Sins of Our Fathers [Complete]--Editing

Chapter 47

Chapter 47 

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"Good Lord!" 

The old man rounded the corner in a small horse cart. 

Jonathan left the 

bushes well alone and turned to see who this intruder was. Phillip stared horrified at the dead bodies of the guards and then at Jonathan and his lackeys, who were ever present beside him. 

Out of the cart, popped the head of yet another child. This time a boy, and he asked his grandfather why they had stopped so far from the stables. 

It didn't take long for the Reaper to seize his opportunity. 

Gun drawn, he approached them an grabbed the kid by his arm and hoisted him out of the cart. His grandfather immediately scrambled down after him. 

"Take me to the Witch and the child lives."

Phillip was torn by his choices. Either take this murderous fiend to see his Mistress or, have his only grandchild shot in the head before his eyes.

He soon began to unlock the magnificent doors, and led the murderous party into the main house.

After all had calmed, Onyx emerged from the bush and set the child on her feet. 

"Do you know how to get to town?" 

"Yes." 

"Go get the constable and be swift about it." 

The girl nodded, fresh tears springing to her eyes and she took off running in the direction to town.

She placed her hand on the hilt of her sword and cursed at herself for forgetting to bring a gun. The blade hummed back to life, after being silent for so long and she could feel the hilt grow warm in her palm. 

Then, with wary steps, she entered the house. 

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"I am the Witch." 

Phillip's face was pained and he struggled to be free. 

"I am so sorry my lady. They had my grandson." 

"Where is he now?" 

Jonathan interrupted them and blurted out in an aggravated tone, 

"That doesn't matter." 

He motioned to those others that were there, and told those men that were with him to escort the extras out of the kitchen. 

They did as they were told. They were only gone for a moment, when the sound of gunfire thundered into the room. 

It was safe to say that her aids were now dead. 

"Have you met a women recently?" 

"I've met a lot of women in my time, be specific." 

Morrigan couldn't hold back her tongue, and the word came out regardless of how she strained to keep them in. 

"Don't play dumb. She's a tall, black woman. Very beautiful and very annoying."

"Well that's a charming description." 

She had tried his patience and he cocked the gun. 

Maybe it wasn't his intention to shoot her. Maybe not yet, at least. But the crazed intruder seemed to he running on a short fuse and it only took him a second to shoot.

However, the bullet would not touch the fair lady of the house. No, she was grabbed from behind, forced back into her seat, and stared up at a wall of muscle that blocked her view. 

Drake stood before her, a bullet hole fresh with a ring of gun powder residue frosted around it. 

She stood there shocked, because she hadn't even seen him move. 

But it wouldn't end there.

Drake was before the man, before anyone had time to register what happened. With one hand wrapped around his throat, the intruder's eyes widened and Drake stared at him.

The other hoodlums that were there raised their guns and surrounded him. 

But Drake did not move. Instead he stared at the man he held in an iron grasp and sneered. Drawing his lip up in sudden disgust. Yet another, strange wave of emotion on an otherwise stoic face. 

"You're tainted."

That was all he chose to say, and proceeded to dig his nails into the man's flesh, threatening to break the latter's neck in half. 

He was going to kill him.

"Wait!" 

She grabbed Drake by his other arm and forced him to look at her. 

"Don't kill him! You can't?" 

"Why not? It's easy to do so." 

"Do not bloody the hands that are no longer yours."

He froze and released the intruder. 

"Fine." 

Again, as with many of the events in this chapter, a sudden burst of sound exploded around them and plumes of smoke filled the room. 

Before she knew it, Morrigan was grabbed by the arm and pulled forcible through the smog.

There was a lot of yelling and pushing and shoving, before she, Phillip and Drake were dragged out of the smog and into the smokeless hallway.

Who should be standing in front of them, but Onyx herself. Talk about a small world.

"What are you doing here?" 

Morrigan managed to ask through coughs. 

Onyx shook her head and practically pushed them towards the foyer. 

"Later. Let's get the hell out of here."

By then time they all managed to run outside, the smoke had cleared and the murderous gang was coming behind them.

Onyx took the reigns of the nearest horse and quickly motioned or the others to climb into the carriage. 

Amidst a barrage of gun fire, they took off; their pursuers hot on their tail.