Chapter 4
Silas continued on, dragging his victim through the streets of the deserted city. He finally came upon a building that he deemed suitable and wrenched open the low doors. The albino entered a room that contained barrels of food and wine and a few empty burlap sacks. He not-too-carefully placed his former employer on top of these sacks and set about getting some food. He knew that he would not be able to leave that cellar for a few days at least, the police would be searching for him and his captive. It didn't matter to him; he was aquatinted with the owner of the building and knew he would not hand him over if he were discovered. He ate a quick meal of cheese, salted pork and wine and then dosed off into an uneasy sleep.
That night the nightmare came again, his father yelling at him, him grabbing the carving knife, then, silence. He ran, he ran so far he no longer knew where he was. When he did stop it was early morning and he was in the middle of the Spanish countryside, alone. Then came the villagers with torches and axes, they were trying to burn him out of the barn he was in, he couldn't escape, he was going to die…
Silas woke in a cold sweat still safe in the cellar. He breathed deeply to calm himself and then checked the condition of his captive. Kayth was still asleep but he was beginning to stir. It would be better for you if you didn't wake, you're going to have one bad headache. Silas thought to himself, there was no emotion to the words, he was just thinking them. He didn't hate the man, but he didn't like him much either. At the moment Kayth was important to his survival and that was all that mattered.
Suddenly there came the noise of the doors being opened. Silas wasn't particularly afraid but he hid behind some crates, just to be safe. A man in his late forties entered the room, he had dark brown hair that was receding very quickly, and soon he would have no hair left. The man looked as though he might have once been a sailor, and so he had, he had a broad build and had a worn look about him.
"They're looking for you Silas, and your friend here, you won't be able to leave until nightfall at the earliest." The man's voice was deep and somewhat commanding. He addressed nobody in particular but said this to the room in general.
"Brona, when in all the time you have known me, have the police not been looking for me?" Silas asked as he reappeared from behind the crates. "And when have I not eluded them?"
"That may be, but you have now taken one of the most prominent men in the city and they have every man possible searching. I do not intend to evict you from your hiding place but I ask that you leave as soon as you have the chance, for my safety and yours."
"Of course I will but there are some things I must do first. Without funds, I will have nowhere to go and without finding a good way to embarrass this man in public I don't think I'll be quite satisfied. Do you know, this filth before us hired me to kill off anyone who stood in his way and then turned me over to the police when I was no longer useful!" Silas was angry now, his pale face flushing and his eyes flashing menacingly. Brona, however, appeared unperturbed.
"Very well, I see I cannot convince you to take the safe road, as always. What do you need?" Silas thought for a moment then said:
"Just someone to guard my friend here, I'll only be gone for a couple of hours, I may even be able to leave the same night. And some new clothes would be appreciated."
"I'll see what I can do." And with that Brona left. Leaving Silas and his now moaning captive alone in the dark cellar.