Serenity (The Child Catcher/OC)

Chapter 4

Mary woke up with a start, gasping as she shot up in her bed.

Her bed...?

Had it all just been a dream? Did she really sneak out last night? She looked around, seeing her bag lying on the floor. She remembered the majority of what happened other than a few moments that were foggy to her in her tired state. She remembered riding the horse back to the village, but nothing after that.

She felt foolish letting her guard down so easily. Especially around someone with such a reputation. He didn't seem to wish her any harm though, he didn't seem to have any ill intentions at all. That's what they'd want you to think, though, isn't it?

Her mind continued to argue with itself endlessly as she began her normal routine. Freshen up, dress, eat breakfast, open the shop. It was nothing but clockwork. However, she didn't fail to notice her mother moving slower than usual. And her father's uncharacteristically careful eye on the ill woman. Another thing among many for Mary to worry about.

Once the shop opened she immediately received her first customer which happened to be possibly the most ill-mannered woman in their area, Madame Caffe. Mary made sure to make the woman's adjustment especially hasty.

"One lev, please -"

"Yes, I know. I come here nearly every month in case you've forgotten." The grouch of a woman practically slammed the money on the counter, speeding off with her skirt.

Once finished she took care of what other customers came during the morning bustle, then disappeared into the shop when she finally caught a break. She began setting out supplies she knew she already had for the catcher's - Reuben's - new piece. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

"Another project?" Her mother voiced with a wink, taking a seat at the center table of the shop. It was the first time she came downstairs in two days. It was very much unlike her as Mary used to always have to shoo her away from work. Mary just giggled, deciding not to pry.

"You know I can't help myself." The smile her mother offered would melt anyone who looked upon it.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, liebling." In the background her father eyed the two of them suspiciously, feeling as if they knew something he didn't. He may have been a drunk, but he wasn't stupid. And he intended to use that to his advantage.

"Your projects are the reason our business is going to the rats." He grumbled as he sipped on his bourbon.

"Charles, you know as well as I that if it wasn't for her projects we would've been with far less than rats."

"Well, if she would focus more on the customers and less on her silly costumes we'd be out of this hellhole." Mary continued working with her back to the two of them, breathing growing heavier as her tense lips downturned.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous. If you didn't keep spending our money on alcohol we could have already been somewhere nicer. And besides, no one ever leaves this town if not to leave the world itself one way or another." Her mother's voice began to gain volume in frustration. "We're better off than half the people in the village, at least be grateful for that. And it's all thanks to our daughter's silly costumes!"

Deafening silence followed. The air grew thick. Tears began to prick Mary's eyes in fear of what was to come. Never had her mother yelled. It filled Mary with an anxiety she couldn't control. Chaos ensued in the background, her father's yelling catching her attention.

She whipped around to face the scene. Her mother was now on the floor, her father lunging at her once more to grab her by her bun. Tears began to steadily stream down both women's faces, Mary frozen in place. Her mother began to cough uncontrollably, grabbing onto the cloth over her chest in search of relief.

"Stop!" Mary shouted in desperation, but it was futile. He began to scream in her mother's face, practically pinning her to the table by her head. "Pa, stop!" Those who heard the commotion began to sneak peeks into the shop, watching as simple bystanders rather than interfering. Mary's heart raced in fear for the frail woman whose eyes began to close. "Stop it, Pa!" Mary screamed.

Her mother's struggle came to a complete stop, body limp. It wasn't until then that Charles let go. His eyes grew wide, glazing over as he carefully set her on the floor. They waited. And waited. Then he felt a faint pulse. He sighed in relief, cradling her close to him.

As for Mary, she continued to panic. Her father had terrible fits, but none where he would put either of them in mortal danger. She had never felt more terrified in her entire life. Her panting soon filled the room and she flinched when her father looked up at her. Before she could decipher what his expression even was she was out of the shop, wandering off to who-knows-where.

She wiped her face with the back of her hand, but it was no use as it continued to flood. The villagers in her path leapt out of the way as she ran, getting herself as far away from the shop as possible. As a road that led outside the town became visible she slowed to a speedy walk, clutching her chest as her mother had as a last resort of comfort. As Mary neared the edge she held onto the wall for support, the intensity of it all making her feel lightheaded and weak.

She closed her eyes and paced the road to slow her breathing, using techniques her mother showed her when she was younger and the attacks were more frequent. But no matter how hard she tried it just didn't seem to work. She took a deep breath as her heartbeat filled her ears. Her hands cupped them, ran along her forehead, clutched her dress. Anything.

But just as she felt another surge of panic begin to grow she felt a hand on her shoulder. She whisked around in a fright, jumping away from the source when she saw Reuben standing there with his face scrunched together in confusion and...worry? Behind him was the carriage.

Quickly she dried her face, sniffing as she turned it away from him in embarrassment.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice taking on a darker, yet more careful tone than usual.

When she didn't answer he sighed, looking down the street that she came from with a squint. He then looked back over at her as she closed in on herself and rested a hand on her back, beginning to guide her over to the box seat of the carriage.

"Sit." Reuben urged when he felt her hesitate and helped her up. He stayed on the ground and leaned against the cage to allow her some space. He made sure to glare down anyone who dared to follow her or peer over at them, sending them directly back to where they came from.

"My mother." He looked over at Mary. She looked over at him, eyes red and beginning to swell from the crying. "He almost killed my mother." She whispered weakly.

"Your father?" Mary nodded. Not one to sympathize, he surprised himself as he felt his blood begin to boil. How Mary was able to tolerate living with such a man was beyond him, but it wasn't as if she had a choice.

"She, um," She motioned to her chest area, finding her words. "She has a heart condition," her voice cracked. "And she - she raised her voice at him and he attacked her and she just -" She took a breath to try and calm herself. "She just went limp. But he found a pulse once he realized what had happened." Mary looked up and around, eyes wide with worry. "I shouldn't have run away - I shouldn't. I shouldn't have left her with him -"

"If you didn't run away he would've done the same to you." Reuben pressed, not wanting her to return to such a place so soon after what happened. "Don't get ahead of yourself." Slowly he climbed up to sit next to her and gently peeled her hands away from herself, looking her dead in the eyes. "Your mother would surely understand. She wouldn't want you putting your life in danger."

Mary looked away, unsure if she should believe him. Why was he even bothering to comfort her? He certainly didn't have an obligation to. Yet at the same time, similar to the night before, she felt comfortable. Maybe that was the reason he was a child catcher. People were so easily fooled by his compassion that they failed to see he had an ulterior motive. But what motive would he have in her case? Had she offended the barons unknowingly and he was luring her in?

The possibilities were endless and there was even a chance she was worrying over nothing. He was a human being just as everyone else was, after all. One with questionable morals, but human nonetheless. He had a life outside of being the barons' henchman and it was something that the villagers failed to acknowledge. For Mary, however, it was the only reason she was able to trust him thus far.

Or was it because someone had finally noticed her?