The Outkast

Chapter 17

His single-handed uproar through the house must have awakened the boy. Robert had been in a comatose kind of sleep when The Outcast had brought him into his haven. That was the way it had always been between them. Whenever he was in the presence of The Outcast, he vacillated from a state of profound hypnotism, in which he was almost unconscious, to a state in which he could only put up a mild remonstration like he had done when Donnie had got killed.

But now, he was screaming as loud as he had never done while in the vicinity of The Outcast.

Suddenly, in the middle of the boy’s unprecedented din, the revelation flashed across The Outcast’s mind like a bolt of lightning.

The problem was his True Blood. At last, he had found the answer.

But he should have known all along that his enemies had intended to get to him through the weakling. They knew the boy wasn’t fully formed yet, which was tantamount to The Outcast’s Achilles heel, the very weakness they would be working very hard to attack, because trying to save his True Blood from their scourge would be multiple times harder than trying to save himself alone. But he had to fight for both of them at the same time. It was his divine responsibility.

He bolted towards the boy’s room, wondering what he could do to expedite the growth process.

The answer lay on the lap of the final ritual, which entailed Robert’s full participation. In fact, it was all about Robert’s involvement. When properly executed, it would be the watershed that would catapult the boy into the fullness of maturity. But that wasn’t possible yet. There was still a handful of killings the boy had been predestined to witness.

But when The Outcast got to Robert’s room, his sentiment about the revelation changed altogether.