Part Ninety-Seven

At the house, Adara concentrated on Edna. It was as if she could communicate with the illness itself, identify it and she instinctively knew.

“She has pancreatic cancer,” Adara said softly.

“How did you know?” Robert asked her in wonder.

“I don’t know, it’s like I can see it. Can I try something Robert?” Adara asked him and he nodded.

Adara placed her hands on Edna’s abdomen and started concentrating. She was whispering to herself, but her words made no sense to me. I was enamored with what she was doing. I could see a shift in Edna’s aura.

“It’s working, Adara. I can see her pain shift. Keep going,” I encouraged her. I could sense Adara’s power rising, her aura started to glow, a deep bright white with a yellow tinge. It started turning light red.

Thirty minutes later Adara slumped from her kneeling position and supported her body with her one arm. Her aura glowed a bright red, but she had done it. She had taken all of the cancer from Edna’s body, her aura throbbed and returned to its natural light blue color. Adara was standing in a room, inside her own mind, she looked around in awe as she realized that this was where everything was stored that she took from people. She placed it in a box and wrote ‘Edna’ on the side. She opened her eyes and she was back in the drawing room.

Robert had stood behind Adara the entire time and he was awe-struck at what he had just witnessed. Adara’s healing was so powerful that Robert could see it happen. Edna sat up and smiled.

“It’s gone, the pain is all gone. I feel like I’m thirty again!” she exclaimed and Adara smiled exhausted.

Edna was healed and her doctors would be stumped. When asked about it later Edna would reply that she turned to her ancestral roots of natural medication and lots of praying.

“Karani’s here…” I started to say but stopped myself.

It was her but it wasn’t her. I couldn’t explain it. The hairs rose on the back of my neck. I walked slowly down the hall towards the kitchen where Karani was walking towards me, no aura, with Death following closely behind her. I ran out of the house and got into the Jeep as I sped to the den. Death was coming for my mother!

“We should go,” Robert said to Adara and helped Edna up.

“Thank you so much. I don’t know how I will ever thank you for saving my mother,” Robert continued.

Adara smiled and Edna hugged her. “I’m just really glad that I could help at all,” Adara said looking towards the hallway.

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Malachi ended his call with Chief McKenzie and walked into the den. Karani wasn’t there. He cursed in his head as he walked towards the stairs that led to the basement. He smelled blood and ran down the stairs.

Malachi reached the bottom stair of the basement as Karani’s body hit the floor. He screamed and the rage and turmoil turned him instantly. He barged through the cell door, taking it off its hinges, he snapped at Ramos’s throat, his eyes were huge and filled with fear as he stared into Malachi’s eyes and he saw his own looming death.

In a split-second Malachi had ripped his head from his shoulders. He turned back to his human form and kneeled beside Karani and screamed again. His mind couldn’t comprehend the scene in front of him. He knew that she was dead, but he couldn’t process it. The sobs and screams emanating from him echoed against the walls.

I had run out of the house, not wanting to believe what I had just seen. I could hear Malachi’s screams as I stopped the Jeep and ran down the stairs to the basement.

The scene that awaited me was horrific, so bad that I couldn’t breathe. Malachi was holding Karani, rocking her dead body in his arms, his face in her neck. His torn clothes lay by the stairs. I saw Ramos’s headless body in the cell.

I wanted to faint and throw up at the same time from the intensity of my pain. Malachi’s pain was creating a migraine in my head and I felt my heartbeat increase so much that I was having palpitations.

I screamed out my pain for Karani and the pain from Malachi became so intense that I absorbed everything around me. I had taken it without meaning to. It shot into me with such force that it pushed me backwards and my back hit the wall with a loud thud.

Malachi looked up as he felt the hate, rage and pain leave his soul. He hadn’t heard Kiran. He knew instantly what had happened, Kiran had taken all of his negative emotions. It must have been too much for him. Kiran lay unconscious on the floor. Malachi could still hear his heart beating faintly.

Malachi went upstairs to the closet and put on the clothes they kept there as spares. He went back downstairs and heard another car pulling up. He smelled Adara. He picked Kiran up and took him upstairs just as Adara rushed through the front door.

“What happened to him?” Adara asked worriedly. She rushed to Kiran’s side as Malachi put him down on the couch. She didn’t feel or see anything like she had with Edna. She placed her hands on him but nothing happened and she started to cry in frustration.

“He took it all from me. I’m not sure if he meant to or not, but it was too much for him,” Malachi said softly.

“Took what from you? What’s going on?” Adara asked, confused.

“Karani’s dead. Ramos killed her and I don’t want you to come downstairs. It’s too much,” Malachi said with fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. He could handle this pain; it didn’t consume him like the previous pain did.

“No! It can’t be true!” Adara said but somehow, she knew that it was. She sort of floated to the floor in slow motion and wept uncontrollably. Malachi took a blanket downstairs and wrapped Karani carefully in it up to her neck. He didn’t want Adara to see the damage to her throat. He carried her upstairs and laid her down on the other couch.

Adara screamed at the sight of Karani’s lifeless body. She rushed over to her and put her hands on the blanket and concentrated. She concentrated so hard that her head started to pound.

“You can’t heal death, Adara,” Malachi said and took her by the arm.

They stood together hugging, me on one couch and my dead mother on the other. With a headless body in the basement, our life had become a horror story.