“Perhaps they would, but they just know I’m here to study the culture. So perhaps we should keep the story that way.”
Vishta walked into the house, her eyes bouncing from Seraph and the couple huddled together in fear. “Seraph, stop this. It’s not right. They did nothing wrong.”
“Of course they didn’t. But that’s not to say they wouldn’t still do something wrong. So, here’s the deal, we need a place to sleep and you want to stay alive. So, let’s agree that I won’t kill you so long as we sleep here and you don’t say a word to anyone.”
The wife nodded. “Of course, just don’t touch our children. Let them sleep. Let them believe they were safe all night.”
“Of course they’re safe, as long as you continue to cooperate.” Seraph put his dagger
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“If you don’t like the idea of it, then you can always go back to the shipyard. Look, I’m not going to argue about this anymore. I am who I am. You will just need to deal with death isn’t such a bad thing in my eyes just like stealing someone’s money is nothing to you.”
He could see Vishta cringe. She was frustrated with him but after traveling all the way here with him, she had to be willing to deal with him. He didn’t dwell on the thought for too much longer as he drifted off to sleep.
A loud noise woke Seraph from his dreams. Vishta was still asleep, her mouth open and snoring. Despite how loud she was, Seraph knew it wasn’t Vishta’s snoring. It was coming from outside. There were lights outside the window and whispering. He crawled over to the window and peered outside. If it wasn’t for the flashlights, Seraph wouldn’t have been able to see who it was. Instead he could make out the form of the husband and wife from earlier who had escaped the home. They were talking in hushed voices but Seraph knew exactly what was going on, they had gotten the guards and notified them of his presence.
He cursed to himself. If he hadn’t had Vishta interrupting his threats, he might have just killed the family and gotten over the entire problem. Instead, he had simply threatened them
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
“Ender looked at the others coldly. “You might be having some idea of ganging up on me …. But just remember what I do to people who try to hurt me.”
“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.
“So yeah, some people may have been approached to discuss the plan -it wasn’t us.”
“Who’s they?” he wanted to know. “Who, specifically, do you think is trying to murder you?”
"Then let's not stay here for long, because now they know we are here." Says Corvo as he draws his sword.
“Don’t worry. The police will be here shortly.” The person said with a sadistic smirk.
Charlie nodded in understanding. “Of course. In the meantime, however, I’m going to need dinner and beds arranged for my people. The large dining room in the hall would be perfect,” Charlie informed him as he looked over her group with distaste.
“I’d let you use my bed, but seeing as you didn’t let me use yours when I stayed with you, it seems only fair.” Kimberly knew he was only saying it in jest and she waved him off. She would sleep on the floor if he made her. The couch was comfortable enough anyway.
“How could I have not?” Walker takes a step towards Willa. She’s shaking. “Did you really expect me to stand by and watch the person I love try to kill herself?” He grips her hands in his, holding them to his chest. Willa can feel the steady beat of his heart. She weakly attempts to pull away from his warm chest, but she finds that the effort needed isn’t worth it. She lets Walker hold her and brings her in
“Damn,” Rodriguez said. “How in the hell could they establish an off-world colony without us knowing?”
"Are you done? I'm not completely bad, the authorities we hastily escaped would have killed you anyway.”
“Yes sir, definitely, but why is it that you need these children, sir?” the commander said nervously trembling.
Storytelling is the oral tradition of sharing stories and recounting events of the past. It is an ancient art form and is a dear form of human expression (What is). Most historians and psychologists alike agree that storytelling is one of the many things binding and defining humanity as we know it because everything revolves around storytelling in one form or another. Humans are possibly the only animals capable of creating and telling stories.
She looked at him. He stared right back. There were no conversations now. He did not know what to say and she did not know what to feel except anguished.