A Taste Of Freedom

Part 6

For awhile he was silent, listening to her speak, amused when she said she wanted to see his face. He watched as she took a step forward, trying to peer at him from where she was. It was a small thing, but he couldn't help but wonder why she wanted to see his face. She was bound to see his face after they got the hell out of here and he wondered if she was stalling; maybe she wanted the villagers to capture him and take him back to the village as well. Maybe he was thinking too much into this, like he does with a lot of things, but he really didn't understand why she cared to see his face. Did she just want to see the face of her possible savior as a bit of reassurance, to maybe convince herself that he truly was here to take her from this place? Yes, that seemed to make a little more sense now that he thought of it whether it was correct or not.

He ran his fingers through his hair and holstered his gun. The safety remained off, just in case he had to use it again, and because he was still rather wary.

Somehow he wasn't convinced that she wanted to be saved, after all what was stopping her from running back to the village? He was a stranger to her; he wasn't convinced that she trusted him and didn't blame her if she didn't. Having trust issues himself he never blamed anyone who didn't trust him. She had every reason not to want to go back, but perhaps the thought of freedom was more frightening than sticking around to her. And he wasn't expecting to change her mind, it was difficult to get people to change their way of life. He would know. The life he was living now was the only life he knew; if someone were to tell him to change the wayhe currently was living for whatever reason he wasn't sure what the hell he would do.

That was the only reason he, a normally impatient person, was patient with her wariness. He watched on for a bit, and when she didn't turn back and run away, that was when he decided to grant her wish and dared to come out of his little hiding spot. "You do not have to worry about appearance," he said, speaking in that soft tone he always used. It was a tone with a double edged sword in the sense that he could use it to be rather intimidating if he wanted to. In the past he has been a very intimidating person, still was today, too, whenever he truly wanted to strike fear into someone. "We shall get you cleaned up once we head back to the city."

People might question, but he wasn't too worried. He did have a few connections, people he trusted, that he could contact should anything happen. He wasn't expecting much trouble this had been almost too easy so far and he was on edge. Usually when he was sent on some rescue mission there were a few people trying to kill him. A few times he has actually been captured and almost killed himself, and he has even been set up once. Being set up was never fun; Whenever he was sent on a mission he kept his guard up just in case he had been set up again.

However, this time he was on edge more due to the fact that this had been easy so far.

"I hate to seem like I am rushing you, he spoke again, but I would like to get the hell out of here as soon as possible." His mood changed a bit, having that 'if you're coming with me, let's get going already' sort of edge to it, even if he didn't say it. He didn't want to spend any more time here and risk being seen by anyone else. Surely the villagers would come back any moment; He could almost feel their eyes peering out from the safety of their village, wondering what was going on.

He wondered if they would praise him for taking the 'demon' away from their village, or if they would retaliate and call him a monster as well for helping her. Would the retreat from this place be peaceful or violent? He was expecting the latter, but pondered the former.