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(Beginning of the 4th part) When Myra opened the door, Damian stood in front of the door.


"Day!" he greeted her. "Do you have a few minutes for me now?"


"Yeah, sure, come on in. What's up?"


"Oh, well, yes. I ... I just want to ask if you have plans for tonight and if not if you would like to do something with me."


While Damien was talking to her, Myra looked at him thoughtfully: 'Strangely normal, he's not that shy, especially not towards women.'

"Actually, I have nothing yet, I just ask my father quickly if he can do without me, I'll be right there. What are we going to do anyway?"


"I thought we might go to the cinema and then to a bar afterwards."


"Good. Sounds great."


Myra disappeared behind the door marked "Labor". Damian hears Myra and her father exchange a few words when Myra reappeared.


She just said: "All right!" and threw on her jacket. "Let's get out of here." And she shouted to her father, "Bye, Dad!" before she went through the front door.




Kilian listened to the previous conversation downstairs, a little confused. 'Where is that damn brat wanting to go? What is a cinema anyway? Something to eat?? I'll ask the old man afterwards, he's more to my liking than this rebellious thing. (by which he meant Myra) Besides, she has to stay here and look after me. What a bloody insolence. 'Kilian was faced with one of his famous outbursts of anger, which the people here cannot know about when Myra's father, Zandir, walked in the door.

"Hey, dude! Where is your daughter going?"


* cough * "My name is Zandir. And Myra wants to go to the cinema with Damian, although it is actually none of your business."


"Damn it! When I ask a question you have to answer and not judge me! This time I want to be gracious, and that is a great honor for you, dude. If you were someone else, you would be dead long ago."


An ironic spark flashed in Zandir's eyes. Kilian, who could not interpret this correctly, was a bit confused, that of an old, weak man, he would not have expected any resistance. 'These people are strange beings, even if they are so weak, they don't give up and mess with me themselves. They must all be crazy here. But what do I worry about such an unimportant race, humans ... pft! '


Zandir, who knew nothing of his foster care's thoughts, prepared another injection. When Kilian got wind of it, he was startled: 'Not that damn thing again, these "syringes" are worse than the worst torture.Apparently they are very advanced in this area. Those thoughts about her again. '


"Hey, dude, I don't want to get piked by this thing again."


Zandir looked intently at the syringe as he sucked up the liquid in the bottle and then squirted something into the air to get the air out of the syringe. "I'm sorry, but that has to be, provided you want to be back on your feet as soon as possible." Kilian followed the events uncomfortably with his eyes and unconsciously shifted nervously in bed.


"Hey, don't panic, it's just a syringe." said Zandir, who noticed very well that Kilian was getting restless.


Kilian's face went dark with anger and shouted loudly: "I'm not afraid, but not of you and especially not of this thing! Well, do it before I change my mind and pulverize you!"


Zandir was a little shocked by Kilian's anger, but inside was amused that an apparently strong man is afraid of an injection.Even Kilian's words left no doubt in Zandir that Kilian was afraid of injections. In the afternoon he didn't say anything about it, but he was still too weak.


'It's amazing how quickly he recovered. With a person it would take weeks before he would feel so well again and Kilian put it all away with such ease as if it were just a gimmick. '


Kilian pulled himself together when Zandir gave him the injection, which demanded a lot from him, because he panicked but didn't want to show. After Kilian had himself under control again so that he could talk, his previous question about the cinema came back to him and he decided to ask the man again what he normally wouldn't do, but now he really wanted to know. 'Maybe I should address him by name after all, he seems to be a wise man, maybe he'll be more approachable and I can use him for myself.'

"Hey you ... Zandir, what is the cinema now, what to eat?"


Zandir's eyebrows twitched up in surprise, because he hadn't expected this peaceful tone from Kilian and certainly not that he addressed him by his name.


"Don't you have any cinemas?"


