A Long Journey

Chapter 2

"I don't think I would be of much help..." Benson stared at his blurred reflection in the glass. "I'm not a hero." He lifted his cup to his lips and sipped the cold liquor.

"If you can't help, no one can." The man scoffed. "Trust me. We need you"

Benson turned to him then back to his cup, unsure of anything in his life now. He then turned to Steven who was preoccupied by an unruly customer that seemed past done with the strong drink.

"Listen..." he gripped the cup. "I'll go home." The other man's facial expression brightened up, "but don't expect anything... and I have a condition."

"Name it! They are in such dire need of you, I think they would agree to anything!" Benson laughed under his breath as he stood up to tower over the man.

"Take this to the village" he reached out his hand to the man, "And go home before me. I will come in a few days, enough time for you to tell them this." His eyes narrowed as he spoke, detest in every word. "If I hear one thing. Get wind of one rumor." He straightened his back and lifted his finger. "One word about what happened 3 years ago, I will leave with no regrets or a single thought about that place."

The man sat for a moment in shock before nodding, taking the item from his hand and headed out of the building.

Benson turned back to his glass and picked it up, finishing it in one gulp. Motioned at Steven who copied the movement then he left the building as well.