Chapter Eight – Assassin, Part One

Chris walked around the hospital room, he watched as his six year old son laid laying on the hospital bed, sleeping; when only hours before he was seconds away from death. He couldn't believe he let himself not see the signs that Josh was actually sick. He then walked over and sat down on a chair by the bed.

His mind was busy with thinking and wondering he blocked out the beeping from the machine above monitoring Josh's heart rate and blood pressure. He took his sons small gentle hand and held it, he felt the hand close in around him, Chris looked at Josh, he was still sleeping.

"I am so sorry." Chris said as a tear fell from his eye. He wiped it away, and then he used his hand and flattened Josh's bushy brown hair. Chris sniffled, and laid his head down right by his son's hand.

"He's going to be alright." Said Doctor Brown as she walked into the room. Chris lifted his head and stood up from the stool.

"Still doesn't excuse it, I should have been more careful."

"Chris, any parent could have made that mistake, if he was my son I would have reacted the same way."

Chris didn't say anything he just looked forward, watching his son sleep.

Bianca shimmered into her house in Hartford. She took the vile of blood into her bedroom, and opened a drawer by her bed and took out a black polished octagon box with a red bird on the cover. She opened it and took out a black stone which was darker then night itself. She admired the stone, before putting it back into the box.
"If this works the stone will turn white, which means," Her voice dies, and she dropped a few drops of blood onto the stone and instantly the stone turned from black to white, so fast the stone actually exploded. She turned her head and closed her eyes. She was amazed beyond anything in her life before, she picked up her phone and dialed a number. She waited, and talked.

"My Lord, its Bianca." She said, "I have good news – No – Better and bigger – my son, I thought he died in child birth, but he never did – No, he is the prophecy – I know he must – don't worry it will be painless." She hung up the phone, and went over to her closet. She opened it up and only saw a normal closet full of clothing, belts, shoes, and suits. She then clapped her hands three times, and the clothing disappeared and a closet of weapons appeared. She looked at her collection of athames, knifes, swords, razor discs, potions, and more. She took out a silver athame with a bird on the end and the blade was five inches long. She put the athame in her jacket breast pocket closed the closet doors and shimmered away.

(Author's Note: Hey guys I am so so sorry I haven't updated this story in a month, I had serve writers block and school. But I am writing the story right now as we speak, and this was just a little teaser to give you guys something.)