About Souls and Mates

Part 4

The request dossier for the mission had stated that Ariel Melzer (12), after being disappointed by his parents (Rebecca Melzer (38) and Anthon Melzer (40)) for not showing up at an Easter celebration the 25th of April, 2008, would become highly depressive and reclusive and refuse to participate in any type of celebration for the rest of his life.

Bill's mission was easy. As a person directly involved in the 'magic' of Easter (Bill scoffed to himself), he simply had to use his 'charm' (Bill scoffed again) to convince Ariel Easter was a holiday worth celebrating.

But all of that would be unnecessary, now, that he knew the reason why Ariel would have most likely gone into withdrawal. By eliminating the part were Ariel was beat up by all the wealthy-people greedy of his parent's fortune, Bill had changed the future, and Ariel would still continue to be a happy boy.

Well... That was if he could stop the men who were coming that night to try and harm him.

"The Christmas, Halloween, and Thanksgiving agencies better reward me good for taking this hit for the team..." Bill grumbled to himself.

He was sitting on the outer ledge of a third-floor window.  Ariel had gone to sleep many hours ago, in his room on the second floor.

Bill scratched his chin absentmindedly with the hand-gun he was holding. "Ghee..." he muttered wearily, "I hope those guys don't bring some big guns, or I'll be in for some trouble..."

From where he sat, Bill could see the great land spread in front of the Melzer estate. It was filled with gardens and cement paths, and spotted with areas where trees were left to grow wildly. These were the places that most troubled Bill since he knew anybody could easily hide there.

Bill sighed softly and jamming his gun under the strap of his belt, he stood on the window ledge, looking down at the ground a considerable many yards away. He suddenly jumped forth, into the night air, and after falling for several seconds in silence, he landed lightly on his feet in the ground below, as if he had just taken a hop.

He began to sprint around the front of the mansion, laughing softly to himself. "I'll have to thank Dr. Jarred later for making these toys so awesome." He made a note to himself.

As he reached a patch of trees he strained his ears, but even with his heightened senses, Bill couldn't hear a thing. He looked down at the watch on his wrist. In the faint lighting of the moon he could see it was already 3 a.m.

"Well, these guys sure take their precious time, don't they?" He said rather annoyed, but before he could say anything else, two strong grips from behind clasped around both his arms and with a surprised yelp, he was jerked back and fell on his bottom.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" A voice said in a tone that made Bill want to punch him in the mouth, "A little thief looking for some bounty in the Melzer estate, I suppose?"

Bill watched murderously the black figures that began to circle him. "Nope, not at all." He answered easily, as if they were all pals in a tea party, "I am Lord Ariel's bodyguard, and I take care that little scum like you guys don’t get close to him."

"Is that so?" The man answered testily, and then continued in a livelier tone. "Well, then, we'll have to give you treatment worthy of Melzer service!" He said.

But Bill was barely paying any attention to the man as he spoke. He knew that the reason they had been able to take him down was because of the surprise attack, but he had the strength to easily pull free at any moment and beat them all down only with his fists. Bill secretly laughed to himself, happy that the men had been stupid enough to so recklessly approach him. They had saved him a lot of work.