"Stupid question! Of course not, otherwise I would hardly ask." And all of Kilian's good intentions were forgotten again. Zandir had also noticed Kilian's renewed change of mood. 'We have to be careful with this man, since his moods change so quickly and he seems to be very strong, it is quite possible that he will harm us.'


"Hmmm ... a movie theater is a place where people go to have fun. They watch one of the latest movies there."


"Films ??" It came from Kilian's lips, curious and astonished.


"A fictional story is filmed so that other people can watch it for fun."

"Something so useless, what good is it for if it's not right anyway!"


"As I said, they watch it in their spare time to chat."


"Free time? We didn't have that, it's just as useless as these films and that other stuff."


Now it was Zandir's turn to be amazed. 'What kind of poor people are they, if they don't know any pleasures where he comes from?'


"What did you do that for fun?"


"For fun? What is fun?"


"I mean for pleasure?"


“What's that got to do with you ?!” Kilian exclaimed that these questions cost him his last nerve, of which he probably didn't have many, where else did these constant outbursts of anger come from?


"Please, I would like to know."


"So what?" 'What does this old man care what we're doing? These people and their follies, but it doesn't cost me anything to tell him. '


"We fought with each other."


"Oh, so you do martial arts too?"

'What's the matter with that old geezer? Can't or won't understand me. Pft, martial arts! Martial arts are for small children. But anyway, he should go on living in that belief. Or does he think I'm a child, but that would be a big insult. No, the man is just too stupid to know what he's saying. '


So, Kilian nodded hesitantly at the new question from Zandir.


"Well, I'll go back to work then, I can't do much today because I'll go to bed early ..."


Here Zandir fell silent, as he was facing a completely exasperated Kilian.


"I'd rather go then. Good night, Kilian."


He shouldn't have said that, because Kilian was now at the end of his nerves.


"Get out of here! And don't you dare to address me by my name!" A few curses followed. "After all, I'm a prince and I would be king now if it hadn't been for that damned asshole of Freezer."Seeing Zandir's interest on his face, he suddenly fell silent. He only threw a deadly look in his direction, then a nasty grin appeared on Kilian's face. Zandir looked at Kilian with an uncomfortable look." He looks like a lion who pounces on a victim in order to play with him and then to eat it. '


Kilian slowly raised his hand and fired a tiny beam of energy that pulverized the vase and its stand. Zandir turned pale with shock when he saw this.


"Are you still at ease! You could have met me." A look at Kilian's face made him fear for his life, which it showed that Kilian would have liked to do it, but that he would have played a little with him beforehand. The door slammed shut behind Zandir. For a long time he heard Kilian's scornful laughter from his room.




After a really enjoyable evening, Myra came home early because she would be working in the practice again the next day and also had to look after Kilian, which would certainly not be a piece of cake.'It will be more like biting a bullet.'


Damian set her down at the top of the hill. Because Myra preferred to go upstairs, because she didn't want to wake her father and certainly not her new "guest".


"We'll have to repeat that on occasion, Myra."


"Sure we'll do it. See you tomorrow during training."


She gave Damian a short wave and set off. She was used to finding her way even in the dark, which would have been difficult for others. Once at the top, she couldn't find the right key for the front door straight away. She mumbled a bit angrily until she found it and put it in the lock. She didn't turn on the light because she knew her way around the house well. As she had just hung up her coat and was about to turn around, she bumped into someone violently. It was a tall, strong figure. She opened her mouth to scream, but suddenly her eyes went black.



In the meantime with Kilian and Zandir in the house. Zandir had thrown himself into the work with ardor to make him forget the presence of Kilian and Kilian did a few yoga exercises to get rid of his anger.


Zandir went to bed around 10:00 pm, which Kilian did not go unnoticed. However, he did not let himself be disturbed and continued to meditate, since he had just started to do so. It was dark in Kilian's room because he didn't need any light. Just before midnight he heard a noise. 'What is it, the old man is in bed, can't