Emmeline washed the wounds with the buckets of water, and then sterilized them with the whiskey. She wrapped the wounds trying to keep them clean and to contain the bleeding. With one of the wounds that was still bleeding profusely, she lit the whiskey on fire and held the knife over it. When it glowed red, she then moved it over the wound, "I'm sorry, this is going to hurt, but it is necessary." she whispered to the unconscious boy. She put the red hot knife over the wound. The boy called cried out in pain, but his voice was feeble, and he didn't even open his eyes. This is bad thought Emmeline. The boy was in poor shape and only time would tell if he would wake up again.
Emmeline looked up at Ania who was moving her eyes back and forth between Emmeline and the boy. Ania was biting her lower lip nervously, and rocking on her heels, "Is there anything more I can do? I want to help, he is alive and I want him to stay alive."
Anger spread through Emmeline at the state of the boy. She looked at the other bottle of whiskey and a wild thought occurred.
"Ania, stay with the boy, and let me know if anything changes with his state." Emmeline stated curtly, barely able to maintain the rage boiling within her chest.
"Of course, what will you be doing?" Ania whispered, barely audible.
Emmeline ignored the girl, she wasn't quite sure with what she should say! She grabbed the whiskey bottle, and then pulled out another from the shelf. She picked up the the matches that had been set to the side, and grabbed two strips of prepared fabric. As she walked up the stairs, she slipped the fabric in the open bottle. When she exited the cellar she made her way over to the vehicles.
Emmeline spared a glance to Gregory, who was rather disturbing looking and the men he was playing with. She was ready to end this. Had they looked over her way, they would have seen floating bottles, but they were occupied with the demon in front of them. She chose the lead two cars. She lit the first strip, as it was already soaked with whiskey it quickly lit and she threw it in the first car. She repeated her actions with the middle car. After the first explosion, the men looked over and noticed their vehicles. They were too busy to realize the second floating bottle until the second explosion and their cars on fire. Emmeline was tempted to torch the third vehicle as well, but decided better of it. She wanted these men to leave the Octagon House with the hope they would never return and forget about the small child now in their care.
The men had had enough, they were exhausted and they couldn't win against a ghost and exploding vehicles. All three men ran towards the car. Gregory followed behind. When the leaded got into the drivers seat and started the car. Emmeline knocked on the window. She made blood fall from her eyes, nose, and mouth. Nothing too much she thought to herself, just enough to scare the men and she stated, "The boy is ours you will be joining him in death shortly" she howled.
The car kicked dirt from the driveway as the driver threw the car into reverse and stepped on the gas. Rocks were flying, he almost lost control of the car from his fear of wanting to get the hell out of this haunted mansion. Now he knew the stories were real. The tires squealed and left the driveway. The Octagon House was indeed haunted.
Emmeline watched the men leave, she grabbed a rifle they had dropped, "this could come in handy, right?"
Gregory appeared back to his normal, a simple suit. "I don't expect we will see them anytime soon. Also, I must say I am impressed with your scary ghost visual." Gregory reached for the rifle, "I will take care of this."
Emmeline nodded as she handed the rifle over, "I was just so unbelievably pissed off! It was what came to mind. Those men did not deserve to see this." Emmeline used her hands to emphasize her face. "In fact those men deserve to die! And I will make them regret it if they ever and I mean EVER step foot on this property again, they certainly won't be leaving alive!"
Gregory laughed harder, he then moved his eyes to the two cars on fire. "So, a molotov cocktail? How on earth?"
Emmeline looked at the cars for a brief moment and then turned her eyes towards Gregory, "Is that what its called? I was just thinking how flammable liquor is!" she laughed to herself using the back of her hand to shield her mouth.
"Woman, you are crazy and I absolutely love it."
Emmeline shrugged her shoulders, "I did what I had to do." She then turned and walked towards the cellar, "Gregory, will you help me move the boy to a bedroom?"
Gregory walked to her side, "Anything for you, my lady, the one who enjoys to cause mayhem."
Emmeline smiled.
***
Somewhere in a large city in a nondescript building not too far from the Octagon House, "Boss, the boy is dead." The lead man reported to a heavy set man. The man hoped to read the face of the boss, but it was too dark to do so.
"Where is the body?"
"Gone." The leader stated, he couldn't very well tell him that ghosts took the boy, that would look bad, very bad indeed.
His boss slammed his fists on the table, "Is that so?"
The leader nodded, "Yes sir."
"You're excused."
As the leader was exiting the room, he turned his back to the boss. He didn't see the boss pull out a gun. There was a pop, and the man fell to the floor. blood oozing from his open head wound.
The two minions turned around and looked at the leader dead on the ground and their boss putting his gun in the top draw. "When I say I want a body, I want the damn body, understood?
The men nodded, they weren't sure how they were going to get the body as it was with the ghosts. The two men decided they would get a look a like and present it to the boss. Because there was no way in HELL they were going back to that place!