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“Am I?” She asked, rhetorically regaining her balance. “Then I promise to do whatever you say,afterI am able to see my daughter.”
Raijin
Raijin wanted to tell her that making such promises was dangerous especially to a man like him. Once you promised a monster something you might find yourself missing a limb or worse your soul. He helped her silently cross the room, stopping at the door.
“Why did we stop? Are we not going?” She asked, looking up at him in curiosity.
Raijin struggled with what he wanted to say. She didn’t fear him, he wondered why? He moved again, this time tightening his hold of her when he asked. “Do you not fear me?”’
She glanced at him, as they started walking once more exiting the room, “Do you want me to fear you? Is that the end game Jackal?”
“I am accustomed to a different reaction from people. Twice now you’ve awoken alone in my presence, and each time you didn’t scream or act terrified to be alone with me.”
She averted her eyes from him, “There are a lot of other things in this world to be afraid of. I am more worried right now about my daughter, then I am of a big ogre.”
They stopped, to allow a patient on a rolling bed by.
“Are you sure about that?” He asked, skepticism in his voice.
She didn’t answer, as they’d arrived at the other room. He reached out opening the door for her. The sound of childish laughter abruptly cut off.
“Mommy.”
Raijin took a step back and watched as Sabina entered the room. Her sister took her hand and guided her the rest of way inside. The room with its yellowish light and bright air seemed almost a galaxy away from the cold grey hallway that he stood in. This was the place that held warmth and laughter, a place he knew little about.
“Are you okay?” Sabina asked.
The door shut on her question to her little girl, who’d thrown herself off the bed into her mother’s arms. Raijin stood outside the door for a few moments. Feeling like an intruder, lifting his shaking hand he frowned. Balling it into fist he lowered it and turned away.
For now, the sisters and the little girl were safe at the hospital, his mind moved to the butcher. He’d sent the others to see the butcher, while he would go to the town house to see if he could find any clues.
Moving along the hallway, he stopped in the room to grab his jacket. Exiting the room, he made his way to the stairwell.
“What took you so long?” Castian asked the minute he entered.
“I had to sign something from the doctor.” He wasn’t interested in telling the man he’d been assisting Sabina move to another room. As far as he was concerned it was none of his business. “The demon?”
Castian lifted small box, it was crudely made from wood. “Right here.”
“Once Malcolm, and Alek return from talking to the Butcher, we’ll question him together.” Raijin said as they made their down the steps.
Alek/Malcolm
A high-pitched scream filled the room.
“I sincerely envy his ability to endure pain.” Alek said, as he withdrew his hand form inside the man’s stomach. He tilted his head back, to eye Malcolm whose eyes were focused on the computer before him. “One kidney, and two eyes, and yet he stills refuses to answer my questions.”
Malcolm who’d been looking over the files that had been on the butcher’s computer; scratched his chin in thought. “I’m not surprised, you have to have little feeling if you’re selling parts and pieces of witches.” Turning his eyes away from the computer. He reached down and pulled out the usb and stood, making his way to Alek’s side. “Raijin, said you’d be difficult, but he didn’t say you’d be willing to risk limbs.”
He stepped over an arm, walking over to the Butcher who hung from the ceiling by chains he frowned. “You’ve never held onto information this long. All we want to know, is if you’ve had an influx of witches in your body delivery.”
The Butcher, a greened skinned creature that lived in the sewers of Veil city. Lifted his head, the thing he called a nose, which was better described as two slits; widened as he sniffed the air. His mouth opened, the toothless and lipless thing akin to a gaping hole in his face. “I-if I tell you, I’d get much worse than this.” He hissed.
“Worse than this?” Alek repeated, his long nail tapping his own cheek in thought. “I can’t think of a worse fate than this.”
The Butcher sneered, “Then be thankful that you can’t.” He coughed, his blood splattering the floor. “I can only tell you one thing, and that’s to stay out of it.”
Malcolm crossed his arms, “Stay out of it? How can we stay out of something if we don’t know what it is?”
