Eversight

Sage's Return

I kicked the door open, holding the musket and pointing it at everyone in the room, Niamh looked at me worryingly, I aimed back at the woman and man, getting a good look. I froze. Jonathan stared back at me. The woman from the cabin grimaced. Without hesitation, I gripped the trigger and fired at Jonathan's chest. Blood spattered from his body, as he collapsed.

"Dear!" The black-haired woman screeched.

Niamh glared at the woman, I quickly rushed over, unshackling Niamh and running straight out the door. I ran through the crowd quickly, towards the old home. My feet slammed against the gravel, sliding inside of the house. The maroon wallpaper stared at me, as I rushed Niamh inside and locked the door. I panted. Niamh wandered over carelessly to the kitchen table, picking up the chair Jonathan had thrown and standing it up back at the table, sitting down. I sighed, leaning the musket against the wall, shuffling towards the table. The unfinished cold soup sat there. I sighed.

"Where in god's name did you go." I raised my voice.

"I-I don't know, Marcel took me out and she made me pass out, somehow." She replied, with fear in her eyes.

"Niamh, this is serious. Whoever that woman was, was working with Jonathan, and I just shot him for crying out loud."

"I'm telling you, I had nothing to do with this!" Niamh yelled.

I sighed, standing up. "Go take a bath," I said, out of breath still. I walked and slid out of the suit, placing the nightgown over my head, and yawning. Before I closed the curtains, I glared at the bustling village, the torches lighting up the streets in the dark void of the sky. Niamh stood up from the chair, walking to the basin. I shut the curtains, grabbing the flint from the top of the metal-boxed fireplace, lighting the logs aflame, and sitting down in front of the fire. The water from Niamh's bath sloshed.