Chapter Four

Tybalt's mother stared nervously at the package on the table. The fact that appeared out of nowhere wasn't what truly concerned her. Unexplainable things have always kind of occurred around her so that was nothing new. She just took it as one of life's many mysteries. After all, things beyond comprehension happened all the time. No, what worried her was different. She had always had a good sense of when something bad was going to occur. She had a talent for reading energy. And as she stood and stared at the package, also she got was wicked energy, bad juju. That package emitted nothing but an extremely ominous aura.

She took a few steps closer to the mystery box. She internally debated with herself on what she should do. She mustered up the strength to reach out to the package, but quickly recanted.

It's just a box. What are you afraid of?

She tried to convince herself that nothing could possibly go wrong. She once again reached out for the package. Her hand was mere inches away when the box vibrated. Jumping back, a little screech escaped from her mouth. It was quickly silenced when she placed her hand over her mouth. The package returned to its original state of stillness. Now a stare off ensued.

After a minute or two, she once again approached the package. Once again, coaxing and coaching was needed to muster the courage to interact with this package.

That wasn't natural. What the hell is this thing?

Again, she reached out. This time the package remained still, even upon her making physical contact. Confirming that the world wasn't in an immediate danger, Tybalt's mother picked up the box. It was no bigger than a Rubik's Cube. She brought it close to her face. Her eyes ran across every inch of it, inspecting it for any defects or dangers. Satisfied in her findings, or lack thereof, she put the package to her ear. She heard nothing. She gave it a little shake. Still nothing. Tybalt's mother couldn't even begin to fathom what the package contained.

Who is this from? What could be in this box?

Internal debate ensued again. It didn't last long though. There was only one way to get answers to the questions that she had.

Caution to the wind.

She put it back on the table…she pulled back one of the seals. And then she did it.

She opened the package and everything in the room went dark. Howls and ghastly groans echoed throughout the entire out. It seems like the entire house was shaking this time. Tybalt's mother had staggered back screaming in fear. This was the most afraid she'd ever been. She truly thought today was going to be her last day alive. In her final moments her son came to mine. Even though he wasn't of her blood, there was no one she loved more. She uttered a quick prayer of protection over him under her breath. She'd come to grips with what was probably about to open.

Those same winds that Tybalt's mom seemingly threw caution to now ran throughout the house like a herd of horses; wild and untamed. There was a sudden nose at the front door. Some bust into the house.

"Regina!", a voice shouted. "Is everything ok?" Regina recognized the voice as her and Tybalt's neighbor.

"ALAN DON'T!", Regina shouted. She didn't even really understand what she was warning him about, but she knew there was nothing good that could come out of his presence here. And she was right. She saw a teal light leave from Alan's mouth and fly into the opened box. Alan's body hit the floor heavy and lifeless…