The Hybrid Princess

Chapter 8

Molly's Part

"I command you to let go of me…" Molly heard the priest struggle to mutter the words as she pressed her palms harder on his neck to squeeze the life out of him, even though she didn't want to do this she just could not control it as all she could feel was the burning desire to kill the priest.

"You should have listened when I asked you to leave earlier," Molly struggled to mumble the words, still trying to suppress her urge to kill the priest.

Samuel the priest has a white complexion, he is an average slim man, almost the same height as Molly only, Molly is a little bit taller than he is, which made it possible for her to look over his head.

The priest pulled on Molly's hand, still struggling to save himself but in vain. His large eyes peered down frightfully at Molly, wondering how he could make it out of here alive. He has gone to pray for some people in similar situations as Molly's but he has never seen a case like this and has never been lifted up with one hand by any of the people he had gone to pray for before.

"Where is the priest?" Matthew, one of the neighbours that came to check on Molly's condition, asked Mr Martin after they walked into their small living room, glancing from him to his wife, Mrs Margaret and Mrs Susan their neighbour who had brought the priest. They saw when they came in and followed behind shortly afterwards. Like Mr and Mrs Margaret and Martin Jackson, they also want Molly to be alright again as she was also like a daughter to them.

"He is in Molly's room with her," Mrs Susan replied instead of Mr Martin whose heart is in his throat, hoping that the priest would make Molly better.

"How is it going in there?" James asked after a while, peering at Mrs Susan who had replied Matthew's question, seeing that Mr Martin and his wife Mrs Margaret didn't seem to be in the right frame of mind to answer any questions.

"I guess the priest is working on her," Mrs Susan replied again almost immediately, turning her gaze on James.

"I cannot hear the priest's voice anymore," Mr Martin said, turning his gaze on his neighbours who were with him.

"Yes, I cannot hear a thing either, that's why I asked to know how things were going," James said immediately, his brows lifted, worried about what was going on, recalling what he had witnessed earlier.

"We need to check on them, don't you think, Mr Martin?" Matthew said again, his gaze on Mr Martin.

"I think we should," Mr Martin replied, nodding in agreement to what Matthew said. He was becoming too anxious to stand still and not do anything.

Molly quickly turned her gaze to the door, getting distracted by the sound that came from the door as Mr Martins and his neighbours barged into the room.

"Oh dear Lord!" Mrs Susan exclaimed, putting her palms over her lips immediately, terrified by the sight in front her, together with the other neighbours with her, including Mr Martin. Mrs Margaret just leaned on her back against the door, as she could not behold the sight of her daughter holding up the priest, her palms wrapped around his neck just as she had done to her Dad earlier.

"Put him down, Molly," Matthew said calmly, gesturing with his palm for Molly to put the priest who was still struggling to get free from her grip down, feeling frightened himself, even though he was doing his best not to show it.

"Do not get too close to her, Matthew, look, her eyes are beginning to turning red," James whispered sharply to warn Matthew, pointing at Molly. Matthew paused almost immediately, trying to calculate his moves properly.

"Stay back Nelson," Matthew, who caught sight of Nelson rushing into the room, said, pointing at Molly too.

"Woo," Nelson muttered, pausing abruptly a few steps into the room, as his gaze fell on Molly whose palms were still wrapped tightly around the priest's neck. He didn't expect to see Molly like this after they had tied her up before, he only ran into the room as he heard noises coming from Mr Martin House, he knew nothing about the priest as he had gone out to get something for himself to eat for the night after they tied Molly up. He did not even take note of Mrs Margaret who was leaning against the door post and Mrs Susan who was standing in a corner close to the door on the opposite direction as Mrs Margaret.

Molly groaned angrily, charging at her parents and their neighbours for coming to interrupt her, making them move backwards a little, frightened by her charge. She raised her lips in scorn as she saw her neighbours gesturing among themselves on how to attack her, she knew at once what they wanted to do with her especially when she saw two of the men holding the rope they used to tie her up before.

Molly threw Samuel the priest furiously at them, groaning and glaring from one person to the other, her pale blue eyes turning fiercely into red, her body cracking up within her, on the verge of driving her insane.

"Come, Priest," Matthew said when he rushed to the priest's side who was coughing out loudly now, his palms robbing around his neck to sooth his pain. Matthew grabbed him by the arm to pull him out of the room.

