A Fellow Is A Felon

If you feel like running... do not involve anyone else. – miss_polarity

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A knock resounded throughout the car.

Séance avoided eye contact with Ella. Then, he said throatily, "Get your acts together, Miss Chance. If you are afraid, then be even more determined to face it."

He looked through the passenger window—where Ella turned her back—to Melissa Chance.

"But if you feel like running... do not involve anyone else," he continued looking dead straight to her eyes.

Ella looked away; her shoulders slumped.

"I will not tell anyone that you can talk. Just remember: silence will solve nothing." Séance mumbled in finality.

To Melissa, it looked like Séance was giving her daughter some extra medical advice about her condition. And so, she did not mind waiting outside.

Séance came out of his seat and lugged her wheelchair out of the car. Malykith came about to the side of Melissa just at the right time to assist the young doctor put Ella onto the chair.

Malykith—although after their conversation at the hospital—swiftly swatted Séance after he had laid her young lady. Not only is she displeased with hands touching her young miss, but also with the fact that Séance snatched her duty to Ella.

She gave him a forced smile of appreciation and pouted when she turned to face Ella, who at that moment have been staring at her. Malykith had trouble maintaining eye contact with her. She eventually bowed down and focused her attention on the patterns of the woven fabric she emplaced on the legs of Ella.

"We are very sorry for the sudden notice, Doctor." Anthony pronounces after arriving beside his wife.

"We will talk with St. Luxe Hospital Director and request to give you additional rest for the day. That way, we will owe you nothing."

Séance smiled, grateful for his concern, but he shook his head.

"Thank you for your concern but, I am fine, Sir. Besides, I have patients in need of checkups."

After the exchange, Séance bid goodbye to the household of the Chances and ought to get cracking on his drive back to the hospital.

Meanwhile, Ella was to be directed to the family car when she stopped her wheelchair halfway. She looked up to Malykith knowingly, and, in an instant, Malykith knew what she had to do.

Malykith walked to Melissa and Anthony to get their permission. Her parents looked her way looking like they just realized her recovery is a matter of concernment.

And so, they gave their consent. Malykith has gone to Felicity and then told her of the unspoken request. Consequently, Felicity veered away from the drive to chauffeur Ella across the lawn towards her sanctum sanctorum.

The Chances embarked their cars and set to their mansion. Felicity and Ella, on the other hand, began their course to the place where Ella spends half of her time, if not all. It was, in fact, not something the Chances found very likely for Ella to indulge herself.

Backtracking through the well-tended, daunting forest—woodlands, without doubt, surrounding the mansion and gardens, Felicity concentrated on looking for a particular tree. Four trees, actually, worthy of being a hideaway.

Not until a quarter past seven when Felicity pulled up exhausted in the mid of the four growing maple trees.

She left Ella and tottered in the direction of a particular tree and clandestinely pressured for a delicate, olden brooch somewhere at the far right of the circumference of the trunk. At that juncture, the ground below Ella opened up and gave way for a soiled round metallic plate.

Felicity has then trodden the path to Ella. “Are you sure with this, milady?” She asked.

Ella gently nodded in response, also clued up to her exhaustion.

The elder stepped onto the platform and kneeled. She wiped the soil out of the way of the buttons and tapped 0-8-2-4. The machine grumbled to life, and they descended.

The moment the platform stopped from moving, Felicity had to grope around in the dark for the rheostat.

She fumbled in the dark for a minute. Then without warning, the room space became illumed of luminescent orbs.

Ella decidedly propelled the wheelchair on her own, but the elder swiftly assisted her despite the enfeeblement she was having that very moment.

“This space is ever much confined, milady. We might have to get ourselves out of here before noon—before we even kiln ourselves for staying here too long.”

The way Felicity maneuvered the little vehicle she is on was unlike the way she had earlier. Nor her manner and tone of speech were—puffed and muffled was it now under her breath.

Untimely collapsing is not something Ella wants as of the moment and, it is becoming more evident by the way Felicity acts. The exercise might have been too much for her physique.

“Please sit,” she said out of concern for another mother to Ella.

Although, instead of abiding with the request, her eyes widened. Her grip on the wheelchair consolidated while her eyes set into space.

Consumed of disbelief, she asked Ella if she did speak and asked her to sit. But Ella, the same way she always acted in front of their parents, did not bestow any attention to Felicity. When the elder loosened her grip on the chair, Ella freed and drove herself in the direction of the cool box.

She fished out a bottle of water and made it look like she had wanted to drink. Contrariwise, Felicity unflappably sat and commanded herself to believe that it was not a work of mind—Ella indeed spoke to her.

While Felicity lay stiffly on the olden patterned sofa, Ella dug out another bottle of drinking water to give to the one who needed it in the first place.

On the way back to the den where Felicity settles, Ella heard her mumbling something like: Need to kill her. I need to kill her.

Her voice was quivering. And in all probability, she looks like she is not in her right mind.

Ella deliberately returned to her side. She numbly asked Felicity, “Who do you need to kill, Felicity?”

Felicity turned to face the young lady. She smiled at her and said, “You.”

They locked eyes.

Not one said a single word.

The space became much stuffy than earlier.

The smile pasted on Felicity’s face slid.

“You need to be watchful to whom you trust.”

“The sly is hard to dupe; killers are hard to slaughter.”

“That is, of course, only if you do not want to be a felon.”

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