SPECTRAL REFORMATION

The figure quietly trudged on.The stab already developing into a sore ached more. 'f**k I badly need a rest...'He whispered. The injury although not even a day old, was already paralyzing his left side. He settled for a weak gaze at the steep blood that was already having a fetid smell. He crossed another balcony but he wasn't so lucky. Falling like a pile of crumpled bones, he muttered his name in a half groan. "Ron..." Just then he felt the intense gaze of someone. Twisting in a half turn his eyes Criss- Crossed the young male silhouette. 'What on earth is he staring at.' A cold feeling sprouted in his bowel. He raised his hand and dropped it on impulse. Clenching his fist and clasping his cauterized side, he shouted : "Get out !" No response. "Get out...now !"He reiterated. Still the figure stood. Ron viggio could see him shaking in fear...or maybe in dread. The figure was now moving forward; step by step. His eyes considerably sharp. His face poised in an illogical manner. 'I will have to kill this...'His thoughts were jolted by a shrieking cry from an adjoining room two doors away. Consequently, the boyish figure bolted to the cry source. He abruptly stopped to a tiptoe when he was almost a hair's breadth from Ron as though pleading. Then he continued. Ron was already on the floor. After been thoroughly weakened by the blood loss. His blood was already turning black indicating he was partially infected. He breathed hard and took the last vial of the antidote. Suddenly, a woman who appeared to be the figure's mum came out. On her face was a bright feeling of anger. Coming closer, she set her gaze on Ron's face. Then she said : "Viggio, you're finally home. I've been waiting for you all this years... mummy's boy." Not hesitating, she hugged Viggio. The boyish figure also ran out as if planned and also hugged him. He was finally home. "Where did you get this injury from.." Ron shrugged." Never mind" It was the woman's turn to talk." I will have it personally treated."