His Only Control, Her Protector

Two men walked in the darkness...... Another came to meet them "Did you dispose of it properly?", The third person asked. "Very well Sir", One of the men replied, "It would never be found". A Smile appeared on his face, He has finally carried out his long awaited Revenge. "Let no one know of this," He charged. "On our lives Sir" Both Men responded. The third Man walked to his car and brought out a bag and tossed it to them The two men's face lit up in delight on seeing the content "We are very grateful Sir and we promise this would follow us to our graves" One assured him. "Exactly" The third Man replied, "It would follow you to your graves" Four gunshots fired and the Night fell silent again The bag was tossed back to the Car and the Third Man drove off. That same Day........... In Zephea It was raining that night, everyone was asleep due to the long day they all had at the pleasure park, courtesy of a kindhearted wealthy man in the city of Zephea. Sister Anne the proprietor in charge St Theresa Orphanage stayed at the Chapel saying the Rosary over and over again but was soon interrupted by frantic knocks. "Who is there" Her ginger voice came sharply, "Bless you Mother" A voice from outside answered followed by a baby's cry, “We have another one" Sister Anne sighed. This is the Tenth one this week, Giving birth when they cannot cater for them and dumping them like refuse on their gate. Sister Margret would always go to scoop them and bring them to her as if to seek permission but Sister Anne was well aware even if she refused, Sister Margret would always have them stay in the Orphanage. Margret was from a very wealthy home, Her father was the Mayor of Zephea and The Mayorship in Zephea was hereditary rather than by votes. Sister Anne always wonders why she chooses to give up her life to stay at that unworthy place. The door was opened to reveal Margaret's Slender figure adorned with a night gown and a child with the same red hair as she does lay on her arms trying to touch her face as Margret cooed. "Isn't She beautiful", Margret squeaked, Sister Anne would have sworn the Child was Margaret's, the baby bore a very similar look with her. "Yes, She is beautiful" Anne replied with lack of interest, "Take her to Cherry, let her bath and make milk for her" "I fed her myself" Margret said delightedly, "Look I wore her the cap you made last week" Sister Anne did notice and was infuriated but dared not show "I told you it was for my Sister's child" Anne gritted with a smile, "It looks really good on her" The unapologetic happy Margret continued, "God be praised I saw her on time, She is an Angel" "A bastard instead" Sister Anne thought, "I came to ask if we could keep her", Margret's puppy eyes met hers, "of course, of course", Sister Anne replied trying to sound delighted with a forced smile which Margret would not notice. "God bless you Mother, I would name her Emmanuelle, God is with Us", Margret said with a happy smile and bounced off, The child in her arms. Sister Anne scoffed Spoilt brat. She unlike Margret was from a very low class home and barely fed, Running to the Covent toughed and changed her life too. She grew up from the sweet innocent girl She was to a cold Doctor and A Nun, the latter which was never a part of her plan but she had no other choice as it was the price for her to got to school and help her family. She had met a lot of cruel individuals and felt She is slowly becoming one of them, so she chooses to stay away from the care if the kids in the Orphanage except in medical check up, treatments and Admonitions. Cherry, Berry and Drupe was the funny, lively triplets that have devoted their lives to make sure the children are well, always taking night turns each so the other two can go be with their respective families. Sister June and Sister Celine were Nurses there and helped too They had a lot of Volunteers Sister Anne made the Chapel her home. Same Day............ Marlore She sat down on a mat in the dimly lit room. "Still praying?", A male voice asked, "I seek answers" She replied with a teary voice, "The gods have dealt me a huge blow", "Don't say that Zena", The Man said softly and pulled her into a hug, "All will be well" "This is the third time it is happening, He might die" Zena wept, "The gods forbid my love", He replied, "Nothing would happen to our Son" "I pray so, I pray so", Zena replied as her cry filled the room. Back in Zephea Margret brought the child to her room still held on to her, She was grateful to God that She could at least see what Her child would look like. Spasm of Cough suddenly took over her and she quickly kept the baby on her bed and coughed into a piece of cloth, The result was the same, as b****y as usual. The doctors had said she would not live to see the Spring, The baby on her bed reaching out as if to console her was enough reason for God to give her a little more time. "Please Lord," She prayed, "Let me take care of her a little more". The baby which was bigger than all the children that had been dumped on their gate this past two years crawled to her and touched her face, as if to wipe her tears. Margret hugged her tightly and wept.