Herederas

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_"How on earth is such a liquid going to help the poor creature, it looks awful and has the worse smell." Farnha said scrunching his nose, whilst gritted teeth, resisting the strong urge to throw up. The liquid Marsha was using had a pungent fetid bitter odour, that burned Farnha's nostrils, he therefore turned his head away in disgust.
_"How could he stand to be near that creature, much less try to help it?", Marsha thought.
_"Where did you get that thing you're using?", Still trying to create a safe distance from Marsha and his beloved creature, he paused, folded
arms, awaiting Marsh's response, but Marsha pretended like he didn't even exist. Not liking the idea of being ignored, Farnha voiced out, _"For heavens sake Marsha, have you gone deaf or suddenly dumb?
To Marsha, Farnha's disgust towards the creature was a slap in the face, he turned with casual ease, sizing him up and down with his eyes, as if to say; "you've got to be kidding me", before finally uttering, _"we'll have to try", he turned and continued attending to do the creature who seemed to be gaining recovery, tho not so significant.
Hearing Marsh's response, Farnha flared up;
_"You mean you had me bring this...", He said pointing towards the creature,
_"all the way here for try outs?", He tilts his head dramatically in emphasis,
_"so, you just wanted another tool for experiment? I can't believe this shit!", He said as he stood up fuming in anger, getting no reply or retort from Marsha, he began pacing to and fro the room, trying to calm his nerves, the sound of his metal like soles striking the floor.
After what seamed like forever, Marsha turned to Farnha saying,
_"You will watch it, while I go get supplies", he turned to look at it, the creature though still unconscious, but it's breathing returned back to the normal healthy state, he smiled at it feeling accomplished, he then turned back to Farnha, now keeping a straight face, he continued,
_"It won't awake anytime soon, hopefully after my return and I won't take long." He stood up walking past Farnha, strolling towards the exit when he remembered, he immediately halted his steps,
_"And Farnha?", He called,

_"What?!", Farnha snapped,

_"Don't you do dare do anything stupid", he said now facing the later with narrowed gaze.

_"Yes siree", Farnha replied with a bored look, mockery laced in his tone.
Marsha ignoring Farnha's attitude left.
Minutes passed as Marsha left. Ensuring that Marsha was nowhere close, Farnha moved closer to the creature, looking at it critically;
_"Hmmm! What could it be that had caught Marsha's interest", he thought,
_"It's pretty and weak, he said in disgust".
The shadows grew longer as the sun began to set, the creature continued to lay peacefully still, Farnha sat in the rocking chair at the dark end of the room, the wooden creek of the old chair echoing in the otherwise quiet room. There he sat, patiently waiting till the creature awakes.

Somewhere in the Emirates sea, on a creepy looking ship;
_"Where is she, Barton?!" The whole ship shook at the sound of that godlike voice. In a trembling voice, Barton answered,
_"S sssiree, the Madame wanted to get rid of her..." Cutting him short,
_"I won't ask again Barton, you just answer me truthfully while I'm still being patient with you and we would be done here." He said in his ever commanding voice. Barton doesn't need no telling, he knows how much of a brute his master is. The air around them was so stiff and Barton's hand shook in fear as he tried to hide them behind his back. He was so afraid to even breathe, the supposed eerie silence in the ship was disturbed by the wave crashing against the hull. The master's fierce gaze, seemed to tear through to his soul. Barton's heart was pounding hard as he knew he had to choose his words carefully, else he'd irk his master even more, and he dreaded the thought of that. Gulping hard he spoke up,
_"Master please have mercy, the madame wanted to get rid of her and you also wanted her out, so, I helped her off the ship, but the storm, I I I.. do not know where she is and..",
Cutting him short;
_"You don't know where Christabelle Serene is?" He asked through gritted teeth, anger visible in his tone.
Hearing his master's tone, Barton is now convinced that he would either die or narrowly escape death today. He wished now more than ever that the ground beneath him would just open up and take him in. Now freezing from the harshness of his own cold sweat, he gulped down hard, answering his master in a trembly voice;