Chapter 106

Chapter 106
Aidan's POV

I was seated in class, trying so hard not to nod off. I had lost interest in every activity that went on in the school. The thought of having a sentient parasite in my head made me more depressed than a bird without wings would be.

"Aidan Wilde," Principal Legrange's voice rang through the class.

Everyone darted their eyes up to her and back at me.

"Yes?" I said, not sure how to react to her sudden appearance in my class.

"I would love to see you in my office right now."
She smiled at me and walked out.

I knew I was in trouble. Trouble followed me everywhere after I got diagnosed with a sentient Lycan curse.

I sighed and stood up. I forced myself past the peering eyes of my mates. Outside, I doubled my pace down the hallway that led to the principal's office.

I knocked twice.

"Aidan, you can come in," she said, like she could see through the door.

I pressed on the handle, pushed the door back and walked in, closing the door behind me. She was busy flipping through some files.

I took three steps and stopped a foot away from her desk.

"Please, sit," she said, still focused on sorting out her files.

I hesitated, but I sat. I was already here, there was no need to be shifty.

"All this paperworks," she giggled and sighed again. "I'm sorry for keeping you, Aidan. Those were very important."

I nodded.

She smiled, "How are you?" she asked, her eyes focused on me.

"Uh, I'm fine," I replied, puzzled at her question.
Why was she asking me that? This wasn't the school's infirmary, and last time I checked she wasn't the school doctor.

"Are you sure, Aidan?"

I frowned, "You didn't just call me here to ask me if I was fine, did you?"

She chuckled, taking off her lens. "Of course not. However, my question is not totally out of line here."

Her eyes pierced into mine again. I tried not to blink away.

"Tell me the truth, Aidan," her voice didn't sound friendly anymore.

"About what?" I scoffed.

"Yourself. What's going on with you?"

I went silent. Did she know already?

I shook my head, "I still don't understand what you're talking about."

"A week ago, Mr Grump came here, sat down where you're sitting now. He told me about you losing control during practice and how you were about to roast a teammate alive."

She watched me, probably to see my reaction. I didn't say a word, neither did I react as she expected me to. Deep down I was fighting to keep my facial expressions in check.

"Well," she continued, "I've been observing you for quite a while now. That's why I asked if you're truly fine."

"I'm totally okay. What happened that day was a mistake. And I apologized."

"Yes, maybe. What about what happened in Rockwell's class?"

How did she find out about that?

"Rockwell is a good man, and I'm sure he must've offered to help you out. But I think he is taking you on a slow pedestal."

I couldn't say a word. My heart was pounding a thousand times faster than it should. How did this leak out to her?

"I didn't call you here to punish you. I know about the Lycan's curse, Aidan. And I'm concerned," her friendly voice came back again.

She gave me a worried look, the kind I've seen mothers give their kids one time or the other. That look made me even more uncomfortable.

"I know the torture it puts the host in. I've seen someone with it one time, and well, he didn't turn out well. He was slowly transforming into a monster that no one could believe was him..."

I leaned closer, wanting to hear the end of it.
"He died, didn't he? And the curse passed on to another."

"No. He was saved from it using a single ritual."

"The one under the full moon?"

"The full moon ritual takes time. Who knows what would have happened to him before then. That's why I told you that Rockwell was taking you on a slow pedestal."

"I had friends who were able to find an ancient ritual to get rid of the curse and cut its bond with the host using something as simple as high sound frequency and well, a couple of herbs."

"And it healed him?"

"Yes, it did. It got rid of the curse in a snap. He is the head teacher of your lupine class."

"Huh..." I nodded, slowly.

Could I trust her? Should I wait for Rockwell's solution? I'd never been indecisive in my life. Was my indecisiveness a sign?

"Aidan, I'm only trying to help. We could do the ritual right away. You'll be free by tomorrow."

I thought of it. I wanted this thing gone by all means. After a short thought, I nodded.

"Sure."

She smiled. "Awesome. I'll make a few calls."

She relaxed her shoulders, exhaled and closed her eyes. I watched her sit in that position for a few minutes. When she opened her eyes, she stood up.

"Follow me."

She led me out of the office, down the hallway and out of the main building. She took a turn around the corner of the building, past the field and down a path between hedges of flowers. The path wound off into another sandy path where three trees stood like large sentinels protecting what looked like the woods.

The trees shifted, letting us through to the woods. We finally came to a halt in front of a large cabin after a short walk. A large snake figure was carved on the top part of the cabin. I never knew a place like this existed in this school, I thought, studying the strange place.

"Come on," she held my hands and led me to the door.

She knocked on the door in a revised pattern. It creaked open and gave way for us to walk in.

Inside the cabin was empty. There were no chairs, tables or any other normal things that should be inside a house, except two odd looking gizmos that I could've thought was alien technology.

What the hell was this place?

Three figures stepped out of the shadows wearing long ash gowns with a hood that covered their faces.

"My friends," she started and bowed. "This is the boy plagued by the Lycan curse. I have brought him for the cleansing ritual.”

The figures said nothing. Two of them walked to the gizmos and began adjusting some knobs and buttons.

One figure appeared with a cup half filled with a purplish fluid. He passed the cup to me and nodded.

"Drink it," Principal Logrange whispered.

I hesitated.

"Trust me, it's not poisonous."

I stared at the drink in my hands. Closing my eyes, I drank it. I felt like throwing up. Did I taste wolfsbane in it?

The figure then pointed at the floor space between the machines.

"Lie down there," Logrange whispered again.

I obeyed, even though I was not comfortable with the idea.

I looked up at Legrange and she smiled back. My vision faded, slowly, but I could hear them chanting some incantations in a strange language. I felt my body shifting and convulsing. The sting in my chest intensified and I screamed. It felt like it was spreading through my entire body.

As they continued their ritual, I suddenly couldn't feel anything; like my body wasn't mine anymore.

What were they doing to me?