The Legend Of The Saints - Chapter 5

Legend of the saints by Mescopaul 

Chapter 5

Doctor Stormsan emerged from the emergency ward and
waved Philips Archeles to his office. Once seated Dr.
Stormsan began to speak,

"Sir your son's case is bad, we did
our best , the fever is down now, but the eyes are turning
bloody red, we've checked and crosschecked our patient
but we couldn't find the cure for his eyes."

"What about the excruciating pains and the splitting head?"
Asked a worried Grandpa.

"The pains I think must have subsided but the more his fever
and pains subsides, the more his eyes seems to turn more
reddish in colour."

A short quiet silence followed, Philips Archeles thought
about this new problem at hand,
_"what might be the cause of this sickness?",_
He wondered.
Breaking his thoughts, the
doctor spoke,

"We might be discharging him tomorrow , if he
is okay by then, but for his eyes I'm sorry sir, we're not sure
if we can do anything about them."

"Okay doctor, thanks."

Allen remained indoors for a whole week. Daily sitting on the
couch with his diary in hand, and a watery eyes that shown
pure red. He didn't want to go to school to be mocked by his
porous classmates. The next week wasn't better for him
either and exams were already lurking around the corner. He
had to get to school no matter what, as far as he could walk,
and think, what was more! He thought, a big dark sunglasses
would take care of his embarrassing eyes, he decided firmly.

Granny bought the sunglasses the next day and by Tuesday the
following day, in a brown coloured top, a denim jean
trousers and a large dark sunglasses with a sized hat, Allen
was off to school.

"Hey man, what's this all for?"

 It was Sammy, staring mouth
agape at Allen as they waited for a cab.

"Are you going for a show?" Sammy pressed further just as
they both entered a dazzling new taxicab.

"No I'm going to school, boy" replied Allen briefly.

"Why! School?"

"Yea school , and I want a moment of peace today Sam"
Allen replied annoyed already.

"But I haven't said anything yet and you already annoyed"
The confused Sammy replied.

"Why the sunglasses , have you broken your eyes ?" Sammy
asked again.

_"Oh my God!",_
Allen thought ,
_"I will kill this boy if he tries anything funny today"_

"No, if I did you would have known", Allen answered casually trying
to suppress his anger.

"Okay, but the glasses don't really look good on you, and the
hat, oh God, you are crazy."

Allen kept quiet all through the babbling of Sammy till they
got to the school gate. Allen checked his time, he was ten
minutes late already.

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As usual murmurings and taunts echoed through the class as
Allen stepped in. He had never been seen dressing in this
manner before, the hat, the sunglasses , it was just too
much for the faultfinding students, and worse , he didn't
look cute in the glasses and hat. Even Kimball struggled to
suppress a giggle.

"Hi, old boy, what's this all about?",
she whispered to Allen as
Mr Charles struggled with the mathematics he was teaching.

"I just want to look different today , is that bad?",
asked Allen, a little bit annoyed.

"Nope, its not bad, but you don't look cool, you look like a village cowboy.",
whispered Kimball, all smiles,
flashing the most beautiful set of '32'.

Simeon, the next student in front heard her and soon the
whole class was whispering,

_"Allen, the village cowboy"_

Allen stormed out of the class as an outburst of shrieking
laughter followed promptly. Mr Charles thought the laughter
was directed at him, so while the students laughed on, Mr
Charles' eyes glowered like an angry cat. Kimball , feeling
very sorry , ran after Allen who was already heading to the
back of the hall, a tear escaped his eyes, and the effect
burned deep into the very sockets of his eyes and the pain
was sore and provoking.

 Kimball caught up with him "Hey AL, I'm sorry, I was only joking"

Allen kept mute, but the tears refused to cease, and the pain
grew hot.

"What! You're crying , oh I didn't know you were hurt that much, I'm so sorry Al"

Allen couldn't say a word. All Kimball could do was plead
forgiveness , while Allen stared blinking teary eyes.

 Allen
was now more confused than ever, how can one's eyes turn
to blazes overnight?
What the hell was happening to him?

And the answers was no where to be found.

Suddenly a strange feeling of anger which he couldn't control
welled up in him. The anger was driving him mad, and a
strange force took him over.

 He stood up abruptly as did
Kimball also , and moved swiftly towards the hall, just then
Simeon came out and on seeing Allen he burst into a fresh
ribs cracking laughter .

Allen walked straight to him , the
strange force suddenly empowered him so much that he
knew very well that he could remove the whole building with
his bare hands. When he got to the laughing Simeon , he held
his neck and felt the bones melt under his hands like paste.

Allen picked up Simeon and smashed his head against the
windscreen of Mr Charles' car.

"Jesus ! Al! What are you doing?",
Screamed the frightened
Kimball.

Allen let go of Simeon and stumbled home while
Simeon lay in his pool of blood, as Kimball quickly rushed
and bandaged his bleeding head with her handkerchief. A
nearby chemist was called and Simeon was treated.

 Classes
abruptly ended for the day and as all the students dispersed
to different directions, Mr Charles paced up and down
outside the classroom yelling,

"Where's the bastard that
smashed my screen!!!"

Allen felt himself being controlled and motivated by a
special force. The desire to do evil surged through him day
and night. He was always hungry to see the flow of blood.

