Chapter 53: An Eternal Debt
He had followed the trail of the scent to the kitchen and saw a bowl of steaming hot porridge on the counter.
It was way too irresistible that he scooped a spoon of it and delivered it to his starved mouth without a thought. He had just chewed it and was relishing the delicious taste before swallowing when he heard heavy footsteps behind him.
"And what do you think you are doing?" a deep voice thundered, every word coated in anger. He froze on the spot, not daring to complete his action of swallowing the food in his mouth and didn’t need to look back to know who that voice belonged to.
Like soone controlled by a remote, he turned around like a robot to face the one person he dreaded the most in his life.
"Co here," the voice barked another command.
With faltering steps, he walked towards him, not daring to lift his head to look at his foster father.
"Can you tell
the punishnt for your disobedience?"
"Twenty four lashes of horse whip and going without food for two days," whimpered a terrified Spider.
"Hahahaha," his foster father’s deep voice bellowed in mirthless laughter. "What good mory you have there, son. But it’s quite unfortunate, you don’t know how to use it to your own advantage."
His crazy laughter disappeared as suddenly as it ca and his face contorted like a monster’s.
"Now undress and et
at the reward room," he ordered and strolled out of the kitchen the sa way he had co in, an ominous air accompanying each step he took.
"The reward room! Even ghosts are afraid of going to that room. I’d better start saying my last prayers or..." Spider had to advise himself on this one.
As soon as he was left alone, he made a daring decision and ran out of the house at the speed of light.
Not long after, he sensed so people coming after him. They were his foster father’s henchn and he sprinted off with all his might.
After running for more than five hundred ters, he started to lose strength.
He looked back and saw that the n were fast gaining in on him, afterall, he had not eaten anything the whole day, save for that spoon of porridge that landed him in this ss.
With the last bit of strength left in him, he turned into an alley, his eyes darting all around, looking for sowhere to hide before those n caught up with him.
It was at that mont that a young boy with spiky hairs pulled him into a ring of blocks looking like a tunnel.
The n entered the alley soon after, looked around, when they didn’t see him, they continued down the alley and never ca back. That was the last he saw of his foster father and his twisted family.
He later found out that Drake, the boy who had helped him was also an orphan and they beca friends which later developed into brotherhood.
After so days, they stumbled on so trucks moving so goods to the city and hid in one of them.
They successfully left that village and since then, their lives have been going well.
Though not particularly rosy, they have been living on their own terms, forging a path for themselves just to survive.
He was the older one among the two, and smarter, so the responsibility of major decision taking naturally fell on him and before long, Drake started regarding him as an elder brother and boss.
Now, Drake, the only person he considered as family, was dead.
The lancholic mood hung above him like a cloud and refused to lift. He felt responsible for Drake’s death. If only he had not dragged him into this ss, he would still be alive by now.
Kathleen observed the man before her. She was able to understand from his reactions that he was not completely dead emotionally, he still had so human feelings though he was an assassin.
His grief was real. She wondered what else that other guy was to him other than a partner in cri. Her kind heart was almost moved but she cautioned herself not to give in at this point.
"It is quite a pity I didn’t have the pleasure of killing him myself as he died at the scene of the accident after he ramd into the moving truck.
"But fortunately, in your own case, the pleasure will be all mine. Thanks for granting
this little favour," she wrote in response to his accusation.
Spider’s hands were listless as he collected the paper from Kathleen, after reading it, he saw Kathleen speak and signal at the man with the thick rimd glasses and two male nurses approached him and started undressing him.
He tried to resist but was still too weak. Kathleen’s back was turned to him the whole ti, it was after they had changed him into a gown, that she turned back to face him.
At her signal, a set of n in black suits pushed in a stretcher and left almost imdiately as if they never appeared. He was placed on the stretcher and pushed out of the ward. The whole process took less than two minutes.
"What you are doing is illegal and against the ethics of your profession."
"Tell
about breaking the law," Kathleen sneered.
She gave the command and they pushed him to the theater. To stop him from screaming and creating a scene, he was given an anesthesia before they left the ward.
"Why are you helping him?" Doctor Sullivan could no longer keep it in after they had changed to a surgical gown.
Although she wasn’t the one performing the operation, she needed to observe for any complications since Spider just ca out of a coma and of course, Dr Sullivan would never miss out on any situation that would afford him the opportunity to observe and learn from his idol.
"It is called owing
an eternal debt." Kathleen checked to ensure everything was set for the operation at the theater.
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