Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Wednesday Briefs #27 Diventando: Becoming


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Copyright JC Wallace 2014

Welcome to another installment of Diventando: Becoming. Each week a group of authors participate weekly in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. Each installment is 500-1000 words long and is posted to our blogs each week. After you read the latest in my story, click on the link at the end to visit other flashers. 

If you are new to Diventando: Becoming and haven’t read the previous chapters, click on Wednesday Briefs in the left hand column and start with #1. Enjoy and leave a comment to let me know what you think.


 

Owen lowered his head, remembering that day in the hospital hallway when Turk had aimed the gun at his head. Turk could have had his revenge and ended the demon responsible for killing his father. Instead, he’d chosen to save Owen, had chosen to find a way to rid him of the demon. Turk had turned his back on hundreds of years of tradition, on duty and honor and on his family’s vengeance and chosen Owen, at least for now. That was a decision Owen couldn’t ever let Turk regret. Owen could either continue to believe he was better off dead or accept the monumental sacrifice Turk had made in saving him. When Owen decided to honor Turk’s efforts, something foreign bloomed in his chest closely resembling hope.

“If there’s any chance to change this, to get this demon out of me and keep me whole and alive, I’ll take it. I’ve had a death sentence over my head for so long that I have no clue what it’s like to actually live without it.” What would a life be like without the daily fear of a disease that was slowly destroying his body or the threat of that disease fighting its way out of remission? Was that even possible?

“Wayne said they thought you had leukemia.”

Owen snorted. “I thought I had leukemia. I was told I had some form of leukemia that kept coming back. I’m not sure what the rest of my family thought.” But that wasn’t totally true. The Incubus had shown him the past where his mother had spoken with Dr. Celo about the Incubus and...

“Exorcism,” Owen said his tone of excitement raising Turk’s brow.

“Yes. Like I’ve said it’s rumored to be possible—”

“No, I heard about the exorcism from my mother.”

Turk dropped his arms, his face showing his confusion. “Your mother?”

Owen nodded surprised by his enthusiasm. Turk had “heard” of the possibility of exorcism, a rumor, something that had never added up, but Owen didn’t have the luxuries for maybes or possibilities. However, Dr. Celo had mentioned the exorcism in that memory which Owen had thought the demon conjured. Apparently, that had been an actual memory. Hearing the same information twice from more than one person increased the likelihood of its truth, right?

“I don’t know how but the Incubus showed me something from my past. I was in the clinic. I have no clue which time since I’ve been there many times when my illness...” Fuck, not illness. Dr. Celo knew about the Incubus, his mother knew, and while they were working to help him they could have told him the truth, should have fucking told him. “...whenever I needed medication. Anyway, my mother and Dr. Celo were talking in my room. I don’t remember this happening but, then again, generally by the time I needed to go to the clinic I was really sick.”

Turk rested his hand on Owen’s shoulder and Owen smiled, grateful that Turk saw that he was still there despite a demon that’d killed his father living inside of him.

“They were whispering and Dr. Celo said that they needed to do something more or he feared my body eventually would shut down. My mother asked him about someone in South America who might be able to an exorcism.”

“Dr. Celo’s records indicate he was continually working on more effective ways to stop the Incubus from emerging. Each time you were ill, those were times when the formula he’d come up with would start to have negative side effects on your body, making you really sick.”

“This was all in the records I had sent to the hospital?”

Turk nodded.

“I guess I should have read them.” Owen chuckled. “My friend Drew hacked Dr. Celo’s computer and downloaded the files. He printed them for me and sent them to Dr. Noel for my appointment. Guess Drew didn’t read them either.”

“Dr. Noel knew of the secret research happening at the hospital into non-human entities and shared the information with the director. Apparently, you’d used your mother’s address. They had people staking out your house since those records arrived but you were nowhere to be found apparently. When you send idiots to do a job...” He shook his head. “Anyway I think we need to talk with your mother and Dr. Celo.”

My gut clenched at the thought of seeing my mother, confronting her. I nodded slowly, as a wave of fatigue washed over my body, my mind ready to shut down from overload. Despite that, one thought, though sent my heart racing.

“How long is this medication going to work?”

Turk looked away, and Owen saw him swallow several times before he looked back. “Each time the Incubus has come forth, he’s gained strength. Each time he will need less energy to take over and...”

“How long Turk?” Owen asked forcefully. He needed the truth no matter how crappy that truth was.

“From the tests they ran, they estimated about a month.”

Owen chewed on his bottom lip. “A month from now or a month from when I started getting the drug?”

“When you first got it.”

Fuck that meant he only had about two weeks left — maybe. Two weeks to find some rumored priestess who may or may not be somewhere in South America. Suddenly, his odds had dropped drastically.

When Turk wrapped his arms around Owen and pulled him close, Owen laid his head on Turk’s chest, reveling in the warmth soaking into his body. He couldn’t explain how right being in Turk’s arms felt, how safe.

“I’ve called in some favors from some powerful people. Let’s just say they aren’t the most upstanding of humans beings however, they owe me, and I believe they can help us to locate this priestess. I can tell you that she does exist and one of my sources has possibly pinpointed her location but she is not in South America. She’s in Jamaica. But as to the claim she can exorcise the demon? That truth has yet to be proven.”

More hope welled in Owen’s gut, pooling and rising and this time he allowed the expansion.

Turk touched Owen’s chin and prompted him to look up. What Owen saw at that moment, in that beautiful face, caught his breath. No one in his twenty-seven years had ever looked at him with such caring or longing...or love?  “I promise with everything that I have and everything that I am, I will find this person and get that asshole out of you.”

Turk leaned down and kissed Owen, slowly and gently, the kiss sealing his vow.

 

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