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  The Healing Méndez

  Dele Andersen

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Novels by

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  THE END

  Prologue Book2

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  Novels by

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  Vitrian Secrets – The Chosen Unveiled

  Vitrian Secrets – The Curse Awakened

  Prequel to Vitrian Secrets

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  Onslaught – Episode 1

  Onslaught – Episode 2

  Howbeit this kind goeth not but by prayer and fasting.

  Matthew 17:21

  Prologue

  Pandemonium took over Celina's existence as she hurried down a set of steps in her pyjamas, sweating profusely and panting with a little boy in her arms. Although it was the season of the cold Scandinavian winter, running with the boy was enough to make Celina sweat. She was sweating profusely as apprehension took over her system.

  “What is it, mama?” The little boy watched as his mother placed him down quickly, and her hand shook like she had an intense fever as she tried to open the door to their winter holiday home. Fear began to creep in, and it became evident on the boy's face like Celina had affected him with a disease. “We should go back to papa!”

  Celina ignored her son, knowing he couldn't understand what was about to befall him. Quickly, she closed her eyes and said a brief prayer. She opened her eyes - her prayer was nothing more than muttering words of 'Help God, Help!' She turned the knob to the door again, but the knob didn't move.

  “Oh, God!” She became terrified and tried using her slim body to force it open. Suddenly she heard her son scream. She turned and looked up to see that a woman had snatched her son.

  “No, no,” Celina screeched like a wild woman and rushed back towards the steps to get her son. At the top of the steps, she met a man who immediately prevented her from reaching her son.

  “Celina, can't you see that even your prayers are useless?” The man scorned in the dark. His face and upper body were covered by the dark, but he was in a pair of long, light brown trousers. “If they were ... you wouldn't have come out here for a winter break because I had planned this, long before now, and you cannot stop it.” “No, no,” Celina objected. “You are crazy ...” she hit the man with her hands, but her fists had barely any impact on his broad chest. “I beg you; don't do this!” She cried the words out amidst uncontrollable tears. “You are lucky, Celina; that's why I'm not going to burn you along with Adrian.”

  Instantly, Celina raised her head up when she heard what he was going to do to her son. She was about to object when he pushed her aside; she staggered backwards and hit the wall. “Adrian is only a little boy; he knows nothing of the prophecy,” Celina pleaded for her child's life. “Celina, you'll have another child,” the man looked back, his lips twitched like he was going to smile. “You know, I never gave the other parents this option – I killed them along with their children.”

  “But you can't prove Adrian is The Chosen one, can you?” Celina defended.

  “Adrian has the traits of The Chosen in his blood, and that is enough for me. The Chosen and those with traits of The Chosen must die.” His voice carried deep venom that shocked Celina. Immediately he finished speaking; he took some steps and went back into the room.

  “Don't do this!” Celina rushed behind him, and the instant she stepped into the room, her heart skipped a beat. Adrian was floating a meter up in mid-air, still dressed in his pyjamas. Below him was a big circle drawn on the floor, and in the centre of the circle was a pentagon with several other symbols within it. A bluish light radiated from the circle to the roof of the room; the light was only within the circle, and it was the only light in the room.

  “Sorcery!” Celina's eyes widened in disbelief of what the man she knew very well had gotten into. “She has poisoned your mind; this is not you,” Celina shouted out in a scream and pointed to the other woman. The woman was wearing a long red cloak.

  Celina's heart palpitated. She became furious and began to sweat in the empty room that had no form of heating in it.

  “Mama,” her son cried, struggling to get free from the force that had him levitated. He could only wriggle his body within where he hung in mid-air. Celina rushed towards him, but a forcefield a few inches from the circle pushed her back.

  “Don't! Don't!” Quickly, Celina shook her head and turned to the other woman. She was desperate to save her child.

  “Sir,” the other woman looked up.

  “There shall be no more chosen prophecy. I shall end it even if it means ending my lineage,” the man said and then looked at the woman with a determined gaze. His pupils flashed like something else was in his eyes. "Do it!"

  The other woman opened her palm, and a stone-like object appeared. She said something in a strange language that sounded ancient; then, a fire erupted from the object burning upwards out of the woman's palm.

  "No!" Celina screamed intensely and rushed to stop whatever evil the woman was consulting. The man caught her before she could get to the woman, and forcefully threw her back. Celina slid backwards, fell to the ground, and stopped by the door; she bruised her legs and hands. She ignored the pain, the bruises, and the lacerations on her skin. Instantly, Celina turned back to face where her son was; the trauma of losing Adrian overwhelmed her. She watched grave dismay as the man took the stone from the other woman and threw it.

  Celina screeched like a woman who had lost her senses. She watched the stone, which was burning with an unusual dark fire as it moved in slow motion towards the circle where Adrian was trapped. The entire area within the circle that Adrian was in turned into flames. Adrian screamed with all of his strength as the dark fire burnt.

