The Hybrid Princess

Chapter 4

Molly's Part

"Molly…" her mum, Mrs Margaret screamed, lifting her hands to cover her lips immediately afterwards, terrified by the sight in front of her.

Molly tilted her head slightly backwards, a little distracted as her mum's voice resounded in her head. She realised vaguely that she was holding onto her dad's neck and tried to let go of his neck but couldn't since she seemed not to be in control of herself. "Oh no!" Molly exclaimed inwardly, fighting within her to resist the urge of the craving for blood on seeing her dad's pale face and his pleading or rather terrifying eyes staring back at her.

Mr Martin unconsciously lifted his large palms to his daughter's hands around his neck, trying to pull them away from his neck but couldn't. He could see how strong Molly's grip was and he knew at once that this wasn't his daughter's strength. Terrified, he turned his gaze on his wife Mrs Margaret from the corner of his eyes. "Do something Margaret," he muttered, feeling the life slowly being reaped out of him.

"Molly, Please, he is your Dad for goodness sake," Mrs Margaret screamed again at a loss on what to do at the moment and still terrified.

"Help me, Mum," Molly screamed inwardly too, still fighting within her to let go of her Dad's neck, scared of what she might do to her Dad as she could not fight the craving for blood growing intensely within her. Trying to unwrap her hands that were still wrapped tightly around her Dad's neck, she recalled briefly that this was the same thing she did with their goat earlier this morning.

"Please help me Mum!" Molly screamed inwardly again, tilting her head backwards as her strength and craving grew with more intensity, unable to resist the urge. "I cannot have my Dad's blood," she cried inwardly as she found that she could not stop herself as the forces in control of her seemed to be stronger than her will to stop her craving for blood.

Mrs Margaret shook her head frantically, not sure of what to do to stop the scene happening in front of her. She could see Molly glaring at her Dad and trying to squeeze the life out of him, she suddenly glanced around her, unconsciously, and without thinking, she picked Molly's reading chair in the room and plunged it onto her daughter's back to try and stop her from harming her Dad.

Molly turned sharply to her Mum who's lips were parted in disbelief as she saw that her strike yielded no meaningful result as Molly even seemed to be charged more by it.

Molly groaned angrily at her mum Mrs Margaret, forgetting that she was her mum because of the pain she felt from her strike, slowly loosening her grip on her Dad's neck. Mr Martin quickly unwrapped Molly's hands away from his neck seeing that she loosened her grip, thankful that his wife did that to save him. He coughed out loudly too as he inhaled deeply, robbing his palms on his neck to sooth the pain he felt from Molly's grip.

"No Molly…" Mrs Margaret muttered frightfully, taking a few steps backwards as Molly walked slowly towards her, glaring furiously at her too. Mrs Margaret could feel Molly's rage as she walked towards her and was scared that she might hurt her instead but luckily for her, before Molly could get to her, A few of their neighbours who heard her screaming rushed into the room, distracting Molly's attention from her.

"Watch out!" Mr Martin shouted as Molly turned her attention and swiftly made a move on one of the men who came towards him seeing how he was coughing and robbing his palms on his neck but before the man could grasp the warning, Molly already got to him and knocked him off with one swing of her hand that he landed heavily on his back against the wall.

The other neighbours, terrified by what just happened, rushed towards Molly all at once. Molly tried to fight them off but couldn't because they were too strong for her and she was already becoming weak from that one strike earlier.

"Get a rope, we need to tie her up quickly," one of the neighbours shouted, gesturing to another neighbour who ran off immediately to get a rope while they held Molly down.

"Take it easy on my daughter," Mr Martin said tearfully, slowly taking a seat on the floor, his gaze on Molly and his hands still robbing unconsciously on his neck. He could not believe his precious daughter was being treated like this and all he could do was watch, while Mrs Margaret slowly knelt on the floor, her heart tearing apart from the pain of seeing her daughter being trapped down like a wild animal that had gone out of control.

"Here is the rope," the neighbour who ran out to get a rope said immediately after he got back into the room, throwing the rope he had found to the others before he could reach them himself.

Molly felt almost lifeless as the men began to tie her up, with all her strength gone, she could not help but feel suffocated as their neighbours busied themselves with tying her up.

"Matthew, are you alright," one of the neighbours asked the man Molly knocked to the wall earlier after they had finished tying Molly up and seeing that she fell unconscious, while the others watched, now feeling a little terrified by what had happened here.

"I think I broke a leg," Matthew said, groaning a little as he tried to sit up on the floor, feeling his body ache. "What's happening with your daughter, Molly?" Matthew asked, peering from Mr Martin to Mrs Margaret before his gaze rested on Molly who was tied up on the floor, now looking lifeless. He has been their neighbour for quite some time now and he could still recall the incident with Molly on her sixteenth birthday where she killed a chicken as he was among those that saw what happened back then.

"I do not know, Matthew, I do not know what has gotten into my daughter," Mr Martin replied tearfully, his gaze on his daughter and his heart, broken seeing her like that.

"I think your daughter has been possessed by an evil spirit, if you ask me, Mr Martin," one of the neighbours, Nelson said in response to Matthew's question, his brows furrowed a little. Just like Matthew, he was also present when Molly had her first kill, and since then, he has been quite interested in Molly's behaviour as the days went by and could see how different Molly seemed from the other children in the neighbourhood.

"I think so too," James, another neighbour said in agreement to what Nelson said, even though he was not around when Molly had her first kill, he has seen how strange she acts from other children in the neighbourhood too. "I think you should find a solution for your daughter before it's too late," James added, looking from Mr Martin to his wife Mrs Margaret.

"I told you our daughter is possessed but you won't believe me," Mrs Margaret said tearfully, peering at her husband Mr Martin, after hearing her neighbours thoughts about her daughter, Molly, "we could have found a solution to this by now, then this wouldn't have happened," Mrs Margaret added and then started sobbing, wishing something was done since Molly's sixteenth birthday to help her, maybe this would not have happened, she thought.

"You need to stop crying now, Margaret, all hope is not lost yet," Mrs Susan, one of the ladies who was also their neighbour said, trying to console Mrs Margaret.

"Do you think so?" Mrs Margaret asked, lifting her teary eyes at her neighbour, Mrs Susan.

"I know so, Margaret, so you should stop crying now, there is a man I know who can handle matters like this…" Mrs Susan was saying when Mrs Margaret interrupted her immediately she heard her mention a man who could help.

"A man, is there a man who could help my daughter?" Mrs Margaret asked, peering at Mrs Susan, wiping off tears that had fallen down her cheek with the back of her palm.

"Yes, Margaret, if you want, I can send for him right away," Mrs Susan said to the interest of the other neighbours in the room and peering from Mr Martin to Mrs Margaret who also peered at her curiously.

"Yes, sure go ahead, Susan, please," Mr Martin said before his wife could speak, crawling to where Molly was lying, tied up on the floor.

Molly slowly opened her eyes, regaining consciousness as she felt her Dad's presence near her. "Save me," she muttered enough for her Dad, Mr Martin to hear her, her gaze vaguely on Mr Martin whose heart sank immediately as his daughter called out for him to save her.