Ada: The Witch Huntress

Chapter 6: Hopeless Despair

Reynan sat up on his bed as he woke up to the nightmare that had been currently repeating in his dreams these past nights, the same nightmare that had left his face disfigured. Every time he gazes at his face in the mirror, he asks himself hundreds of questions.

He always took his nonchalant father’s words seriously and never disobeyed him ever since he’s conscious enough about things, but why did he have to be curious at that thumping sound he heard that pitiful night about a year ago? Why did he have to enter that basement that his father had warned him numerous times not to go into? Why did he have to see that horrifying figure of a man on the b****y floor of their basement? Why is that b****y man asking for his help? Why did his father have to hurt him for accidentally witnessing that gruesome moment? Why?

But, he never did find the answers to his questions up until now. He tried to forget about what he saw that night, tried to bury the pain he suffered that night by tormenting everyone around him. He never gets to feel anything anymore, apart from his often burst of outrage. The pain remained, but the fear subsided.

Not until his nightmare started replaying for almost a week now. Then, he’d feel this dark presence all over his room as soon as he’d wake up. Then, he’d find himself in an odd circumstance in the morning. At first, he found himself waking up in their shed. The next day, he woke up on his bed with b****y hands and clothes. He heard from their criado (servant) that someone gutted about half a dozen of their fowls, and that is when he realized what’s happening. He’s being controlled by someone— something evil.

Then he remembered what happened this morning. He just killed Ada. Was he still dreaming? He wasn't captured yet. Was it all just a dream?

Kill the witch.

He trembled as he heard the familiar voice in his head as a gush of strong wind darted past him. His fear tripled as he saw his glass window currently slid shut at that time while his curtains are billowing from the shady wind. He couldn’t even move an inch to switch open his night lamp. His sanity gets hazier as each second passed.

“Who are you?” he managed to say despite his tremors. He can feel his blood curdling as he waited for the voice’s answer.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he almost screamed. He wanted to get up and rush out of his bedroom. But where would he go? In his father’s arms? No way! His father is way scarier than hell! “You got what you wanted!” he shouted this time as tears started to stream from his eyes, as he remembered how he found his hand on Ada’s neck.

Kill the witch.

He understood now. Ada was still alive. He almost sighed in relief, but he couldn’t just entertain any other feelings right now apart from being scared because this terrifying voice was still haunting him. “I am not killing anyone!” Reynan shrieked.

Then, he felt the cold wind once again. This time, it didn’t rush past him or blew his cowardly guts away. He only realized what’s happening when his sight started to get hazy. It was seeping into his body. He felt bolts of currents frying his nerves that he fell off from his bed while having seizures. He felt his blood running dry, and his soul started drifting away from him. And then, he never knew what happened next. He didn’t even get to hear what the voice had said for the last time.

Then, die.

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It wasn’t easy for the voice to corrupt that guilty child’s mind. The child’s poor soul resisted so much. So the voice changed his plan. He’d instead go to the cause of the child’s agony. The voice was somewhat satisfied to see the child’s terrifying memories about his father. The child’s father’s feeble soul is more appropriate than anyone after learning about his monstrous capabilities. He’d handle the job well.

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Remnan finally returned home after quite a long time. Their recent operation was a failure. That was the final chance El Pablo had given them. Still, this new guy, Miguel, panicked and started shooting everywhere after realizing that they are being surrounded by cops in an entrapment operation. Two of his long-time amigos and trusted acquaintances, Antonio and Carlos, died in the hands of that hijo de p*ta. He got lucky he found a way to escape, but his emotions got the best of him.

He tried to save Carlos, who was still alive at that time, but a cop started shooting them both. Luckily, he was only shot in the arm, so he proceeded to escape alone. That son of a b*tch, Miguel, was the last to die, and he kind of regretted that he wasn’t the one who gave the final blow to that as*f*ck.

After nights of running and barely losing those who were tailing him, he realized now that that is the end of him. Sooner or later, the cops are going to find him, so he better start running away.

Remnan ordered their criado, Paco, to get Reynan and to quickly pack his things as he promptly went to his room to change and pack some of his clothes. Paco came knocking on his door, informing him that Reynan wasn’t in his room.

“You imbecile hijo de p*ta! Should I go looking for him myself?” Remnan yelled at the servant boy, who hurriedly ran off to find his son’s whereabouts. He repeatedly cursed as he finished packing his things in a gray duffel bag. He gets another bag, a black backpack, and hurried his way down the basement to which he found unlocked. Though he wasn’t sure if he left it unlocked himself or Reynan just wanted to get another beating.

As he swung the door open, he almost gagged at the strong pungent smell that welcomed him. It smelled like a newly dead cat starting to decay, presumably a large one. He’s not new to this kind of smell because half a dozen of human bodies were killed in this same room by him. The thing is, they did not have new hostages previously as their recent operation was abroad. The hired cleaners must haven’t done their job correctly.

He stepped inside and covered his nostrils as his hand fumbled for the light switch on the left side of the wall, inches away from the door. As he turned on the lights, his eyes protruded as his blood swiftly rushed to his head. His jaw dropped at the outrageous sight floating above him.

He winced in pain as he gazed at the lifeless body of his son, dangling from the ceiling. He was petrified and couldn’t do anything but stand there. He had seen hundreds of corpses of men, women, children, and even animals, and this is the only corpse that had left him frozen, speechless, and helpless. Of course, he was his son, but he never treated him that way.

Then, a blast of solid wind closed the basement door behind him, and everything went black.

The next thing he knew, his hands were clutching a knife buried in the b****y chest of an older woman whom he had never met once in his life.