Sam waited for his estranged mother to respond but was only met with her blank stares.
“How long has my baby sister been like this?” Chris turned to Ramon.
“For the post two weeks. We’re had to make sure she eats every day. Half of the time one of our nurses have had to spoon feed her? Speaking of which, it’s time for her lunch.”
As Sam tries to reach out to his mother, a young nurse with light brown skin rolls in a cart with a plate of food on it.
“Is this a bad time,” the noise says.
“Sheriff, this is Onika. She’s a new nurse in training.” Ramon said as he turned to Onika. Give us ten minutes.”
“What,” Sam said, morning to Onika. “Can I bring her lunch to her?”
“I don’t think that’s the best idea.” Ramon said.
“It’s his mother,
The boy hasn’t seen her in person for over ten years. Chris said.
“I understand Sheriff but I could get in trouble if anything happens to LaToya or any of you.”
“I can handle my sister. Let the boy feed his mother.”
Sam made his way to the cart as Onika lifted the try and handed it to him.
“Good to see you again, Spi Boy.” Onika smiled as her checks blushed pink.
“Please don’t call me that.” Sam smiled back, showing his pale white teeth. “Sam,” Chris eye browed his nephew.
“Right”
Sam took the tray from Onika and carried it to his mom.
“Are you hungry, mom?”
LaToya continued to rock in her chair barley noticing her son in front of her.
“I can feed you if you want.” Sam said.
Sam lifted the sandwich to his mother who suddenly LaToya leaped at him knocking the food away and squeezed her son’s wrist as she pinned him to the ground.
“LaToya,” Chris yelled as he and Ramon ran to save Sam.
But LaToya waved her hand, costing purple spiritual energy do throw them cross the wall.
Onika ducked before their bodies could hit her.
“Kukataavodoni.” LaToya chanted as her grip on Sam begun to butch at his flesh.”
“Mom, stop. You’re hurting me.”
“Kukataavodoni, Kukataa vodoni.”
“Sammy” Onika yelled running to his aid.
But LaToya thrusted her palm toward Onika and propelted her to the wall, pinning her body against it.
“Onika.” Sam called out.
Her body began to be absorbed into the wall as Chris and Ramon layed unconscious.
“Kukataavodoni, kukataavodoni.”
“Stop please.” Sam cried & struggling to break through his mother.
“Sammy.” Onika called out before her mouth became covered by the well. “Please don’t make me do this, mom.
“Kukataavodoni, kukataavodoni.”
LaToya chanted.
Sam fought back the tears in his eyes and the pain inflicted by his own mother as he regretfully fought back.
“Rohoyawassiiliteswa.” Sam chatedbefore opening his eyes and casting green spiritual energy from this body.
The blast pushed LaToya, knocking her against the wall behind her, and kendering her unconscious.
Onika was freed from LaToya’s Ramon fell to the ground, sleeping instantly as Onika made her way to Sam.
“Onika, you’re a voodooist? Chris asked:
“Yes, Sir. Now unfortunately thanks to this incident, so it Sam”
Onika tended to Sam’s wounds as Chris propped Ramon on an empty chair before lifting up his sister.
“Hold still.” Onika said as she softly caressed Sam’s wrist. “Ponyamkonohou”
Pink spiritual energy seeped from her hands, covering Sam’s wrist as they began to heal themselves.
“That’s a neat little trick.” Sam said.
“Simple healing spell. If you practiced with the covens you could have done it yourself.”
“You know why I could practice with you guys.”
“We could have protected you. We still could you know.”
“Young lady as much as I appreciate your help, I would also appreciate you to keep your coven as far away from my nephew as possible.”
“Uncle Chris, you saw what happened to the Chow Pow. Maybe the coven, isn’t a bad idea.”
“I have told you before that the coven is off limits. Ever since your mother….”
“I’m not my mom. I won’t end up like her.”
“Your damn right you won’t because you are not joining those people.”
“Those people are like family to me, Sheriff.” Onika said.” Things have changed since Mr. Sting and ColondEthol left.
Sam’s heart fluttered and his teeth nibbled on his lip as her heard his father’s name.
“I would thank you to not bring up my late brother in laws name.” Chris frowned.
“I’m sorry.” Onika said, her hands holding each other. Colonel Harrison Ethol was a beloved return in New Orleans. Even my dad admitted his respect for him.”
“Funny, everyone talks about my old man but I never had a chance to meet him.” Sam admitted.” I don’t even have the gold watch he gave to my mom.”
