Story of Sebastian

Story of Sebastian, Chap 13

Story of Sebastian, Chapter Thirteen

           Their little missions carried on for months and then years. Nothing interesting had happened yet, so far as Sebastian could decipher. They were still killing bad guys, and even with a few close calls, Sorcha’d rarely been in danger. He just couldn’t figure it out.

            He watched lazily as the dagger flew into the air, flipped, and then landed casually in Sorcha’s hand only to repeat the journey. She was on edge for a different reason. Paul hadn’t given them a new mission yet and Sebastian had voted for some rest and relaxation. Two terms that Sorcha just didn’t seem to understand.

            “If I promise to be careful, can I go out and look around?” she begged, the dagger never stopping.

            He sighed.

            “I’ll swear even, how’s that. Please, I just need to get out of here. The walls are closing in.”

            He only nodded, trying not to smile at her sound of triumph. She was up and out the door before he could give her a time limit. Didn’t matter really since he could still find her anywhere. Sebastian flexed his shoulders as his hands knotted under his head. He found staring at the ceiling comfortable enough.

            Sebastian pictured the ceiling tiles as part of the puzzle and tried to piece them back together. He heard the door open and close.

            “Forget something?”

            “Give me your money!”

            He looked up slowly into the barrel of a gun and grinned. Being stuck in a hovel town was just part of the reason he didn’t want her out and about. He put his finger on the end of the barrel and pushed it down.

            “I said give me your money, man.”

            “You really don’t want to be doing this…”

            The gun bobbed in his face again and Sebastian growled. He watched the barrel shake as the sound moved over his would be attacker.

            “You could shoot me,” Sebastian grinned. “But you wouldn’t find any money here and I’d be up ripping your head off before you got out the door.”

            His attacker’s eyes widened then narrowed. “You’re bluffing.”

            He’d just said he’d come back from the dead and the guy was worried he was bluffing? What kind of drugs was this guy on? He stared the asshole down, starting to get annoyed.

            “Look, man, I know ya got money, renting a nice place like this here.”

            Sebastian laughed. “Nice place? Have you looked around?”

            He moved to stand and the guy wisely backed up to give him room. Now Sebastian was staring down at the fucker.

            “What are you, 15?” he asked.

            “Seventeen…”

            Great, he couldn’t behead a baby. Instead Sebastian smiled. A moment of concentration had his sword appearing in his hand. He swung it effortlessly, slicing the barrel of the handgun down to the chamber. He laughed as the kid screamed in a high pitch voice and ran for the door.

            “You're lucky I let you live!” he called after the departing figure and moved to gather up their things.

            Boys like that would come back with reinforcements and he didn’t want to be around. One for the questions it would cause and two because he didn’t want to kill a bunch of kids.

            “Brats,” he mumbled, bagging everything up.

            He made one final pass around the room and lugged the bags onto his shoulder. He checked the bathroom to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, left the keys and a twenty on the counter, and then concentrated.

            When Sebastian opened his eyes he found himself in some bar with a drunk guy staring him. The man looked as his mug and then set it down to push it across the table. He gave the guy a little wave before walking over to Sorcha by a pool table.

            “We were found out, time to go,” he whispered in her ear.

            “Already?” Sorcha answered, taking her shot. “Can it wait? I’m winning here.”

            “I’m holding at least fifty pounds of crap and you want me to wait?”

            “Fine,” she sighed. “Pay the guy.”

            “Come again.”

            “Pay the man. I have to forfeit the game thanks to you. Or I could keep winning…”

            “How much?” he grumbled, tucking his hand into a pocket.

            “Fifty.”

            “Holy hell.” She smirked again, so he rolled his shoulders and pulled the money from his pocket, slapping it on the table. “Can we go now?”

            Sorcha nodded and walked out with him. “You’re really just no fun lately.”

             Fun? She wanted fun? Sebastian’s hand locked on her wrist and they disappeared, reappearing on a sandy beach. He needed time to think and figure out what he could do about their situation. He did not need to be chasing her around as she tried to endanger herself.

            “Oh, tropical,” Sorcha winked and spun around. “Where’s the hotel?”

            Sebastian shook his head smiling.

            “Resort?”

            Again he shook his head. “Nothing, absolutely nothing. It’s a small, deserted island near Fiji.”

            She stalked away, “You’re an ass.”

            Sebastian only smiled and dropped their bags. He sat on the soft warm sand and leaned against an equally warm boulder. Sorcha was stampeding around kicking the sand in a tantrum. She’d learned long ago not to run, he’d just find her and take her some place worse.

            “I’m going swimming! Maybe the sharks will eat me!”

            “Good luck with that!” he called back. “You’re probably sour,” he mumbled and closed his eyes.

            “Sebastian? Sebastian!”

            He startled awake to her worried voice. The sky was dark, but a fire was burning and something smelled delightful. Sebastian looked over at the sound that woke him. Sorcha was looking at him funny.

            “You okay?” she asked. “You slept all day.”

            “Fine, just tired. What’s for dinner?”

            She broke out in a grin and he knew he was going to regret it. “I am having a wonderful tuna that I caught myself. He put up a good fight and he’ll go great with a fruit sauce I’m making…”

            “And I’m having??”

            “Oh, I found a couple crabs.”

            Great, she was still mad at him. Then her excited words sunk in, she’d battled a fish in the open ocean. What was wrong with her lately? She was running off at the first chance finding the scariest people or places.

            Sebastian bolted upright, a thought forming in his head. Now he was sure exactly what Paul was trying to do, he just needed to figure out why. And that would take some research. He settled back, better to let her suffer for a few more hours before whisking her back to civilization. It’d keep her out of trouble for a little bit, so he could be nice like that.