"Come on, everyone," James yielded, gesturing for Mrs Susan and Mr Martin to leave the room too, as well as Nelson who moved behind Matthew and the priest, grabbing Mrs Margaret along with him away from the door. James turned around immediately and pushed the door close behind them after they had all ran out of the room before Molly could follow.

Molly suddenly felt her body quiver as she tried to follow behind them, slowly loosing her balance on the ground, and almost immediately she fell on her back to the ground, her body started jerking as it did.

"Oh no, my baby,' Mrs Margaret muttered tearfully, leaning against the door to Molly's room and started sobbing uncontrollably, her attention turning from the priest who was still being attended to by her neighbours and her husband Mr Martin to Molly who she could hear jerking in her room, she didn't know what's going on with her daughter, but wished she could help her immediately.

The others lifted their gaze to Mrs Margaret as she started sobbing including Samuel the priest who had regained some strength. While her husband Mr Martin crawled to sit close to her, her neighbours looked at her in pity.

Mr Martin just pulled his wife, Mrs Margaret closer to him side, trying to console her, his heart also tearing apart as he heard Molly from where he was seated beside his wife.

"You don't have to cry, Mrs Margaret," Samuel the priest said in a husky but angry tone, his hands robbing against his neck because of the pain he still felt from Molly's grip earlier.

"That thing in there, whatever it is, is not your daughter, Mrs Margaret, that is the devil himself," Samuel the priest added, sitting up properly on the floor, sounding angry and terrified at the same time.

"No, my daughter is not the devil," Mrs Margaret said in a husky tone, shaking her head slightly, folding her knees and wrapping her arms around it.

Didn't you see her?" The priest asked, his tone a little higher, feeling angrier that Mrs Margaret would be crying because of Molly. "Your daughter's eyes were turning red already and she had the strength of a thousand men, you still believe that's your daughter in there?" He added, turning his gaze from Mrs Margaret to Mr Martin's and then to their neighbours, who all still looked terrified.

"Don't say that, priest or whatever you call yourself, my daughter is not the devil, she is suffering in there and you have the guts to call her the devil, she need our help," Mrs Margaret snapped at Samuel the priest, her brown eyes fierce as she spoke with rage, even though her knees where still curled up and her arms wrapped tightly around them. "My daughter needs help, priest, not the other way around it," She added, her lips raised in furry, turning to her husband, Mr Martin who pressed his hands on her shoulders to try and calm her down.

Mr Martin shook his head sideways, "it's not his fault, Margaret, he almost died in there," Mr Martin told his wife, gesturing for her to try and calm down, recalling that he also went through the same thing and he knew exactly what the priest when through, what the priest went through was probably worst than his, he thought.

"That's no reason enough to call her the devil, my daughter is not the devil, Martin, she has only been possessed and we need to find a way to save her," Mrs Margaret told her husband, Mr Martin and then began to sob again. Mr Martin slowly hugged his wife and trying to keep himself from crying too, but it was obvious to his neighbours how he felt.

Their neighbours just stared at them feeling very sad for them, especially their older neighbours. Samuel, the priest too, pressed his lips together, getting sad at the sight in front of him, wishing he did not say what he had just said about Molly, his hands still robbing unconsciously against his neck.

"I think Zack would be able to handle this better than I have," Samuel the priest said calmly, making Mr and Mrs Margaret and Martin turn their gaze immediately on him, including their neighbours.

"Who is Zack?" Molly who had suddenly stopped jerking on the floor in her room heard her Dad Mr Martin ask, even though she does not know who the question was directed to as she wasn't able to hear their conversation before because of her state.

"Zack is a priest too, Mr Martin, he was my teacher," Molly heard Samuel the priest say to his dad.

"Are you sure he could help?" Mrs Margaret asked immediately before her husband could speak, wiping the tears that blured her vision with the back of her palms, peering at Samuel the priest.

"I think he would," the priest replied even though he wasn't sure Zack could handle Molly's situation.

"What are you waiting for then, bring him to cure my daughter already," Mrs Margaret said, sounding very anxious.

"Oh no, not again," Molly who heard the conversation from her room muttered, thinking that it was a bad idea because of how her body had reacted after she met Samuel the priest. She curled herself up on the floor wishing there was something she could do to free herself from whatever was happening to her without having to face another priest or making her parents worry, as she hated it and was tired of it herself.