“The pockets watch?”
“You know where it is?” said Chris.
“I do. Follow me.”
Onika helped Chris put LaToya in bed and then she left the room for a brief second. “May be it was a mistake to bring you here.” The Sherieff said.
“Where else was I suppose to go?” Sam replied. “Besides, I had to see my mom again.”
“I don’t want it to happen like this. I wanted to wait until you were old enough to handle seeing her.”
“You’ve been saying that for years.” Every time I bring her up, you brush it off.”
“She attacked you, Sam.”
“May be because she needs my help. If you hit me, joined the coven……
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“There is more to that coven then you know.” Chris said. “You’ll just have to trust me about…”
“I found it.”
Onika came back into the room with a locked metal box in her hands. “We keep any personal items that belongs to the patients locked away so they can’t use them to hurt themselves.
“We keep any personal items that belong to the patients locked away so they can’t use them to hurt themselves.
We’ll finish this later.” Chris said to Sam.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“No. You good, Onika.” Sam answered.
Onika reached in her pocket and plulled out a pair of keys to unlock the box. She lifted the lid and offered it to Sam.
The young voodooist looked into the box to find the golden watch and a picture of a man and a woman with a symbol of a hornet on the man’s forehead.
“Who are these people?”
Chris walked over and let out a sigh of dread.
“Sam that is Donald and Clea Sting. They were amongst some of the most notorious serial killers in New Orleans.”
Chris pressed his hand on Sam’s shoulder before continuing his sentence.
“They are also your grandparents.”
Sam’s emotions fell into a flux of turbulence after hearing of his heritage." Wait a minute, grandpa and granny died when I was twelve.”“Those were my parents but not LaToya’s.” “She was adopted?” Sam asked.“My parents took her in when she was seven. I was only thirteen when the Styngs killed each other and left LaToya an orphan.”“Why did they kill each other?”“No one knows. But the Styngs left behind a history of murdering innocent people to gain more power from the vodon. My father was the sheriff during that period of time. He tried to prove that the Styngs were using voodoo to commit murder but he could never catch them.“How did they keep getting away?”“The Styngs had a small group of followers in the city who worked in secret for them in exchange for whatever their hearts desired.” Onika said.“How do you know that?” Sam asked.“My mom told me about my granddaddy being Donald’s apprentice during the 50’s. Back then, a black man was an easy target for racist white men to l
Heat flustered the pleasant vibes that filled the air as the two cousin’s stood ready to attack.“I’ve been practicing voodoo for years.” Nelson said. You don’t stand a chance.”“Try me, Jerk.”“Both of you, stop” Onika yelled.“Swahli: Forge a shell of pure energy” Nelson chanted.A massive dome conjured within the flames, trapping Sam and Nelson inside.“There, the priestess can’t save you now.” Nelson smirked.“Bring it on” Sam replied.“Swahli: I summon a cascade of skulls.”Several black spots farmed in the air as green flaming skills rocketed toward Sam. Sam clapped his hands together and began his own chant:“Swahli: Generating spiraling blades of iron.”A gust of silver wind formed around Sam as multiple blades generated out of thin air, slashing against the skulls as they connected.“You’re not the only one who’s been studying voodoo in secret.”“Let’s see what you got.” Nelson said as he folded his hands against each other.Out of his palms came a silver and brown wooden sta
Meanwhile, Sam and the others put Ramon to rest as they discuss their next step.“My spell will cause Ramon to stay a sleep for 30 more minutes.” Onika said. “When he wakes up, he won’t remember a thing.”“What’s the plan to stop whatever is killing people from doing it again?” Sam said.“I’d thought it be obvious Sammy. You’ll need to train to claim the throne of voodon.”“Wait just a minute. I know this is an ancient tradition, and all but you’re not getting my nephew killed, young lady.”“If Sam doesn’t join the coven, he’s as good as dead along with the rest of us.”“Why does it have to be me again?”“You’re a descendent from both the Ethol and Sting tribe. Your blood is the only kind that could banish Cypress if he’s freed.”“This is why I forbid Sam from using voodoo.” Chris said as he banged his fist on the wall.“That still doesn’t make sense of why I was able to use voodoo on my mom.” Sam said. “Usally, a voodooist has to eat the thrane of voodon.”“Wait just a minute. I know
