Free Cry of the Wolf by David R Bennett Page A

one
foot flatfooted, while the other is bent and hurts to a point where
I can no longer put any pressure upon it. Why me?
     

Chapter
Two: On Busted Knee

    1:45 PM
    THE PAIN is not subsiding at all. As Brandon
sets me down in a nearby chair, Sandy walks across the room over to
the bed. She smacks Chris in the back and he reels, arching his
back.
    "Hello, Chrissy," Sandy says standing over
him as he looks cross at her.
    "What the hell, Sands?" He asks vehemently.
"What was that for?"
    "Had to wake you up, only way I knew how,"
she replies as I moan in pain. "Destiny blew out her knee
again."
    "Damn," Chris says as I hold my knee wincing
at the horrible pain. He reaches down to the floor for his shirt
and picks it up off the floor.
    Brandon turns towards Chris, "get your butt
out of bed, man. Come take care of your wife."
    Groggily he climbs out of bed. I know how he
feels being tired, but I am in a lot of pain. Why me? Hurry to me,
baby. Hurry.
    Chris, then, lumbers over to me as Michelle
strolls into the room. She is rubbing her eyes.
    "What's going on?" She asks as she yawns
while stretching her arms. I can see that Michelle is still
exhausted from yesterday's events as we all still are.
    "Go get dressed, Miki," I hear Sandy say to
little Michelle. "We need to take Destiny to the Emergency
Room."
    Make Faith activate her powers, honey. I hear in my head. It's my mom's voice.
    Alright, mom, but how?
    She just needs to touch the knee. She is a
healer and a cleanser.
    Interesting.
    I look over at Sandy. "Sandy, come here,
please."
    Sandy walks over to me and kneels down. Her
brunette curls bob.
    "Yes, Des, what do you need?"
    "Put your hand on my left knee."
    "Why?" She asks me with a very confused look
on her face.
    "You'll see." I tell her
semi-confidently.
    She does as I ask and a lay my hands a top
hers. Sandy sees her hand beginning to glow brilliantly blue. A
look of awe and wonder comes across her face as she feels the
exchange of energy that begins healing my knee.
    My mother imparted gifts on both of her
daughters, her healing abilities with Faith and her fighting skills
and fiery abilities with me.
    After a few moments, Michelle returns dressed
in a denim jumper with a light blue tee shirt underneath and her
sandy blonde hair in pigtails.
    "How are you doing, Destiny?" Michelle asks
as she walks towards me.
    "Doing better, Michelle," I respond as we
hug. "Sandy helped a lot."
    "What do you mean?" She asks me with a
confused look on her face.
    "I found out that our dear sister here," I
say as I point towards Sandy, "is a healer, a cleanser."
    "So, she healed your knee?"
    "Yes, I did, Miki. Yes, I did." Sandra
answers with a proud look on her face.

Chapter
Three: The Meet with Remy

    2:45 PM
    WE STROLL into a nearby restaurant called
Jean-Luc's Creole Grill not far from our hotel. We are supposed to
meet out contact, Remy Boudrot, here. None of has any idea what he
looks like.
    We are seated at a table near the front
window by a rather frumpy waitress named Leora. Her hair is a mess
of fraying brown curls. She stands about five foot, three and her
skin looks severely weathered.
    As we are seated a young gentleman of about
twenty-six to twenty-seven years of age walks towards our table. A
chill goes up my spine. There is something off about this guy. Way
off.
    The gentleman, who is wearing a light grey
tee and jeans with dark shoulder length hair, introduces himself.
He is Remy Boudrot or so he says.
    "May I sit?" He politely asks.
    "Go ahead," Brandon replies.
    "Harold called after you accepted the
mission," he starts to say, "And boy am I glad to have some help.
This is not an easy case."
    "What do you mean?" I curiously ask as I
immediately get the feeling that I really don't want to know.
    "Well, you know that there is a blood thirsty
monster on the loose here."
    "Hadn't heard that," Brandon sarcastically
says using a verbal jab at Remy.
    "Ha, ha,
Brandon," Remy retorts. "Been awhile, mon ami."
    "That it has, Remy.