Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 782: Rudy And The Blind Mother

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"Oh Rudy, dear, can you wash the dishes for me?" The frail voice of a middle-aged woman echoed throughout the corners of the older wooden house.

The footsteps of someone who should be resting were heard as a young girl walked down the wooden stairs, sliding her left hand roughly on the wooden railing to support herself.

Since the room was dark, her face couldn’t quite be seen but she appeared to be quite bold with her steps, uncaring for the loud creaks of the old wooden floor.

She turned as soon as she took the last step away from the stairs and headed to the kitchen where the window was open for better lighting.

"Ma, did we run out of electricity again?" The girl asked with a thick accent. Her voice was sharp and low, the type of voice used to talk down to others.

Another sound echoed in the lower compartment of the house at this time, specifically in the living room.

This place had better lighting than the stairs case area since there were three open windows here.

A middle-aged, black-haired, and caucasian looking woman was sitting on a rocking chair.

Her chair was positioned in front of one of the open windows, allowing the breeze from outside to hit her face first before ventilating the rest of the home.

If someone were to look at her face at this moment,.they would see that her eyes were grey and dull. Even when the sounds of steam and vehicles passed in front of her house, she didn’t flinch.

She couldn’t see anything, she was blind.

"We ran out of electricity this morning, didn’t you know?

Speaking of which, where were you this morning young lady?"

The middle-aged woman asked as she shifted in her rocking chair.

The sound of ceramic plates and glass being put together reached her ears letting her know that her daughter had begun washing the plates.

Coming to the sink and putting down all the dirty plates from this morning’s breakfast, Rudy glanced at the scenery outside the window.

The window was directly in front of the sink, giving her a well-placed view of what was happening out there.

"Nothing Ma, just had to take a walk..." Rudy said while taking a plate and putting it in a steel basin filled with water.

When her hand came in contact with the soapy water, she flinched.

Her eyes, which had glimmered with a strange colour then, flickered to her fists.

Red bruises coloured her knuckles with shallow cuts and clear scratches. From the looks of things, this was a recent injury.

Probably from this morning.

The only way to get this type of knuckle injury for a girl her age was if she was punching something really hard.

"Are you sure, dear? Hope you aren’t lying and making trouble round the block?" The blind mother asked.

Rudy rolled her eyes and squeezed her fist, "No, just had to make sure some of my businesses were moving proper yeah..."

"Businesses?" The blind mother narrowed her eyes, "Rudy are you messing around with them Tardy Boyz again?"

Choosing to ignore the stinging pain with a straight face, Rudy picked up the plates and started washing them.

"No, Ma," She replied absent-mindedly. She was used to this lie and everyone knew it was a lie.

As Rudy stared through the open window, her eyes were once again exposed to the light of the early afternoon sun.

Suddenly, there was a faint flicker of purple and gold flashing through her eyes.

Her eyes, they were strange...different.

Predatory and sharp, carrying a certain weight to them.

Oblivious of this, Rudy observed the scenery beyond her windowpane. The apartment they were living in was on a slightly elevated landscape.

Even though they were currently on the bottom floor of their house, she could see to the left beyond the corner of their neighbour’s house most of the street.

But that was it.

The city was too congested. Getting a good view of the entire street from a kitchen was a miracle in this city, a miracle that Rudy had almost killed for.

It was the very reason why she tolerated the washing of plates even though she didn’t like it.

It allowed her to see her territory.

The only other place that allowed this god’s-eye-view was upstairs, but that was her mother’s room.

"No? Rudy?!" The blind mother exclaimed, "Those Tardy Boyz are thugs, the lot of them.

Why’d you have to mix up with their kind?"

"Ma, I said I wasn’t with them, you don’t have to worry," Rudy rolled her eyes and said.

"And I hear that they always engage in shady businesses. Rudy, what business do you have with them?

They’re dangerous..." The blind mother started to rant on and on.

Rudy continued watching the street through the window, ignoring her mother until she was done with the dishes.

Just like that.

She just enjoyed watching over her street, she didn’t know why. It felt like a deep innate drive to just watch over the place she called her home.

She had always been developing strange habits since she was young, this one was just one of many that set her apart.

"Ma, I’ll be off soon," Rudy said as she walked out of the kitchen after cleaning her hands with a towel.

"Where are you going, Rudy?" The blind mother asked, seemingly panicked.

Rudy paused her steps before she climbed the staircase. Her brows twitched.

Her eyes, which had grown accustomed to not showing any emotions or signs of weakness, faltered.

How can she not hear the fear in her mother’s voice? The blind woman didn’t want to be alone in the house.

Rudy tried to suppress the guilt. After all, she was the reason her mother was blind in the first place.

Rudy thought for a moment, still unwilling to compromise on her plans for today, and shook her head.

"I haven’t decided yet, but if you call me and I don’t answer, I’m probably not around.

Pa and brother will be back soon, innit, so they’ll take care of other chores, trust that."

After saying that, Rudy waited.

The blind mother, filled with worry and fear, sighed. It was hopeless, she had never been able to keep this daughter of hers down.

She was always so...

What was the word?

Spontaneous.

Ready for action.

Quick to extreme aggression.

And soft sometimes.

"Just make sure you’re back before your brother eats your dinner. And make sure to be safe," The blind mother said.

"I will," Rudy looked around, "Want me to play some music for you before I go?

Maybe radio or sumthin’,"

"Yes, I would like that very much, thank you Rudy," The blind mother said and relaxed once again in front of her window, listening to the sound of vehicles rushing past on the overhead highway on the side of their house.

After making sure that music was playing from the electric radio box, Rudy went upstairs to her room.

Two hours later, she came back down and held in her hand a black handgun.

Checking from the stairs to see that her mother was now sleeping soundly on the chair, Rudy slid the gun into the back of her trousers and went out of the house through the front door.

All without making a single sound.