Genre: Paranormal Fiction
Publisher: Troll River Publications
Publication Date: October 1, 2017
So? How do I look?
I am not amused. Brogio stared at the mirror image of—himself. Kane’s gifts came slowly but plentifully. One of them was being able to transform into anyone or anything. Demons, mythological beasts, people… anything Kane desired. Unfortunately, Kane desired to torment his father by playing Brogio’s double.
But this could be useful.
You can imitate me, look like me, but you will never be me.
Of course, Father. Kane batted eyes disturbingly like Brogio’s.
Brogio turned to go back into the studio where da Vinci practiced an experimental painting technique. But Kane, thankfully in his own form, stood before him.
And I see you’ve gained in speed.
Shall we go speak to da Vinci about that art piece you wanted to commission now?
“Gah!” A yelp alerted from the other room.
Brogio shot his hand out and grabbed Kane’s shoulder, pinning his blood son to the spot. Don’t. Walk normally.
Thank you, Father. Kane sucked in a breath. Do you smell that?
Control. Brogio could also smell the blood. I will wait behind. You must control yourself.
I’m all right.
He’s hurt. Kane wrenched out of Brogio’s grip and went to the multi-talented master genius.
“Master?” Kane walked at a normal pace.
“Ah, my boy. I cut myself.” Da Vinci held up his thumb. Blood gushed from it.
Kane rushed over with a piece of cloth to stop the bleeding. It took all his strength not to bite into da Vinci’s hand.
“It’s not so bad, Master.” Not able to control it, Kane swooped down on the other man’s finger and covered it with his mouth.
Da Vinci struggled and tried to pull away his hand. “What are you doing, my boy? Are you drinking the blood on my thumb?”
Kane managed to firmly lick at the wound and alternatingly swab the damaged appendage with the cloth. Between licks he muttered. “A new technique, Master. Hold still and let me stop the bleeding.”
The thumb began to heal. The more Kane licked the more it healed. “There!” Kane looked into da Vinci’s wide-eyed stare. “It’s much better.”
The older man held up his hand and wiggled his recently damaged appendage. His thumb was completely healed. No scar could be detected. “How? How did you do that?” da Vinci blinked in shock at his apprentice.
“I… it wasn’t really that bad, master. I just stopped the bleeding.” Kane dabbed his mouth with the cloth.
“What technique were you using?” da Vinci turned his hand over and again wiggled his thumb. “I could have sworn I almost cut my thumb off!”
“No, no. You were lucky. And, yes. Physicians are discovering that saliva has healing properties. I just took a chance that it might work.” Kane turned away embarrassed at the obvious lie.
“Good work, young man. When we finish this mural, I’ll have to look into it further.”
Kane breathed a sigh of relief as his teacher turned to continue his painting.
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