He was manipulated , confused and totally depressed.

He always wondered,
_"Why all these unhealthy behavior, why all this desire to do evil? Why all this wanton feelings?"_

Allen found no answer to these questions , but one thing
was sure enough, he was no longer Philips Allen, he was now
Aragon Allen.


Granny stood at the garden and pondered gravely about
Allen's condition. He thought earnestly where he had met
someone that had similar red eyes like Allen's, but the
certainty was blurred. He thought about the legend: no, he
thought about Aragon , but Aragon didn't have red eyes ,
then like a snap he remembered clearly - Michel's body on
close observation was said to have bloodshot eyes after his
death, and he was very sure that Aragon had killed Michel.

Reality hit him hard, and the words crept back slowly into his
memory - the very words he told Allen:

*"Aragon is coming back, but is searching for a soul of his lineage to possess"*

The clarity of the words and its connection to Allen's recent
behavior was enough fact to justify the claim. It was clear
and evident -
"Aragon has possessed Allen. He had found the soul, he
would now rise up against Kamburry."

A jolt of fear shot through the old man. Steadily and slowly
like a woman in labour he walked into his room and lay
quietly.
 The night was still!

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Allen and Kimball crossed the busy Showbiz area to the
country side were the atmosphere was quiet and still . Allen
decided to let Kimball see his eyes during their outings the
day before. Kimball was sorry for him and pleaded for her
past actions which were not all that considered right by her,
but with Allen, that was nothing , it could had happen to
anyone.

"You know what Al?

Allen shook his head. The cool breeze blew into their faces,
the country side was very quiet except for the sounds of
chirping birds.

"Mum told me something yesterday , she said my dad is a
descendant of one of your father's wife."

"But I know that already ,... That's why we are cousins."

Allen replied.

"She also said our ancestors where not in peace with yours
and that my association with you could bring disaster."

"She thinks so?" Allen asked with detest.

"Yea, she ...and...I don't...",
She trailed off.

"Well maybe its true then, so you can keep off from me now,
'guess its time we say goodbye",
Allen finished gravely as the
tears stood in her eyes.

"Why would you say a thing like that?",
Kimball asked amidst
suppressing sobs.

"Why won't I? You never can tell, the disaster could start
anyway, anytime.... "

As they talked on, Aragon stood at a respectable distance
behind them smiling broadly and nodding his head as if
confirming something.

The hot, dry and harsh wind chased the birds to their nest
and people everywhere hurried inside , but two
figures perched on the roof of the Tower of ParksLane, a
famous hotel in Kamburry , remained adamant to the harsh
weather.

"Welcome brother, its been a very long time indeed."

 Aragon's
voice sounded clear through the empty space.

"A long time, yea, the time you've been waiting for..the time
you've always waited for , uh?"

 Sylva's voice was rough and
hard.

"Oh lets not go over this again, its my time now and you
know it",
 Aragon grinned wickedly.

"It has always been your time, devil! But now I assure you its
mine this time around", replied Sylva.

"No!!!", thundered Aragon
and the city reechoed the word a hundred times.

"You don't have a hand in this, you can't stop me now, my
revenge is eminent and evident !!", barked the furious Aragon.

"You had always loved to revenge , I tried my best to stop
you then, thousands of years ago, but I failed , but i assure
you now, brother, its either you go back to your stinking
grave or wage war with me, Kamburry remains one!
And i
shall not let you get hold of it!"

The voice of Sylva was pitched and sounded like the
voice of many waters, the whole of Kamburry shook and
Aragon covered his ears till Sylva was done speaking.

 Then
angrily he flew with his outstretched wings amidst a howling
and a shrieking laughter, yelling as he flew,
"Kamburry must be
mine, Kamburry is mine!!"

Sylva gave him a hot chase and together like two large birds
they fought in the sky, then they fell on a house top - The
prime minister's mansion - fuming and hauling fires and
thunderbolts at each other, the top building shattered to
pieces by a missile from Aragon and was taken by the neck
by Sylva amidst struggling and gasping.

"Now listen , old fool, you lay a finger on that boy and I
would kill you.",
with that Sylva pushed Aragon against the wall and the
whole lot broke to pieces.

 Police cars and helicopters were
already racing to the top of the Prime minister's mansion to
see what was going on up there, but they couldn't see
anything or anyone , only occasional crashing down of the
mansion and unexplainable explosions of fireballs and
crackling thunders as Aragon and Sylva were locked on in a
bloody magic-clad fight.

They decided that a bomber had planted bombs and
explosives in the mansion and that all occupants should
evacuate immediately. The evacuation followed promptly.

Aragon gained ground and slipped off Sylva's grasp,
flapping his huge wings in the air he shouted happily at Sylva,

"I sought all these years for a soul to possess , and now I've
got two souls, isn't that wonderful !!",
and with that he flew
away leaving behind old Sylva staring in discomfort.

The prime minister's mansion was almost evacuated now,
and the police and State Security Agency swarmed the whole
surrounding searching for explosives and bombs that never
existed. While somewhere in the heart of Kamburry two
fellows with blood-shot eyes, possessed by Aragon tore
at the heart of a couple who had wondered alone into the
country side.