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Anura’s House

Story 1 Sequel 1 Rescue

By MIXHAELI MENTEPublished 8 months ago Updated 8 months ago 3 min read
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Fineas Gavre, Unsplash, Standing In A Bush

A screaming hissing noise of two electrics was the only thing heard on this quiet night infront of home now owned as a safe haven by the city’s local structural organization…

Is she in the house? The driver asked as he hurried towards the door as the local runner who was in charge of the house was coming out.

Yes, she’s inside, he replied. The door to the house now was closed so no one can hear as he turned back towards them and bowed slightly but in readiness to see what the lead, which was the driver wanted him to do.

He now accepted his bow and nodded back in return in an urgency, so as to move on to other information now important. The lead now on the porch of the house moved over slightly out the direct walkway to door and waved the local runner over as if he was going to tell him a secret. The rest of his circle of men and women that made up about five in total followed the lead, yet waiting for the sign from to hold back.

The local runner walked over too after seeing his gesture, knowing he something to ask or say.

The lead now content and consciously wanting to know all the details before seeing the girl asked, “Is she okay and was anything done to her.” He asked again abruptly, “So what did you do?”

“Nothing.” The local runner replied, “We didn’t do nothing, we just heal, help, and aide and you taught us that.” Not getting his intention he figured it was test question, so replied a teaching that he learned. “That’s just who we are! We do what can do!” he continued. Thinking he wanted to know what actions they took, he left his statement at that.

The local runner affirmed, “She wasn’t very responsive, she just was sitting in shock since we grabbed her.”

“I see”, the lead replied grasping the situation.

“That’s normal I think, that’s what will be the reaction of anyone”, the lead said in response. You reassure them that your there and you want let nothing happen. Thats the importance! Most of these people are used to people running out on them, that they need reassurance. You talk to her? The asked as he continued. Though they are lost in silence and not responsive. All girls needs to know these things, they must become of us now, she will be one of us forever now.

“I know”, replied the local runner. I did reassure her of that, several times, she looked like she understood, and seemed to give a sense of relief, but remained lost in a silence.

Now looking a little skeptical and confused he asked, “Why didn’t you ahh… say that then?” I didn’t think you was asking that… the local runner replied as he nodded and asked for him to accept his apology, “Sorry about that.”

Never mind the lead stated, “I should been more clear and asked did you say anything to her.”

The lead now firm in voice reassured the correct responsive that should of be taken, “A question is a question.” My question required the response of all actions and words. Next time remember that. Just don’t tell me nothing because no action was taken. Your learning though, so don’t worry… your still new at this…

The lead continued, “With us she’s going to be made over into a new personality, no longer entrapped by her inslavers.” She will live and feel free again, it may not be in the way she intended it to be, her history will still haunt her mentally, but the Father has power over that, when she is ready she will marry and never will she be allowed to serve alone.

(To Be Continued)

FableYoung AdultShort StorySeriesPsychologicalFantasyAdventure
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