《Sleeper within》Chapter 9. JUDAS KISS
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9. JUDAS KISS
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“You are lucky” in a sad tone
“Huh”
“If I also got friends like you do, may be I have not turned into a monster”
“Shut up, as if you know, what I have gone through” I said angrily.
“Well, I wish you doesn’t have to suffer the same faith as me,”
“Hey, wait why you said that I am as same as you,” I asked trying to reach my hands towards him.
It turned away by saying
“Be true to yourself”
As he disappear leaving the fading sparkles.
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As he open his eyes, he was sleeping in a single bed with his body covered with a bandage all around. He moved his eyeballs around he was in a small wooden hut with the table to it side.
“ thank goodness you have woken up,” she said when she entered from the door with hot water. Well you got grave injury but tension not I got it covered and you are safe.
“so you have done the bandaging,” he notice that bandage was flopping all over and asked why.
“Why not, aren’t we friends,” she further said that he should be thankful of her as he was already healed,”
“Though, sorry for improper bandaging I can’t able to remember how to do that,” she said.
He was surprised as she was an adventurer, she should have remember how to bandage someone.
But more surprised when He noticed that the hole in his left chest was already healed. She explained it was due to the mermaid tears which have a healing ailment effect, she got from her homeland.
She left the room to get the soup.
“Friends, huh” he had a sad tone.
Outside the hut campfire was going on, Racheal asked bell how he was doing, she replied that he is acting like a winded mummy,
She walked towards the pot, which was used to make soup, she stirred the soup put it in two bowl, she asked where is Paul. Racheal replied he is in his house with his daughter.
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She walked towards the Paul house in the alley, the glitter of tentacle had been faded away, the corpse of people had been turn into dust.
She knocked the door.
The door was opened by Paul sister Lilly, she led her to the second floor where Paul was sitting beside her daughter holding her hands, he had a relieved expression on his face. As the Paul’s daughter was resting in her bed, most of the tentacles where dried and wither away, and the veins inside her face where also mostly gone.
“Here,” bell said as she handed two bowl of soup to Paul. He took a spoonful soup and led it into his daughter mouth as it slip right through her mouth into stomach a sense of relief can be seen in his face.
“oh, I forgot the soup for you, my memory is not that good I guess,” as Bell said by looking at Paul’s sister.
“It’s fine,”
She took her hand, asked permission from the Paul and drag out her into the shinning glittering night.
She kept on pulling her until they reach the soup pot campfire.
Racheal was filling the bowl with the soup, she was acting suspicious.
“Here, Racheal said while handing out the soup to Rose. She said Bell and Rose to rest, and shoved the spoon of soup in bells mouth. while she go and gave soup to mummified Nick.
“Wait, you can get some further information for newspaper through lily, I will go and give it to him,” Bell said. She took the bowel and rushed towards the hut.
Knock on the door.
Bell had come with a soup in her hand. She said that here is your soup, drink it. He replied that he is fine and do not need it.
It was a creamy chicken mushroom soup, which had a nostalgic feeling.
“Oh come on, bell said this is her favorite soup,” she shoved the spoon full of soup into his mouth.
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A sudden memory kicks in as he tasted the soup.
A girl in her pink dress was standing there as the boy was sitting under the shade of a tree near the side of a river.
“here, it’s my personal best” she said with a smirk.
He took the bowel of the white creamy soup, dip the spoon twisted it and took a spoonful in his mouth, after blowing it to turn it’s temperature down.
“so how was it, it would be good afterall it was my half century,” excitedly
“It’s fine”
“What just fine, do you know how much effort it take to sneak out of my house with ingredients, after all if I used your ingredients it would be a dog food,”
He put the bowel beside him and closes his eyes to feel the the winds.
With the pout face she had, she took the spoon with soup and shove it straight ahead in his mouth. “Now how was it,” she asked.
“you know taste doesn’t change even if you feed me.”
With the angered face she had she pushed him from the side and make him fall into the river due to the downhill.
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He stood up from his bed and rushed outside with the rugged bandage and his sword.
Bell tried to stop him, but she was not able to speak. Her vision started to blurred up.
He ran through passing the campfire spot, into the second alley, he took right and straight until he reached the river.
It was the full moon night a long tree was swaying as the little flutter of winds passes through. Flowers were blossoming and Their petals were spreads in the air giving a relaxing aroma.
He moved towards the tree, as the sound of flowing water can be heard tears fell from his eyes as he bent on his knees, there was a tiny grave stone.
“who is there,” Nick asked as he noticed someone behind.
“Well, if you have noticed,” Racheal said.
She moved forward as he stand holding his claymore on one of his hand.
“Isn’t it beautiful, everything has its own flow just like this petals has wind, magic has its mana,”
“What do you mean,”
“Do you know how magic works, it’s very simple, everybody has manaflow inside there body,
At the time of spell cast the mana releases from the body
it’s amount is been adjusted, according to the desire(emotion) of a person,
A word of enchanted spell should be cast to summon the spirits circle.
Spirits will grant magic in exchange of Mana or life force.”
She further said it’s all connected just like he was here and what was he doing, but he replied it’s none of her business.
“Well, I have to decide if its my business or not, It is pretty suspicious you know a man with grey color hair, carrying a claymore with chaveliary identification though he is not a knight.”“Maybe, you would know about the dark incident GREY-MAN,” She throw the paper ball at him and asked him to open it.
The paper was the wanted poster of GREY-MAN by the western, central and southern church alliance.
“Our contract is already broken and I have no obligation of justifying myself,”
He replied that Racheal was also pretty skeptical as she is a reporter but can also do high level magic.
“if you have noticed that then I would not be able to allow you to leave the town,” she take out her wand from the air.
He asked if all that was just an act, and further inquired about Bell and paul if they were also with her.
“you should be worrying about yourself,” she said.
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