Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ a.h. abandoned ❯ Helper ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

 

“I can help you with your little problem.”

 

What? I looked into his deep purple eyes, wondering why he even thought to look at me. Such a handsome man, tall, skinny but well built. Long, layered dark almond hair that just skimmed his shoulders. Wearing a simple black suit and aqua tie. He looked like the kind of person that would be one of the richest people in the world. Why would he even care to look my way, much less talk to me?

 

“Y-yes I do need help. My brother is dying.”

 

“I see,” he said in his deep beautiful voice. “I may be able to help you, for a small fee.”

 

“I have no money.”

 

“Who said I wanted money?”

 

I didn't know what he was babbling about, but soon didn't care. I agreed to follow him as long as he would be able to help.

 

He led me to a small alley that reminded me of something from a horror story where a little girl follows some guy and walks right into hell itself. Overactive imagination, I hate it. The stone walls of the alley were covered in lifeless brown vines. A sad little wooden shack like building lay at the end of the alley. The two windows that were one each side of a broken door were each cracked and boarded. I started to wonder if his intentions were really good, or if I was going to die.

 

When we reached the door he politely opened the door for me.

 

“Just lay him on the bed over there.”

 

I wondered `what bed' and then he turned the light on. This place was cleaner compared to what it looked like on the outside. Plaster white walls with a portrait of what looked to be him placed on the opposite wall of the door. A simple round metal table placed in the middle of the room, a chair placed next to it. One simple little bed on the right wall, that's where I was to leave my brother.

 

“Don't worry he wont die.”

He touched his fingertips on top of the table and the top of it split right in half and opened. He reached in and grabbed some weird multi-colored liquid. Then he grabbed a spoon from the bottom of the table and filled it with the liquid.

 

“What is that.”

 

“It's a special medicin created for healing wounds and preserving life.”

 

“Who are you?” How stupid am I, why did I just blurt that out?

 

“hmph.” That was his answer. He stood there silently looking at the wall. Then he turned and looked at me. “If I tell you, you are not allowed to speak of a word that I exist. UNDERSTAND.”

 

“Yes.”