A Game of Flags

Chapter Four: One, Or Too Much?

𝗧he Group of Siblings ran back to the house to find their older brother Percival sitting down, unscathed nor fazed, he had his foot up on the table, and he was smoking what was made out to be a cigar which looked like a pipe.
“What are you doing?” asked Tony. “What did he say? Why are you smoking?”
“I'm smoking because i want to,” said Perrin; “and he got nothing out of me, he asked questions. And i denied them all, it is simple as that.”
“Well, did he leave any clues?” asked Abby.
“What clues?” said Perrin. “There were no clues, he was here to ask me questions about a robbery or what sort, i do not know much i'm afraid.”
“A robbery?” said Tony. “Who does that man think he is? Asking a Steinfield if he robbed something is like asking a Leprechaun if he likes bronze coins!”
“Well,” Perrin got up. “I do not want to speak of the incident no more. Mom and Dad will be home soon, so be on your best behavior.”
Perrin walked around the table and passed the Younger Siblings as he left the house, walking down the slope like nothing had happened.
“Brother Percival was always strange,” said Rory, who was one of the younger siblings; he appeared to be around thirteen. “Well, i do not know him that well. He likes to keep to himself alot, but i wish he would spend time with us more often.”
Abby put a hand on his shoulder. “We want it too, we want it too.”
“If that bastard comes back around here i'll spike 'em down!” said Tony, patting the bat with his hand.

Arathor was walking around town in his black attire, he had no bodyguards around him, he had no one to protect him. It was him alone, he was in a crowd of citizens, he did not seem bothered nor annoyed, he waited patiently like them, he did not feel entitled nor did he degrade them; he felt like them, he didn't feel human for a while now, but this made him feel alive a bit, like a normal human. With the people not knowing who he really is.
He was putting groceries in a local basket he found as he grabbed Apples, Bananas, Grapes, Berry's, hell, he even went into some restaurant and tried their food, before thanking the waiter and walking out.
He had no tingers or senses, but he had a feeling, he felt as if a foe had returned; and he was right, and it was the one he was exactly expecting.

Perekin Bethel Jr. was standing above a building, watching the citizens as he slid off the crimson roof and landed in an alleyway, climbing through a open window as he sneaked into the backroom, finding what appeared to be the food of all foods; the food he always wanted, as he expected.
He found a shelf which had a barrel on it, which was labeled 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 as he impulsively reached for the barrel, as it rolled off the shelf and landed in his hands.
“Of course!” said Perekin, as he opened up the barrel, sniffing the tasty food. “Lovely as usual, always making things better! Can't wait to show them this, they will be shocked!”
He looked left and right to see any people around, but the coast was clear, he took a peek out to see if the seller had noticed him yet; but he was serving two kids.
He put the lid on top of the barrel. “I have to get out of here,” he said, “can't lurk around too long. Or i might get caught or 'summat.”

Arathor approached the store as he did not seem interested in buying anything, instead, he kept his distance and leaned by the opposite wall, slowly moving as he noticed the backdoor was opening, Arathor had theories on his mind, and they were mostly true for the most part.
But boy was he right this time, he was seeing Perrin grab a Barrel from the shelves and taking a sniff at the food inside.
“Perrin C. back at it again,” said Arathor; “oh how he is going to get out of this one, huh?”
And then he disappeared as he jumped onto the roof, and slowly walked to the other side.

Perekin sprinted for the door as he unexpectedly got something which was unexpected of all the unexpsctings.
He was on the ground as he had a bloody nose (he had been punched) as he saw a figure stand above him, he could recongize him straight away from the black attire.
“Long hair, red cape, black leather tracksuit..”
And then the thought hit him, as his eyes widened, with him desperately getting up, his feet slipping as Arathor smiled and grabbed him by his hood.
“So much for a Bethel,” said Arathor, “how will your parents find out when their heir is stealing properties!”
“They won't care,” said Perekin. “go on, ask them, i aint posh like 'em. Thats the siblings.”
“Siblings?”
“Yes, Siblings,” said Perekin. “Seven of them, i'm the first, or the eighth.”
“What a new fact i learned today,” said Arathor; “unfortunately i do not care!”
Perekin realized he was still hovering above the ground, it was due to Arathor's grip, of course.
“Can you put me down!” said Perekin, as Arathor walked up the slope. “I'm serious! I'm being strangled over here!”
Arathor was silent, he was directly facing the moon, as Perekin slowly put his words together. “You... you're not gonna throw me in prison right?”
“Prison? No. That is not the place people like you belong, infact, i'm taking you somewhere famillar.”

The Doorbell to the Steinfield house rang, as the Mother answered, being blown by the Black Attired Man with a person making muffled noises under a green hood.
“Ma'am,” said Arathor. “Is this someone you may be famillar with?”
He unmasked the hood as it revealed to be their oldest son, Perekin Bethel Jr, as he dropped the boy, with him sinking to his knees, his blonde hair shining along with the light.
“Well, whatever you have been doing to get yourself in this type of trouble,” said the Dad. “You are not going to get your way out of this one. Inside. Now!”
Perekin rushed inside as Arathor had disappeared, which seemed weird to them; but they didn't think much of it as they closed the door, with the echoes of muffled shouting could be heard from the wooden walls.

Five is soon!