Hydra

Chapter two: The hut's owner.

After that incident, me and Drake found a small hut near a forest, before we found the hut we actually were walking for two days, I was carrying Drake on my back for real since he's hurt and can't walk also.

I knocked the door but nobody answered, I knocked it again a little bit higher, and again nobody answered. I gripped on the door's handle and it seems not locked.

I stepped inside the hut, it looked old not too old though but at least its clean and neat. It has three windows, two on the left side of the room and the other on the right, brown coloured sofa and in front of it was a small table and an empty vase on it, a large embellished rug and in beside a small kitchen  along with a stove, fridge and a small food table.

There was two doors that perhaps would be a bedroom and whatever room. No one was inside the hut instead of us at the moment. Suddenly, I heard the inner door's grips move slowly and a figure comes out. The room was dim so I couldn't see the person clearly.

"Well well~, who do we have here? New guests? Mmm~." The person spoke. He was a man, a middle-aged man, perhaps. The man stepped towards a little bit more. I backed off feeling a bit scared.

"No need to be scared~," He stepped forth so I could see his face, he introduced himself "I'm Sir Frank Moran, just call me Frank, good to see you two little kids." He smiled, "what are your names?"

I looked at Drake, nodding my head then turning to face Sir Frank.

"I'm Delta and this is my little cousin Drake." I said while pointing on Drake who was smiling sheepishly on my left shoulder.

"Quite familiar." A thinking look appeared on his face, he lifted his thump reaching it up to his chin. He paused for seconds then snapped his fingers, saying:

"I heard the story of the Olsen's family mansion collapsed and the family members died due to a fire accident that happened about.... perhaps two days ago..?" He sounded unsure about the last part. I didn't know how to react and... how did he even know?! I just nodded my head and gave a sad face. 'I heard their names somewhere before.' Frank thought to himself.

"Kid, tell me your last name."  He sounded serious.

"Olsen, sir."

"Woah you two seem to be very lucky to survive this!" He said loudly, I nodded, "so you two have no place to live anymore, right?" He asked and I nodded again.

"So you decided to intrude on my precious house because you thought no one lived here, right?" What's with him turning mean this time?! And we didn't intrude on his so called 'precious house' we just wanted to know if someone would treat Drake's wounds, it had been only two days since his wounds didn't get even a little care, two freaking days.

"Sir Frank-", "just Frank, please" he insisted.

"Si- I mean Frank, we did not mean to intrude on your sweet hut, I simply knocked your door but you didn't respond, I found the door unlocked so I came in," I protested, "its that I'm trying to find some help for my little cousin Drake, he's been hurt for two days, would you let us stay in for a while, please?" I tightened my fists waiting him to say yes.

"Sure why not! I live alone by myself and it'd be a pleasure to me." A sly smile appeared on his face, does he know something? Well whatever.

I trended to the brown sofa and placed Drake on it softly. I sat on a wooden chair that was close to the sofa. Mr. Frank looked at us as he smiled widely, what's with him?

"I'm going to the other room and bring the aid kit so wait for me until I come back." He turned to leave.

After about 2 minutes, Mr. Frank came back with the aid kit on his grasp, walking up to the sofa and sitting Drake on his lap. Finally he's going to heal the bruised innocent little boy. Drake jerked when Mr. Frank touched his leg. Mr. Frank froze, but Drake mumbled saying that its okay.

Silence filled the room, so I decided to break it.

"Mr. Frank, how did you know about our mansion being collapsed by the fire?" I asked with curiousness, how did he even know? Maybe he read from the newspaper about it? No its impossible for a newspaper to spread about it that fast.

I waited for an answer. It seemed like interrogating him not questioning him though. Mr. Frank did not respond, but instead he was taping Drake's bruised legs and arms.

After 5 minutes later.

"Eh? Did you say something?~" he smiled with an oblivious look. I sighed and shook my head nervously. Mr. Frank stoop up and went past the stove to the fridge opening it gently taking two bottles of water then closed the fridge.  Mr. Frank seemed very happy that his smile never faded from his face, its kinda creep me to see someone like this, how weird is this man. I shrugged off then Mr. Frank came up and handed me the bottle of water, I thanked him, he nodded then went back where Drake is and continued his job.

I didn't know what to do so I only sat quietly on the wooden chair waiting for Mr. Frank to finish treating Drake.

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