Given Up

An old Friend

She was there. Lurking in the bushes. Watching as the trader made his way to the town. The sound of moaning creatures behind her. She wasn't afraid. Not anymore. How could she be when she had seen more terrifying things that could scar any human being for life. She doesn't trust anyone anymore. She won't go into town unless she needs supplies and she usually just stops traders on there way in, but not today.

She slowly left her hiding spot in the bushes and made her way slowly through the tall grass of the fields over to the side of the town walls. She is quick on her feet and silent. As the trader slowly made his way to the gates she grabbed the side of his cart and clung to it only by her arms. She lifted her body so she lay flat on the side of the cart as the trader checked in with the guards.

She had a mask covering her face and she wore a black T-shirt and camouflage pants. Attached was a pistol, holster, and a knife sheath. On her back lay a long thin sword, the weapon she mainly used.

After the cart was safely in the town she jumped off and rolled into the bushes, concealing herself once again. She was here on urgent business. To meet with one of the people in town that had information she needed.

The coast was clear so she pushed herself up off the ground and made her way down the road. She kept her mask up, not wanting to draw any attention from people who know of her. The house she was supposed to arrive at was, of course, on the other side of town. She was not planning on staying over night so she had to move quickly before nightfall.

She arrived at the house ten minutes later. She slowly and quietly walked up the steps to the door. Just as she raised her fist to knock, the door flew open and a girl stormed out. She quickly shoved past her without even a glance.

"Babe, don't go. Come on," she heard a male voice come from inside.

"Just stay away from me, Harry. I don't want to talk to you right now," the girl said as she stomped off down the road.

The man came to the door. He noticed her right away and a small smile formed on his face."Back so soon, Sarah," he said to her.

"I'm not here for you, Harry. I'm here for information," Sarah said before walking inside.

Harry closed the door and turned to face her. His house was a small two bedroom and two bathroom house. The entrance led straight to the living room and stairs. Doors led to different rooms in all directions.

"This has to be quick. I need to get back by nightfall," Sarah said sitting on the couch and pulling out files of papers from her bag. Harry came over and sat down next to her."I need you to tell me what you know about the Saiman Gang." Sarah pulled out many news articles and papers. Harry looked through them, deep in thought.

"Well...what do you think? What can you tell me?"Sarah said after a while.

"I don't know what to tell you, babe-" he started.

"Don't call me that," Sarah quietly said through clenched teeth. Harry just looked at her for a while.

"I know that they have set up camps all over the land. They even spread through the mountains. They have been taking people from the town. Women, children, and men. No one is really safe here anymore. At least that's how it seems. Now that you're back we might have a chance," Harry said sitting back looking at Sarah. She wouldn't make eye contact, only stared at the papers that lay on the coffee table in front of them.

"What am I even supposed to do? I have been trying to find out more about them for the past week and these stupid articles tell me nothing," Sarah sighed frustrated putting her head in her hands.

Harry started rubbing soft circles on her back."Hey, it's okay," he said."You'll figure something out. You're probably the most amazing and skilled person I know." He gave her a small and sad smile as she looked up at him.

"Well, I should be going," Sarah said, starting to pick up her papers.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?," Harry asked."I just made dinner. It's still warm. Spaghetti and meatballs."

Sarah turned to Harry and smiled."I'm sorry Harry, but I have to go." She walked over to the window and peered out."Crap," she muttered. She turned to see a smiley Harry.

"I'll go clean out the spare room," he said leaving the room.

Sarah cussed under her breath. She had a past experience with Harry and definitely didn't want to do through it again.

Harry returned and brought Sarah to the kitchen where there was a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs and a glass of cold water. Sarah quickly ate while Harry sat across from her blabbering away about ridiculous things that Sarah didn't really care about. She ignored most of what he said.

When she finally finished she sat back."I better get to bed," she said.

"But it's not even late," Harry complained as Sarah rose from her seat.

"I have to leave early," she mumbled."This isn't like old times Harry. I am only here for the night. I am living first thing in the morning, so don't expect to see me." Sarah turned and started walking away.

"I guess you really have changed," Harry muttered.

Sarah had heard and stopped in her tracks."For the better," she said without turning back and continued walking.

She reached her room at the end of the hall at the top of the stairs. She set her bag down by the door and walked over to the bed. It was a small room with a window on the far wall. The bed was a full size and a closet and vanity directly across. She set her knife and pistol on the nightstand and put her sword under the blankets for protection. She quickly slid off her boots and climbed under the covers of the warm blankets. It didn't take long for sleep to overcome her as she lay perfectly still in the house she never wished she'd have to come back to. Ever.

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Hey guys! Yippee my second story. I am still working on the first one don't worry. If you are reading it that is.

I am so excited for this story it's gonna be great😍

So I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter😊

Love ya