  Celina got up, rushed again to the circle, and tried to get to Adrian, but the forcefield around the circle prevented her. She hit the forcefield with all she had and screamed with all her strength, but nothing happened. Celina turned to the man and rushed towards him, yelling wildly and ready to tear him apart, but the huge man pushed her back. She fell to the floor like a bag of bones. Celina shrieked with all of her might, hitting the invisible shield and wailing in a crazy mood. Celina continued to hit hard on the invisible wall that blocked her from reaching her son; she was consumed by it that she didn't realise she was the only one left in the room. Her contact with reality and life went away for some moment as she wai
led furiously. Celina suddenly came back to reality, got up after a while, and wobbled towards the door of the room. She fell outside, unable to watch her son in the horrific scene; she couldn't hear the boy anymore, only the cracking sound of the burning flames. She covered her ears, squeezed her body together on the floor with her knees bent towards her face, and wailed bitterly in horror.

  She remembered Marcus while groaning. Marcus' little daughter came up in her mind, and quickly Celina searched for her phone.

  "Marcus, Marcus," she scampered, realising Marcus' daughter would be another target for the man.

  “Celina?” Marcus sat up instantly, hearing Celina cry.

  “He ... he ... did it,” Celina said incoherently amidst tears. “He burnt Adrian,” she cried out loud.

  “What?” Marcus spoke out, making his wife, Sofia sit up as Celina's call woke them up from sleep.

  “He is coming for The Chosen and any other child who shows traits of The Chosen,” Celina explained amidst tears that gushed out like heavy rain from her eyes. “You have to get your daughter away, get Wanda hidden away ...”

  “Wanda?” Marcus repeated, wondering why his two years old daughter was suddenly in danger. “Wanda is safe ...” Marcus broke off as he and Sofia abruptly heard their baby cry out. Sofia jumped off the bed and scurried to Wanda's room.

  Celina, hearing a weird sound behind her, suddenly jumped up and turned to face the room where Adrian had been. She screamed in horror, staring into the room.

  “Celina, Celina,” Marcus called, hurrying behind Sofia but holding on to the phone to his ear.

  Now, Celina was staring at something else in the room. Celina lowered the phone that was to her ear and backed up instantly. The room was now totally ablaze. The fire was outside the circle and was different from the previous dark flame that burnt Adrian. The new fire now radiated from a tall and massive creature that she couldn't see adequately. The beast had deep red eyes that were staring at Celina.

  Celina swallowed hard in bewilderment, knowing that the fire must have consumed Adrian and unleashed a demon never seen before from the Abyss. The creature took a step, leaped and in a second crashed through the door; the brick, the wood, and everything around the door gave way. It appeared and stood in front of Celina - she squealed in trepidation.

  “Celina, Celina,” Marcus stopped and spoke loudly, looking at the phone in his hand.

  In a second, another scream followed, but this time, it was Marcus' wife. Sofia ran very fast out of the room, carrying their daughter Wanda in her arms. She had got to Marcus before he realised what was after his daughter. A massive, almost eight-foot, bat-like disfigured demon crashed out of the room. Its wicked eyes focused on Marcus, Sofia, and then settled on Wanda.

  "The Night Furfur!" Sofia called the name of the demon inadvertently. Before the beast could move, Marcus had pulled out a massive machete with an image of the Greek symbol engrafted on it from the wall beside him; the logo denoted healing to humans but death to demons. The symbol sparkled as Marcus launched at the creature.

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  Chapter 1

  Students trooped out of their classrooms the instant the alarm went off. Wanda stepped out of the school with her friend Tutu talking about plans she had for the summer holiday.

  “This is going to be a wonderful summer,” Wanda shouted out loud, feeling elated that school was over for the session. She dropped her bag next to her friend's bag; by the steps leading to the school entrance. Students who were walking by ignored her effervescence as they seemed overwhelmed by their own highly spirited mood.

  Wanda noticed Alfred, the school janitor standing some distance away towards the road with a lawnmower beside him on the newly made lawn in front of the school. Alfred's hair was long and all over the place, reaching down to his shoulder and covering half of his face. He was slightly bent; his head shook constantly and involuntarily like he had a mental disorder that needed to be treated.

  "I don't know what you really like about Alfred?" Wanda's classmate and best friend Tutu said, looking at Alfred.

  "Nothing, I just wished someone ... or perhaps better the school would be able to help him. I think he is sick, and everyone keeps saying he's done several medical checkups, and he's okay."

  “Anyway,” Tutu said, turning back to Wanda. “What did you say you'll be doing during the holidays?” She remembered how Wanda had repeatedly spoken about her plans of going away to Paris, but she really wanted Wanda to join her at her summer camp.

  “We are off to Paris next week.” Wanda retorted not disturbed about the number of times she had to explain to Tutu that it was only for the holidays. “I'm seriously looking forward to it!”

