The Age of Wiccans

Killer's the Healer

I had a long day after that. People were still walking me around, just to make sure that I wasn't getting hurt and after the school, I was taken to my doctor. The thing is, Dr Jones wasn't surprised at all. It was as if she was expecting it.

The second she saw me come in, she started smiling. At first the small was restrained and small, like she was trying not to smile, but as soon as I told her I was good as news, her smile broadened and she asked me to get in a hospital dress.

Honestly, I wasn't sure how I had healed so quick, nor was I sure if it was a good thing or a bad one, so, her smile weirded me out a bit.

After I was done, she ran some tests on me, and it didn't take her long to declare I was fine. I felt tired more than usual, but other than that, I felt fine.

'So, how are you feeling?' Dr Jones asked me while looking through her reports.

'Weak, tired, but other than that, I feel great and pretty much okay.'

'Well, I suppose we should have a private conversation then,'

'Why? Is everything okay?' My mother asked.

'Everything, as a matter of fact, is great!' Dr Jones replied, smiling broadly. 'But I guess your daughter deserves some privacy.'

'My brother can stay,' I offered.

'If she says so,' Dr Jones shrugged, opening the door for my mother to leave. Pursing her lips to hold her composure, she left wordlessly. I couldn't control my smirk. No one had ever dared talk to my mother that way, much less show her the door. I couldn't say I wasn't enjoying it.

Dr Jones locked the door before turning to me and Elliot. 'Well, I have both good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?'

'Lead with the bad one.' I replied almost instantly.

'So, your Wiccomania is growing at a really fast rate. And um...looking at your reports you have like two years or so which is actually good. We can increase your meds and delay it. You'll still have only a little over three years hten. You're seventeen, right?'

'I'll turn seventeen in like two weeks.'

'That's good. You'll most likely live to see your twenties. Now, the good news is that your Wiccomania's growing.'

'How is that good?' Elliot asked.

'It's growing,' she started smiling again. 'It means, that her powers will increase. Sure, she'll be physically drained but her Wicca powers will be stronger than ever, or anyone else's powers. She'll be the most powerful Wiccan before she'd die.'

'But she'd still die.'

'Yes and no. Wiccomania's complicated. She might die, yes, but she can live too. I just saw her tests and realized something. Everyone before has died of Wiccomania because they were physically drained and their body could not produce more energy. A phase will come when her Wiccan powers will be so strong that her physical powers would be completely drained. But if she survives that phase, she'll be the most powerful Wiccan to ever live, and her powers will only grow and she won't die. And the reason she healed so fast was the Wiccomania too. Her powers are killing and curing her at the same time. I have seen anything like this before.'

'Haven't you specialised in Wiccan Physiology?'

'I have. And I have seen several people die from Wiccomania before. They usually didn't even survive as long as she has. But this was a phase, and she's over it, meaning, she will live for another few years, before another phase comes which will decide her fate.'

'Anything I should be cautious of?'

'Nothing. Just live your life. And tell your parents.'

'I don't want to bother them.'

'They'll be more bothered when they'll realize what a huge secret you're keeping from them.'

'I'll think about it, okay?' Dr Jones nodded, before leaving to give me and my brother some privacy.