Protectors- Wrath of The Stranger

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The adrenaline ran through my veins as the hot Bali sun set over the horizon. It had been around two years since I had first talked to It. The visions of what I could do, no, what I would do to my father if he ever attacked Anna again. It was his partner, a mysterious man called Julian's turn to torture the captured tourists that evening, so I knew that he would be home. I shouldn't have been out that late, and therefore, I knew that he would lay hands on me again. I opened the door into the house, stepped over the bottles, and ignored the stink of spirits,

"You fucking bitch!" he yelled, slamming a fist into the crying form of Annabelle,

Before he had resorted to torturing others, my father had been a kind-hearted man, but his job slowly dragged him into madness. These last two years, he had been at his most volatile, and I had finally reached my breaking point,

"You tried to contact my bastard son!" He screamed, stopping me in my tracks,

No matter how much I wanted to slice him in half, I had to know what he was talking about,

"You never talked about your affair!" Anna cried back, "he's the same age as Sam now!"

"Shut the fuck up!" He roared, hitting Anna again, "I'll kill you if you don't shut up!"

"He took your last name," she laughed, knowing that her life was at its end, relishing in the end of the torment, "Johnathan Stone will carry our accursed name into the future,"

He threw her against the wall, turning even as Anna's head cracked against the brick, rendering her unconscious. He swayed past me, alcohol masking my presence. Plucking a dirty knife from the kitchen, he stumbled towards Annabelle, raising his knife for the killing blow,

"You fucking piece of trash," I whispered into his ear,

"You will not talk to me like that!" he screamed, swinging the knife towards me,

"I will speak to you however I want,"

The words appeared in his mind. My lips did not require movement to speak. My being was truly above that pathetic man's. His knife was blocked by my own, a dangerously curved blade, one so sharp it sliced his knife in two,

"I will take your life if it suits my whims,"

Another slash. This time, three fingers fell from his left hand. Not even the alcohol could dull the agony of having your hand sliced in two. Before the man could scream, the blade was gone, as was Samantha,

"Where the fuck did you go?" he screamed, veins bulging on his forehead as he looked for his daughters,

"I'm sorry, Anna," I said, healing her wounds with a touch, "I'm going to kill him now,"

"What are you?" She shrieked, backing up on the rooftop I had brought her to, "how are you doing this, Samantha,"

"I have been talking to God," I replied, "He has given me the power of Sage, in exchange for my servitude to him,"

"Sam," Anna whispered, "if you hadn't just performed a miracle, I would say that you had gone crazy,"

"I sense that you do not want my company any more," I said, taking her aback, "Do you want me to spare him?"

"No," Anna replied, clutching her face in her hands, tears streaming between the fingers, "but you are thinking too quickly. Before he was this monster, father was a good citizen. We can't just kill him if there is any way to bring the goodness back!"

"He has almost killed you over these two years," I whispered back, "his job is to harm others for money. He is the lowest being on the planet and would happily rid himself of us if he was sure of not being caught,"