  “I really want you to come with me to the camp.” Tutu looked discouraged.

  “I know! Tutu.” Wanda was apologetic, seeing Tutu's reaction, which was as cold to the senses as one touching an icicle. She studied her best friend for a moment, looked at her brown-skinned complexion and gorgeous face, then she included, “I know I keep reneging on my promises; I'll try next holiday to come to your camp. It's a real promise, this time.”

  Wanda looked behind Tutu, and suddenly her expression changed as she saw the boy she had been observing in her school for some weeks.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Nothing ...” Wanda denied without hesitating. She tried to ignore the painful cramp that nibbled at her stomach. Tutu was about to speak when Wanda butted in. “Have you seen that guy around here before?” She let out the question in her, creating the opportunity for her stomach to relax from the twisted knot it had turned into.

  Tutu turned around to see. All she noticed were the sea of students around. She turned back to her friend. “Who exactly are you talking about? Practically the entire school is out here, girl!” Tutu quizzically rolled her eyeballs.

  “That boy,” Wanda tried not to point. She raised her hand gently and then quickly withdrew it. Tutu turned again, as Wanda added. “The blond boy in the denim jacket resting his back on the wall over there.”

  “Oh him ... Eric,” Tutu said with a slight hiss revealing she was not surprised. “Is that why you were ducking like your heart was going to ...”

  “I wasn't ducking.” Wanda suddenly became brisk.

  “Yes, you were.”

  “No, I was not.”

  “You were,” Tutu's voice was soft but firm, confirming she knew what she had seen. “So admit it.” She smiled, teasing Wanda.

  “Well, I have noticed him in the last couple of weeks, and he seemed to stare at me a lot ...” Wanda broke off, not wanting Tutu to tease her any further.

  Tutu was already all smiles. “Seriously, if he is staring at you, it has nothing to do with any form of affection.” Tutu's expression instantly turned uncomfortable like she had lied and had said something she didn't want to talk about.

  "Okay, and how would you know?" Wanda stared at Tutu curiously to hear more about this Eric boy. She knew Tutu very well, and she could see her friend had become nervous about discussing Eric.

  "Well," Tutu shrugged and became numb briefly. "I know his name is Eric," she admitted and continued softly, "he's not really in this school, and he's kind of weird." She turned back towards Eric, who was now looking away.

  “You still haven't told me how you know his name,” Wanda pried.

  “Monica ... Monica told me last week, she saw him on the school premise.”

  "You see, I am not the only one who has noticed him." Wanda was happy and secretly elated; she wasn't the only one trying to enquire about Eric.

  “Yes, but Monica didn't duck like you did when she told me about Eric.”

  “I didn't duck,” Wanda said defensively.

  “Yeah, right.”

  “Okay, so how did you know his name?”

  “Monica, of course,” Tutu answered, gazing at Wanda and wondering why it was difficult for her to figure out the answer. “Monica told me she walked up to him and ask
ed for his name and number. You know how she can be.” Tutu winked.

  “Ah, Monica!” Wanda exclaimed, shaking her head and rolling her eyeballs like Monica was a rare alien breed she could never understand. “Petter is here,” Tutu interjected, and Wanda saw the smile on her face, though Tutu was trying to draw back the smile.

  “Petter,” Wanda echoed, wondering why Tutu mentioned Petter's name so affectionately. She turned to see Petter dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo T-Shirt. His blond hair was low and perfectly cut; it looked like he had just stepped out of the salon. He stood about three inches taller than Wanda.

  “Hi Petter,” Wanda said as he walked over to join the two girls.

  “Hi. Monica told me I would find you girls here.”

  Tutu shot him a rude stare as Petter spoke. Wanda noticed Tutu's looks, but she ignored it. As far back as she could remember, Tutu had secretly liked Petter, but for some reason, Wanda did not understand why Tutu never wanted Petter around them.

  “What are you girls planning for the summer holiday?”

  “And why would you care to know.” Tutu jibed, fixing her eyes on Petter. Wanda, who had turned again to check if Eric was still staring, noticed Eric had left.

  “Tutu!” Wanda called in a warning tone the moment she heard the rudeness in Tutu's voice.

  “Why doesn't he tell us his own plans? Why ask for ours?” Tutu complained.

  Wanda was about to apologise when Petter answered. “I wouldn't be doing much. I would be around in the city.”

  “Well, Tutu invited me to her ...” Wanda mentioned Tutu's offer to encourage her.

  “No,” Tutu butted in instantly stopping Wanda from mentioning her invitation to the camp. “Wanda is travelling with her mum and brother.”

  Wanda looked at Tutu and wondered what was happening to her friend. She became concerned that Tutu was freaking out unnecessarily on the camp invitation. She recalled Tutu had once told her not to mention the camp to anyone or even tell them she had invited her.