ERICA
"What?" I said startled. "Samuel did what?"
My brother sighed and scratched the back of his head. "He gave a lot of his life force away to Kieran. I healed up Kieran, but I couldn't heal him. Now Dr. Kieran is in a state of aberration. He is not acting like himself. Fay almost ate poison medicine if my nose didn't have intervened."
I didn't care what my brother was saying. I quickly snapped my head back to Fay. "Honey, is that true?"
Fay hesitantly nods her head. I sigh. This is another problem that needs to be solved. I can't have Kieran acting like that when he is actually a doctor to this house. I held my hand close to Fay's eyes and feeling a little white magic coming through me. It sends a sparkle of gold dust to Fay's eyes and my own daughter watched me in amazement. I took off Fay's blindfold and Fay's eyes slowly open blinking several times to adjust to the lighting of the room.
"Ugh," Fay groaned.
"Close your eyes, Fay," I suggested. She did. I brought my lips up to her forehead and gave her a kiss there sending a little magic into her body. It's because she is only a human that her body is rejecting the magic in her eyes. Once did, I back away and Fay's eyes open. She gasps looking at her hand and back at me than to our daughter.
"I can see!" she gasps. "My body feels different. Oh, Amy, you've gone more beautiful. You're starting to look more and more like Erica." she laughs.
"And like this, I can worry less about Kieran making more poison medicine for my wife. Now I need to go to Samuel another task I need to get done."
"Can't you just stay a little bit longer, love?" Fay asked.
I held her hand. "I will come back to you soon, honey, but right now the doctor in the house is becoming a witch doctor. I can't have him in that state any longer. Who knows he is trying to mix up a deadly potion to my people."
She nods. I got off the bed and with my brother, we walked out of my bedroom. I headed down to the laboratory only to see Kieran having deep and dark circles underneath his eyes. He looked like a walking zombie a working robot. I never liked seeing my own people in that state. He hasn't even noticed that I just walked into the room. "Jamison," I asked my brother.
My brother nods knowing what he needs to get done. He walked up to Kieran and patted his shoulder only then doctor noticed that Jamison was standing at the back of him but he still hasn't noticed me. I appreciated this doctor for loving Samuel, but I can't seem him in this state. He usually has high awareness and is always alert.
"Kieran," I called.
"Oh, hi Erica," he smiles. His charming look is not even there anymore. "I am glad that you're ok."
"And you're obviously not," I rolled my eyes. "Get some sleep, doctor."
"I'm not tired."
"But you're body says otherwise. I'll take care of Samuel." I walked behind the curtains and Samuel was sleeping like sleeping beauty, but it's time for him to wake up to meet his prince. I placed my hand over to Samuel and send a wave of white magic into him, and that's when I detected Samuel was not in a peaceful sleep. He is reliving his nightmare for one whole week. It explains the sweat that was piling out of his body and his sleeping facial expression.
I need to wake him up slowly. I can't scare him. If he suddenly wakes up from that nightmare he'll go berserk. "What's happening to him, Erica?" Kieran asked.
I shushed him using white magic requires lots of concentration. I was slowly pulling him out of his sleep. I can't be too fast. I steady my magic and my breath. Slowly and carefully Samuel gasps and his eyes flutter open. Tears came running down his eyes and he quickly climbed off the bed and crawled into the corner of the room. He was shaking badly. "Everything's my fault," he kept muttering,
I crouched next to Samuel. "Sam, everything is over now."
He shakes his head. "It's not. I killed them. I killed my mother, dad, sister, and Peter. They all died because of me. I shouldn't have come into this world. I should have never existed."
"Samuel," Kieran crouched next to him quickly pulling him to a hug and Samuel held onto Kieran tightly in his arms. Seeing them in that state. I stood up and glanced over to my brother.
"We should go," I said. Jamison nods his head and both of us left the room. I walked up to my grandfather's office which is now my office. I looked at the pile of paperwork and sat down reading each work and I start rearranging and organized my business.
I know Samuel will come back to us again with Kieran by his side. I can see them. I can see their stars. They are meant to be together.
I'm a hybrid god.
SAMUEL
Inside of my dream, I can see my ten years old self shouting and screaming for my parents to take a family trip to the beach for the holiday. When they agreed and we hopped into the car with our luggage the next day for a relaxing holiday at the beach, but on the way to the beach a thunder shocked a mountain ground which causes a landslide.
We were all so happy and my little sister was clapping her hand happily because it was going to be the first time she has gone to a beach. We were all singing in the car playing games when that landslide came crashing down against our car. I fainted due to the pressure, but when I woke up. I realized I was in the hospital. The nurses from the outside talked among themselves that I was the only survivor from the accident.
I couldn't face the fact and rebelled against the doctor and the nurse. I wanted to see my family my mom, my dad, or my little sister. I wanted to see at least one of them at least looking still alive. I couldn't face the fact. Each day the nurses will come in bringing toys and games to confide me, but I always throw a fit. I wanted to them. I just missed them as each day goes by. At times my rage was so bad to control that they had injected me with a weird liquid that makes me feel all drowsy or sleepy.
As time goes on they figured out that they can't hide the truth from me and led me to the morgue. I was shaking the whole time. I prayed to the gods above to hope that the person who was lying in there wasn't my family, but I thought wrong. When they lift off the white sheet off of their face immediately I recognized it was their face.
I fell onto the floor asking them why couldn't God take me away as well. I started questions about god. I started the purpose of my existence. Why did God make me? Why am I the only survivor? Why was the only person who was left behind? It was so unfair.
It was from there that doctors began to worry about me even more. I was like an empty shell without a soul. I wouldn't move or eat. The doctors started to call in a special nurse who specialized in taking care of kids like me.
The first time I met the nurse I was kind of shocked she looked like my mother and I started looking at her as the illusion of my mother. I would pester the doctor that I wanted Nurse Lauren to take care of me. I thought God had returned my mother to me, but I thought wrong. She has a husband and a son that goes by the name Peter.
Nurse Lauren brought her son Peter every day to accompany me, but I hated him. He would urge me to play with him and talk to me. He would always stick to me like glue and I found him very annoying. Nurse Lauren said he is a good company for me.
When the doctor found that I was all better. They wanted to send me to the orphanage. I was going to reject the people who are going to take to the orphanage, but I didn't have to. Lauren had adopted me to become her son and my last name was changed to Monroe. I became a part of the Monroe family.
The Monroe family treated me very well they treated as their real son, but Peter didn't. He started to see me as something else. He would still stick to me 24/7 like when we were kids.
"I love you, Samuel. Please go out with me," Peter confessed.
I was taken back his confession and at that time I was 16 and he was 18, At first, I rejected him but over time I found him charming. I started to become jealous when the girls in our class were drooling over him. I accepted his confession and we became a couple, but at some point in our love relationship, we began to fight. He started to doubt my trust in him and asked what he can do to retrieve back our old love. In a fit of anger, I told him to die for me.
The next day Mrs. Monroe found her own son hung himself in the room and started blaming me for his death. I was soon kicked out of the house that I so warmly lived in and looked at Mrs. Monroe and her husband as my own mother and father. I was walking in the street waiting for death to come and pick me up. I didn't want to live. Then on the street, I met Erica. She showed a kindness I thought would be lost forever.
I was willing to give my life to her for saving me. I drank her blood to prove my loyalty to her and I was welcomed into the Lumia Family. I shed my blood and sweat for her, and the ghost of Peter Monroe will always haunt me.
I can always feel him. This is my retribution.