A Pawn of the Devil Part 11
“I know it is a lot to ask. You don’t know me, but I am going to need help if I am going to escape him.” It took Sarah quite a large amount of courage to ask for help. Reality was, she needed it. There was no way she could accomplish what she needed alone. Hell, there was still a good chance she would die anyway, but who would really want to live with what she had been through?
“Dear, we may not know you, but our hearts break for what you have been through. We don’t know the whole story, but seeing you as you are, that is enough to know you have to do what is best.” Mary looked over at her husband. A simple nod from him was all she needed. “We will help you however we can. You deserve vengeance.”
Mary stood and walked over to Sarah. She reached out her arms and waited. It took a little bit, but Sarah finally stood and embraced the kind woman. How could she ever hurt such wonderful people? A tear ran down Sarah’s face. She took one hand off of Mary and touched it, confused. This clearly wasn’t part of Xaphan’s plan to be able to cry and feel compassion. All she felt up until now was rage and violence. All she wanted to do was kill. A smile crept across her face. She would kill alright. Sarah would kill him. There had to be a way.
“Thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you are willing to help. I’m not sure how I can kill him, but it will be either him or me.” Sarah removed herself from the hug. They all sat down again, ready to make a plan.
“One second.” Mary went to the other room. When she came back, a laptop was tucked under her arm. “Here. Let’s look some stuff up. You said his name was Xaphan?”
“That’s what he said.” Sarah took the offered computer and opened it. Mary helped her log in and get on the internet. It was surprising how much Sarah had forgotten about day to day life during her torture. So, Mary sat next to her, and Michael took notes on what they found. They searched under his name and came up with a ton of information. Nothing in there told her how he could die, however.
“Can he even die?” Sarah leaned back in her chair with a huff. She unrolled her sleeve to show the claw. Typing was a very difficult task with one hand. More tears streamed down her face. This time, it wasn’t for good reasons. Where the claw attached to her real arm ached badly. She rubbed the area with her good hand.
Mary saw this and went to the bathroom. She showed back up with ointments and gauze. “Let me see it.” She sat back down next to Sarah. Gently, Mary pulled her claw over and sat it on the table before them. Mary applied the ointment with even more care and snuggly wrapped it with the gauze. It instantly felt better. “It has a fever, dear. We need to keep an eye on it.”
“Who knows, maybe after this goes down, I will be dead. Then I won’t have to worry about it.” Sarah was only half joking. It got her a light slap to the back of the head.
“Don’t talk like that. Please. We would be happy to have you in our lives forever. I know that might be overwhelming to you or even hard to believe, considering we just met, but we are good at reading people. Call it a gift. Call it a curse. We feel in our bones that you are a good and wonderful person even if the rest of the world doesn’t want to believe it. Even if you refuse to believe it.” Mary patted Sarah’s leg. “Now let’s plan this, shall we?”
Sarah finally smiled a true smile. “Yes. Let’s do this. First, we are going to be at that movie.”