During Stevie’s visit to his estranged father, Sam learns the terrifying conduction between him and the golden watch now reduced to pieces.“What’s the story with that watch?” Sam asked.“That watch once belonged to your other grandfather, Donald Styng.”“The serial killer Voodooist?”“Yes,” Benjermin said. “That watch was enchanted by cypress to act as a talisman for the final battle of the thrown.”“What thrown?”“The thrown of the voodoo king.” Nelson answered.“Every four centuries, the thrown of the voodon shifts out of balance with the mortal plane.”“You ever heard of Parabola?” Onika said, to Sam.“Yeah,” Sam replied. “Some made up paradise for Halloween characters. My uncle used to tell me it was just a myth.”“The myth is real Samuel.” Benjermin said.” Parabola is a separate dimmers on home for folklore.”“Folklore?”“It’s a general term for supernatural creatures including spell casters.” Onika added.“Parabola was forged to contain the most lethal supernatural entities so
News of his mother’s escape made Sam's stomach turn on its side." How did my mom brake out? "“I don’t know but I plan to find out.”“I’m coming with you.”“Like hell you are.”“Uncle Chris, come on. You’re too much in a bad shape to go on your own.”“Actually, I can help with that.” Onika said. ” Ondoa majeraha kwenye mwili wake, "Chris’s body become coated with pink spiritual constructs healing his body in seconds.“You got to teach me how to do that.” Sam smiled at her.Can’t believe I’m saving this but your right. Chris said. I believe its time you and your coven teach Sam how to properly use voodoo.”“Seriously?”This attack proves that more and more threats will come after you. As much as I hate to admit it, I can’t protect you from everything.”“I can take Sam to the coven to properly train for the next threat.” Onika added. If you like, I can teleport you to the ward, sheriff.”“I usually feel uneasy with those type of spells but in this case, I’ll make an exception.”“Rig
Excitement pumped through Sam’s body as the dreadlocked voodooist embraced his new look.“You will be given five trials to ensure that you are worthy of being on with our tribe.” Benjermin said.“Wait, I thought I already joined you guys. Sam asked.Allow me to rephrase that. Yes, you’re been accepted to our tribe but these trials will test you to see of your worthy of being our champion and defeating cypress’s voodooist.”“We’ve face threats by cypress before like were panther who attacked your uncle. Onika added. But since we’ve never been able to find out who this rogue voodooist is, we need to make sure everyone in our tribe can face them.Since you’re the Spi boy, that means you have to be on pare the most.” Nelson added.“Guess I’ll be doing your first trial.” One of the mask voodooist with long dread locks cutting off at his shoulders walks up and removes his mask. My name is Bernard Moonhouse but most of the tribe call me Beinge.”“Nice to meet you Beinge.” Sam replied.“Being
“Voodoo isn’t real!”Sam Ethol, a 16 year old high school student said to his best friend, Stevie Lacriox as the two sat outside the Chow Pow, a popular dinner in New Orleans, LA.“Come on Sammy. Are you really gonna sit here and tell me you don’t believe in magic?” Stevie Chuckled as he drank his 802 glass of sweet tea.“That’s what, I’m telling you, Stevie.” Sam replied him.As the two teenagers discussed their beliefs in the supernatural world, a largeover weight man with dark skin and a bald head came toward them with a bus boy tub and dropped it on the table between them.“Alright, break times over.” He said uninterested.“Come on house, we still got ten minutes left.” Sam complained.“Yeah, I know. But we got a huge rush cause of Mardi Gras. We ain’t got time to diddle dally. Now get going.”House said. “Oh well.” Stevie complained also. “Another day, another quarter.”“Watch it, Croix. Just because your daddy is in office doesn’t mean you can bad mouth how I pay my he
The burning symbol in his head scared Sam to set off in a cycle of slack.“Sammy ” Shirley called out to him“Yeah, Boss?”“Stay with us. I know this is all horrifying but we need to keep our calm until the police get here.”“What are we going to tell the cops?” Stevie said.“I don’t know.” Sam said.“We’ll take care of the cops. You two just keep calm till they show up.” House said.The board of police swens on the air pretreated the over boring silence of the ruined Chow Pow.The authorities moved in to find the workers studio in the middle of the carnage.“Everyone move in.” Sheriff McKnight ordered as the police officers moved inside the crime scene, escorting the surviving staff members to safety.“All units , I need a full sweep of the Chow Pow. Every inch of this restaurant is to be covered in yellow tape. No one gets in until I give the okay.While the officers covered Sam and the others with blankets, he saw the same voodoo mark from before been brighter in his hard.“I know