Story Of A Sister – The Help Of The Stranger

(That's just a short chapter, that might show you, who that stranger might be and it's written at the point of view of the man Missy is calling Henry.)

I left the girl behind me and hid my face under my hood. I had an idea. Why luring the Red Thorns to me and force them to do what I want, when I could get close to them trying it with sympathy and a little manipulation.

I walked into the mansion where Gillian lived. I knew exactly where I would find him. He was sitting on a table surrounded by food. He was an ugly guy with eyes of a pig and disgusting manners. But he stopped eating when he saw me. Clearly gulping.

"Master, what can I do for you?" he asked me. He was alone in this room. I remembered, he said once that he didn't like people around while eating. He raised from his chair and came closer. "We have this thief of the Red Thorns. And a few of my men are ready dealing with trespasser." he said. I looked at him.

"Good!" I replied. "But actually I changed my plans. So I need you to let them be and let me free that thief."

Gillian blinked at me in confusion. "But master, we had so much work to get him here." His words were annoying me. How dared that filth to questioning my plans.

I glared at him, and saw how be backed away from me in horror.

"W-well of course master, you can take him and free him if you want." he told me then clearly afraid of me. He went to the door and called a few guards, to let me pass with the thief. "They should leave!" I hissed at him. And he followed my orders. His guards were leaving the house almost immediately. Then he turned back to me.

He seemed to expect me to compliment him. So I gave him a satisfied smile to lull him into a false sense of security. "You did very well, Gillian. You were a helpful servant." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. He relaxed a little, until an evil grin appeared on my face.

"But you know my face, and you know who I am, so I'm afraid, that I can't let you live with that knowledge!" I told him, grabbing him by his throat. Gillian was mewling and crying for mercy, crying for help, but he sent them all away. Then he tried to free himself and run, but he had no chance.

I absorbed his life and devoured his soul till he collapsed to the floor. I shook my hand after I released him, trying to get rid of that disgusting feeling he caused me by touching him.
He was nothing more than filth, but well, now he was dead filth.

I turned my back on the limb dead body and managed to get to the cells.

It wasn't easy to act like an ordinary man and not showing who I really was, but I had to try. The opportunity of using Missy to come closer to Marek and her friends, was a persuading chance. I lifted my hood to look more trustworthy and less frightening.

That thief Dagen looked up at me, as I opened his cell. It seemed that Gillian had beaten him because the man in front of me looked everything else but fine.
With a few steps I crossed the room and helped him to his feet.

"Really, is it time for Gilly to beat me, again?" he asked me. After all Gillian had done to him, he dared to talk about that man like this. I had to admit that this Dagen had to be a brave man as he was a kind of insane.

I shook my head.
"Missy asked me to help you. I'm here to get you out of here." I told him. He was surprised and hesitated if he should trust me or not. But his hands were bound so he didn't have a choice but following me.

All the guards left so I had no problem to escape with him. It didn't take long till I were back in that alley where Missy still was waiting for me.

"Where are the guards?" he asked me while we were passing the floors.

"As I promised, I got your friend." I told her, while she was more than excited. She ran to us and took that thief in a tight embrace.

"Dagen! I'm so glad that you are alright!" her voice was trembling and the thief was surprised, but managed it to return her embrace.

I watched them in silence.

She was so caring and kind, and naïve.

It would be an easy task to gain her trust. All I needed was time and patience.

To be continued...