'Tsk", he heard a sneer.
Wesley froze and he felt chills run up his spine. He turned slowly and looked up at the window.
There was a burly man with an unkempt beard looking straight at him. He had spiky hair and was wearing an unknown red metallic armor.
'Oh shit', Wesley whispered.
'Shit indeed you are in my dear boy" the man said.
'I can explain', the boy said.
'You don't need to Wesley', the man answered.
'So this how you have survived up to now, I pegged you to have died the previous week', the man continued to speak as if talking to himself.
Wesley's heart was beating so fast he thought he heard the blood rushing in his veins. This was the worst possible thing that he didn't want to happen.
Grog, the burly man to find his hiding hole. This meant his death was nearing. Grog was the man his so called Uncle hired to take care of him. Of course to Grog and his Uncle, it meant making him suffer to his death.
He always wondered why his Uncle wanted him dead.
'How is it possible this pipsqueak is not dead yet' wondered Grog.
He had followed and camped at Wesley's house for an entire day until he found where the boy kept his water. He had added a slow acting poison that would not change the taste of the water and kill anyone who was not in the first warrior level in a week.
But it had been a week and this boy who was as a thin as a bamboo was still alive.
While pondering the issue, he kept on looking at the water and boy with a skeptical look in his eyes.
In those mere seconds that seemed like hours to Wesley. He noticed the look Grog was giving him while looking at the water and couple on the words he just heard, he realized there was a problem.
He wasn't stupid, no demon would ever check on you for goodness.
'There is a problem with this water'' he realized.
The coldness that only his body felt went up to his soul. His body started shivering as if he was in an ice cavern.
'Cough, cough', he started to cough like there was no tomorrow. He even spat out flecks of blood.
'Hmm', Grog said
'Haha haha', Grog started laughing after seeing the flecks of blood.
'He is dead already'. Grog thought.
'Now boy seeing that your condition is like this, follow your Uncle's plan and start working in the mines ' Grog said
"No" Wesley shouted out before he time to think.
The air froze as Grog's smile disappeared slowly.