything! Even changed him and took him to the bathroom. She watched his every move but he didnt mind. He didnt question much. He was just happy she was there.
4
The day was September 29 and rayne had been on the road all day. He was going to visit Mr. Stevens. A long time friend. Who needed Rayne's healing touch. He suffered from dementia. That kept coming back. He always had black lacerations on his stomach that would ooze out black puss.
Mr stevens was a very tall man. Standing like a building with his black suit and matching tie. He was slim with a tall shiny black hat.
Ms. Wessely parked her old white Cadillac in Mr. Stevens dirt driveway. He lived out in the country by himself in a riggidy shack.. The Cadillac always looked brand new.
The pair strolled up. As ms. Wessely pushed rayne up the driveway. They knocked on the rusted out red door.
They heard a reply from the same old raspy voice Rayne had grown to know through all his years of helping mr Stevens.
Mr. Stevens spoke,"is this the child of my dreams! Cause if it is. Ive got a surprise for you."
Rayne replied in a high pitched tone with excitement,' yes! Yes it is Mr. Stevens. May i come in"
The door flung open with no one in sight. As Rayne was use to meeting and helping people with gifts that were different from his own.
The inside of the shack was small and dusty. It shown rays of light that shined through the window but not much else.
The inside looked like the outside. Beat up and full of patch work that looked worn out.
There was a thin wooden table with coasters under it. As it was unstable. Pushed into the table were a couple of beat up red chairs to go along with its demeanour.
Mr Stevens spoke," sit down ms. Wesseley! after you push my favorite child next to me." Rayne smiled.
Then She did just that. Mr. Stevens spoke to rayne after both of them had their coughing fits," its so good to see you raynie day! Did you bring me some sunshine my boy? Cause i brought you some moonlight,"
Mr. Stevens handed Rayne a gold and black necklace with a cresent moon that appeared to be blackish silver."
Then he said in a hoarse and raspy voice," it will bring you protection from those that tend to do you harm." He stared directly into the boy's eyes then back at Ms. Wesseley with a wink.
Rayne spoke as he stared at the necklace," thank you Mr stevens its beautiful! I love it! Can i wear it now mother."
Ms. Wessely spoke in her monotone voice," of course dear."
Rayne put on the necklace and felt a rush of energy burst through him. Then he looked paler than he normally did but it only lasted a second.
Mr. Stevens spoke in a chummy hum of a voice estatically saying," feels good dont it! Brings positive energy to all. Now lay your magical hands on me and lets get this show on the road. Ive got things to do my boy," he smiled pleasantly at Rayne with his crooked teeth.
Rayne rolled next to him. He took his hands and rubbed them together. Then he closed his eyes and cleared his mind. He felt the tingle rush through him. His hands let out a spark that went to a full blast of light. It took his hands over. He touched Mr. Stevens chest.
Mr. Stevens started to convulse shaking every which way. The black smoke shot from his body and dissapeared into the air.
Rayne passed out back into his chair. Mr Stevens took a minute and composed himself. for he felt the same way. His lacerations dissapeared and his dementia was gone for the time being.
Mr stevens stood to his full 8 ft looking at Ms. Wessely. As he spoke with great enthusiasm," i guess its time to pay the piper. I have someone else that could use his help. Lets discuss some things! before you go."
They did. After he paid her the price of the magical touch. which can only be determined by the amount ones willing to sacrifice for good health.
5
Rayne woke up in the Cadillac. Ms. Wessely looked at him with a gleaming smile as she spoke," you wanna get some ice cream! You deserve it lil man. What do say? Huh."
Rayne smiled back in a hazy fog saying in a low and distant voice," yes mother."
She spoke back to him in her usual friendly but monotone substant voice," i want you to know. Im trying my best for you. I just want you happy. Whatever we can do to accomplish this. Just let me know."
Rayne put on a fake smile saying," i know you do and im happier than anything to have you. I love you and everything you do. Thank you."
6
After five hours on the road the Cadillac stopped at the town closest to their cabin.
The pair ate their ice cream. At Raynes favorite place "tipsy top" you build it we fill it. That was their motto and it lived up to its hype of a mountain of ice cream.
Rayne got rocky road and Ms. Wessely didnt eat anything. She just watched the boy devour his.
They left the town driving back to their cabin. Halfway there Rayne seen a carnival out the window.
It had a big wide purple banner with black bold letters. Inside the black letters was silver shards that seemed to fuse together into a shimmering existence of sparkles. So when you moved it would catch the eye. Moving with you.
Written on it was,"jinn's, bottled sanctuary. paridise for those in need of virtue."
It spoke to Rayne calling him in with a hum. A static noise that left the ears ringing. filling him with a sensation. It didnt hurt but it drove Rayne to curiosity.
He spoke eagerly," please!! Oh please!! Can we go! I've never been to a carnival. Mother!"
Ms. Wessely replied back saying,"oh sweetie. There's to many people there for you. You might have a panic attack or much worse! A seizure! We cant have that. You know how fragile you are! I dont want to take that chance."
Rayne sat back in his chair folding his arms with a look of sadness as his eyes were looking down at the floor. Tearing up. He spoke softly in a dissatisfied voice," we never do anything fun. Whats the point of living. If all i do is nothing. We never do anything but sit inside. I spend more time inside and in this car than anywhere. "
Ms. Wessely spoke to him with a motherly coolness and sturn upbeat attitude," hey now! Quit that. We dont need your grumpiness. If it means that much to you. Then we'll go for a bit but the first sign of you getting sick. We leave. Do you understand?."
Rayne lifted his head with a pleasantness in his face. as it lit up just like his voice as he spoke," thank you! Thank you. Yes i understand."
Ms. Wessely replied back in her familiar tone," we'll go tomorrow. You need rest."
7
That night Rayne took his pills and went to bed. To exicited to sleep but eventually he dosed off.
In the middle of the night. Rayne had a dream. A girl with a purple ballers hat and black flat rim standing in front of him.
She had carmel skin with a light purple vest and color coded pants to match with long curly brown hair that touched her butt and black biker gloves with missing finger tips.
She was holding bright sparklers that shot out black smoke with light that burst out in the middle of the smoke. She spoke to him as she twirled laughing and giggling. she seemed to be enjoying herself saying," come one! Come all! To the show that will change everything. If you dare! you must!. Its time for the awakening. Follow me and ill show you the way. Virtue is not law but reality. So stand by its side! ill show you its marvels.
Then rayne seen pictures flash in a sequence. The first where two people wearing opera masks. One happy. One sad. with black leather that had silver hieroglyphics all over it. Rayne couldnt make out. What there were.
They were spitting out black smoke and dancing with a shadow that seemed to float in mid air. They were holding eachothers hands in a circle. While doing so, they where spinning and twirling around. Enjoying themselves. As it felt there was nothing else in the world that mattered.
Another was a night sky with a shimmer of black and white glowing snakes gliding through the air under the moon light.
As the rest went by. They showed games, cotton candy' a curtain opening to a grand show and a bunch of enormously tall men with bird masks from the days of old. the plague masks.
The carnival seemed as tho it was alive itself. It spoke to Rayne saying," only you can reliquish my pain. Bring me back from the ones you keep me oppressed. I need your help. Bring me back to my former glory. that once was. Before they took my essence away. Before they trapped me away."
It seemed sad but determined to be reborn again. As it had its own history. shaping to it's own reality to exist. It wanted to breathe again. Anew!
Was this a road paved with good intentions or trickery into a dwelling of darkness. Rayne didnt know but wanted to find out anyway. As he was curious but curiosity did kill the cat.