Free Web NovelChapter 3: A Lady (2)
The lady was almost the same in height as him, maybe a couple of inches shorter. She was dressed in a black coloured t-shirt, a pair of tight jeans and a sturdy boot. She had brown hair and slightly greenish eyes. She was beautiful and alluring. And Ronan would have appreciated her beauty in usual times. But for now, none of it had Ronan’s attention.
What had Ronan’s attention was the gun she was pointing in his direction. An assault rifle, pitch black in colour and she was holding it with one hand. In her second hand, she was holding some kind of lamp which was emitting whitish-yellowish light.
Apart from it, what Ronan noticed was a bandage wrapped on her right arm and another on her left leg near her thigh above her jeans. A smaller bandage was stuck on the right side of her forehead. Ronan could also spot a few more bruises on the visible part of her skin on her arms.
"I asked, who are you?" The lady questioned once again, her voice turning shriller and angrier. "What are you doing here?"
Ronan fiddled with the cube. His first instinct was to not let the presence of the cube be known to anyone. He thought and to this much relief the cube vanished from his hands.
The first time, he had not felt it but this time, he felt the presence of the cube inside his body. It was a mere wish away for it to reappear in his hands.
"I am Ronan," he responded with a slight stammer.
He also simultaneously raised both his hands indicating that he did not possess any danger to her.
"What are you doing here?" She retorted, her posture turning aggressive.
It was obvious that the lack of answers from his side was making her impatient.
"I..." he stammered. "I lost my way. I do not know where I am. I was supposed to be somewhere else."
The lady narrowed her eyes and stared at him for a couple of moments before her eyes roamed around the entire hall.
"What is it?" She questioned pointing towards the bowl of fried chicken and the bottle of water.
"Water?" She mumbled, her tone questioning.
"Yes," Ronan nodded.
"And this?" She asked, pointing towards the bowl.
"Fried chicken rice," he answered, uncertainty mixed in his voice.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Food," he responded, still unsure.
"That I can also tell," she almost snapped in an irritated tone. "What kind of food is it?"
He remained quiet. He was not sure if any of his explanations was going to satisfy her. And he did not want her to get more angry than she already was.
He was confused. The appearance of this lady. The gun in her hands.
The injuries on her body were making things more complicated. He did not know what was happening? What place was this? And in such a scenario, he wanted to speak as little as possible. As long as he did not have enough information, this was the safest option.
"You are not carrying any weapons," she remarked, shifting from the topic.
"No," Ronan responded. "As I said, I lost my way. My friends were the ones who were carrying the weapons. I am not really a great fighter."
He said that because he wanted to reveal that he was not alone and there might be people coming for him. He did not want to project himself as weak and helpless in front of her.
"Not a fighter?" She repeated, sounding slightly surprised. "Where were you going?"
Ronan did not speak. He did not have a convincing answer.
Thankfully, the lady did not press much on this question. Maybe she realised it was a secret or whatever. She lowered her gun and reached towards the fried chicken rice and the bottle of water.
She was staring at them with an incredulous expression. As if she was craving it. Especially the water. And given her condition, Ronan wondered if she was thirsty.
"You want it?" Ronan questioned.
The lady turned towards him with a conflicted expression. It was too obvious that she was torn between her thirst and her pride. Ultimately, she nodded her head. freewebnøvel.coɱ
"I am thirsty," she mumbled. "But you drink it first."
"What if you have mixed something in it?" She said with an irritated face.
"Of course," he nodded his head.
It was good going. The gun had been lowered and her anger had also reduced. The water and the fried chicken rice was surely safe unless and until the travel might have done something to it.
Whatever, since he himself was fine, he was hopeful that the food and the water were also absolutely fine.
He opened the cap of the bottle and poured two gulps of water in his mouth. The lady looked at him for a moment then almost snatched the bottle from his hands. She turned the bottle in her mouth and drank more than half of it in a single breath. But as she drank gulp after gulp of water, her eyes widened in surprise and pure shock. Ronan was wondering why she was acting like this?
"What is this?" She questioned in shock.
"Water," Ronan responded with a confused face. "Why are you reacting like this?"
"Why am I reacting like this?" She repeated with an even more incredulous look on her face. "This water is so pure... so clean. There is not an iota of that horrible rancid and sour taste in this water."
"Where did you even get this?" She questioned.
"This is normal water from where I come," he responded.
"Normal water?" She stared at him in disbelief.
"Do not say that you are from The Sanctuary?" She asked, her voice laced with shock.
Ronan did not respond. He felt this might be a good cover for him. He did not know anything about The Sanctuary she was mentioning but it did sound like an awesome place.
"You want something to eat?" Ronan said, gesturing towards the food.
The lady was again confused and seeing this an amused smile appeared on her face.
"I will eat it too if you are doubting me," he said.
"Ok!" She nodded slowly.
Ronan picked up the bowl and fed himself a couple of morsels and handed the bowl to her. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
She had the exact same reaction she had when she had drank the water. Her eyes were wide in shock and surprise. This was unlike anything she had ever eaten.
"This is so tasty," she remarked.
Ronan simply nodded and let her enjoy her food.
"Do you mind if I open the window?" He asked.
"Why?" She questioned.
"Do you not think it is too dark," he commented.
"Ok!" She responded. "The abominations would have reduced anyways."
Ronan had no idea what she was talking about. Abominations? What are they? But he kept his calm and approached the window.
But as he was walking towards the window, his heart was pounding
against his chest. There were things he was not trying to think about. But the appearance of this warrior lady and the mention of abominations had increased his fright about the things he was not trying to think about.
With the pounding heart, he unlocked the two remaining latches on the window and pulled its two panes apart. And what he saw shocked him to the core. All his fright that he had been avoiding till now was right in front of his eyes.
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