Purple Roses

Newsflash

Casper's P.O.V

We enter the hospital and make our way up through the elevator. I shove my hands into my pockets and down at my feet. Hn. My shoes have gotten a little dirt on them. I groan in annoyance. I hate it when things get dirty. "We'll be in and out, relax." Presley says to me. I look at him and relax my shoulders. "That's not what I'm annoyed about. My shoes are filthy." I tell him. He looks down at my feet and smirks. "The path we are about to walk is not clean either, so why should our shoes be?" he chuckles.

I roll my eyes at this. "What path are you talking about?" I ask him. He just shakes his head and looks in front. "Never mind. I don't want your moral compass getting in the way of things." He says. I raise my eyebrow at this. "My moral compass? Did you find it?" I smirk. The elevator doors open and Presley walks out. I follow behind him. "So you lost it, wonderful." He chuckles. "You always lose things. First it was the human side of you, next your emotions and will. Now your moral compass? If you don't watch yourself, you might just end up like me with nothing left to lose." He laughs.

"Stop talking. Your creeping the people out with your sadistic talk." I say as I look around the hospital, seeing people look at us funny. "Your attracting too much attention." I tell him. He shrugs. "It's not like they'll remember anything once my plan pulls through." And he turns left. I follow him and I end up walking beside him. "What is this plan of yours anyway. I hate not knowing the full story." I remind him in case he's forgotten. "That's the thing with smart people, always wanting to know everything. Just sit back and watch what's going on in ignorance for once." He smiles.

I roll my eyes at his stupidity. I don't want to know just for the sake of it, I want to know so I can prepare myself for whatever whirlwind this bastard is throwing us in. I sniff the air and I smell a weak smell of wet dog. I scrunch up my nose in disgust. Parker. He walked here recently. Presley then stops in front of a ward. I stop and look up at the number. Ward 17. I sniff the air again and his smell seems to be stronger here. I look to Presley and see him watching the door as intently as possible. What's he doing?

"That mutt has been here before." he frowns. So he knows Parker? I was about to ask him how he knows Parker when he suddenly knocks on the door. My eyes move from him to the door. I hear shifting and sniffling. "Come in!" the voice of a female yells. Presley opens the door and inside the ward we see an old woman holding the hands of a young boy who was connected to machines. The young boy was awake and he was wiping his eyes as tears were falling from them. "Alice." He cries and when he opened his eyes I felt my mind go blank as I stared at him in awe.

"A sacrificial humada." I mutter under my breath.

A sacrificial humada. A sacrimada in short, is a rare species of human that seem identical to the human being. Sacrimada's are hard to find as they are only born after every hundred years. They are often identified by their unique eyes only seen by werewolves, vampires, faeries, witches, mermaids and nymphs alike. Their eyes are what makes sacrimada's special. The tears of a sacrimada are able to heal any wound, restore any broken limb and extend the life of any magical being. Sacrimada's are very powerful beings in terms of spirit and have an iron will. The iron will sacrimada's possess, when awakened, act as a shield from any magic or unknown force.

My eyes then shift from the young boy's eyes to his bed. Another thing I forgot to mention about sacrimada's is that they may be strong spiritually and in our world but in the human world, they are very weak. That's why you'd find most of them bed ridden or confined indoors. It gets so bad to the point where most of them don't make it past the age of 5.

But this young boy, he seems to be different. He's way past the age of 5, maybe by a few months, but that's still significant. Most of them don't even make it to 5. "I'm sorry but I think you got the wrong ward." The old lady says to us and wipes her tears. I look to Presley and see him eyeing the boy. I look at the boy and notice that he is crying. Presley is here for his tears.

Then it finally makes sense to me why Presley was a bit worried earlier when he found out Parker was here before him. Had Parker had seen what this boy is he would have taken him to cure himself. And a Parker at full strength with Rosie by his side would be a major problem. What are the odds that he didn't?

"Trust me, this is the right one." He smiles at the old lady. I hear someone running towards our direction. I move to the side to let the person through when I notice something. The girl runs past me and towards the boy. "Alice!" he screams suddenly happy and extends his arms for the girl to fall into them. "Alec." She says. Wait a minute, isn't she the girl Parker was with that day?

'Take a close look at the girl, Casper.' Presley says.

"I'm so glad your awake." She tries to calm him. He calms down and almost goes limp in her arms. "You'll be fine, okay. Don't worry. I'll find you a new doctor, Dr Martins isn't the only doctor around. Alice will find a way." She caresses his hair gently.

Wait. What happened to Dr Martins? I look to Presley and the smug and gleeful look on his face told me all. 

Presley Spark, what on earth are you going to do with so much power?