Vengence

Chapter 15: Errands

"Wakey wakey kid," a hand reached over and instinctively I reached out and grabbed it sending my attacker on to the ground, twisting their arm behind them.

"Alyin its me."

My eyes opened and I realized that I was no longer in the woods with men in black with large guns chasing me down instead I was in my room with Blake beneath me his face contorted in pain.

I let go and slowly fell back on my knees, glancing at the clock I realized it was well past noon.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly turning my head as he began to rub his arm.

"It's okay I should apologize, I shouldn't have woke you up, the docters said that you may have some unreleased stress I just wasn't expecting you to be so strong." He said smiling up at me and which in turn we both began to laugh, causing my stomach to hurt, when I was sure I couldn't tolerate anymore I got to my feet and shuffled around the room for an outfit to wear completely aware of how Blake followed my every move as I moved around.

"Aylin forgive me for asking but what were you dreaming of?"

I turned around slightly and looked at him as his blue eyes focused in on me and I couldn't help but see the curious little boy I had befriended in what seemed like so long ago.

"I dreamt of the island." I replied quitely and watched as he tensed slightly feeling as if he crossed some invincible line some how, feeling as if I had to console him I quickly walked over to my dresser and pulled out the wooden jewelry box my mother had given to me before she died.

Inside there was a black rock I had found with the edges carved smoothly and the black shined to perfection perfectly polished.

I walked over and stuck out my hand for him to take.

"A met a woman who said that smooth black rocks give light in the darkness, all those years on the island and I grew afraid of the dark."

I took a deep breath as he took it and felt the smoothness it held,"It never really worked much for me but maybe you'd have better luck with it."

Blake looked up at me before raising to his feet and pulling me tightly to his arms.

"It should have been me Aylin, I should have went with your father that day and persauded you to stay home." He said his voice growing tighter with every word and I found myself hugging him tighter wishing and willing to never let go, but even I knew I couldn't decieve myself.

I had let go of Blake and everyone else I cared about the day I was sent to hell.

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A few minutes later I was walking downstairs only to be greeted by an all to eager looking Fredrick waiting for me by the door.

"Where to today Lady Aylin?" He asked handing me my jacket.

Hiding my annoyance inside I accepted my jacket and pulled it over my shoulders, "Aylin will suffice and dear Mr.Carson if I may ask why aren't you out protecting my dear cousin?"

"You can call me Stubby everyone else does." Fredrick said still giving me that doofus smile,"And as for your cousin your uncle found that my services will not be needed for her."

I nodded as if that made sense or that I gave a damn, truth is I had an important agenda today and with the recent setbacks of sleeping late and the whole Blake thing I was already running late, and Fredrick or well Stubby was not going to make anything easir for me.

Turning towards Stubby I gave him my most prized smile," Very well Stubby I plan to meet my uncle for lunch and to make a few arrands as well will you get the car?"

Stubby nodded and went out the door quickly to fetch the car as I dug under the collar of my coat and yanked out the tracker that had been stitched into it.

Walking away from the entrance of the door I walked down the hall past the flower pot and dumped the chip going out the back door.

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I cut the engine of my motorcylce outside of the old building kicking the kickstand before taking off my helmet and setting my boots on the ground looking up at the gray sky.

I sniffed the air and smelt rain within the next few hours walking through the old junk yard I knocked on the metal door where a slot opened up revealing a man with yellow eyes.

"I've come to see Rapheal," I said with a perfect portuegase accent.

The man looked me up and down and turned his head away," Who are you?" He asked

I smiled,"A friend."

The slot closed and the door was pulled open revealing an undergound factory of foreign men hard at work building high level machinary.The place reeked of gun oil and metal.

The man gestured for me to follow and I was lead up some stairs to a watch room that looked out over the whole factory.

"She claims she's a friend." The man who let me spoke in portuegase and grunted at me before turning away and walking back down.

The room was fairly small only able to hold a desk and a chair along with a small sofa cluttered with trash.

The room smelt of piss and death but I tried hard not to breathe as the man, Rapheal, spun around in his chair to look down at me.

"Sit please." He gestured to the sofa, I shook my head declining and refusing to sit down in the filth.

"If I recall correctly people like you don't make their way to places like this am I right?" He said grinning revealing a set of yellow rotten teeth as he brushed some of his gray hair back.

I kept my bile down and reached into my pocket and pulled out the gun I had snatched from the italian man last night.

"You're wrong but I didn't come here to divulge inside my affairs." I tossed the gun on to his desk and pointed to it.

"The bullets are foriegn therefore making it harder to trace, I need you to find me the owner of this fine weapon."

Rapheal folded his hands and leaned back against his chair exposing all the stains on his shirt.

"And why would I do that?" He asked arching an eyebrow.

I looked around and took a deep breathe," Because if you don't I will not only kill you but I'll burn this fine establishment to the ground and laugh as you to turn to ash with it." I said just as calmly.

"Do you think I feel threatened child?" Rapheal asked straightening up in his seat.

I turned towards the door," If you knew what I really do than you wouldn't have to ask that question."