Brendan suddenly raised his eyebrows in delight, ‘I have an idea…I could tell you where her domain is and you could go kill her instead!’‘It’s too late for that. The forest is no more.’‘The protests didn’t work?’‘Of course they didn’t. It’s impossible to change the mayor’s mind.’ The two became silent. ‘I guess there’s nothing left to talk about,’ Jack said.Brendan nodded and the phantom disappeared.Brendan was now pacing up and down the living room. Two things were on his mind now; where the Finch could have moved her domain and the words Marauder had last said to him: “Peace is the best weapon for war.” Did Marauder mean that Brendan should have the Finch sit down with him and talk like two civilized beings? He dismissed this thought without the slightest meditation on it. As he paced up and down the room, he heard a k

Samantha had fallen asleep. She was breathing softly, her face turned to the opposite wall.He also took his mother’s wedding ring from the pocket of his school trousers for good luck then, careful not to wake Samantha up, he sneaked out by tiptoe.As soon as he reached downstairs, he headed for the kitchen. ‘I have to leave for a while Miriam,’ he told her while opening the door of the refrigerator. He took out a big red apple and a banana.‘What about breakfast, sir?’ she asked him, her expression and tone both worried.‘I have a guest…serve her…she’s still asleep in my room,’ he instructed her as he wolfed down the banana at the same time, ‘her name is Samantha.’ He was now working on the apple now. ‘Tell her I had to run a quick errand.’ The apple was now half eaten.She nodded obediently.He finished the rest of the apple and he threw the pulp in a dustbin i

‘I thought you would be a better challenge but you were hardly even a challenge at all,’ the B.T mocked him as it stood staring at his lifeless body thirty feet away from where it stood. ‘Come to think of it, I thought I wouldn’t stand a chance with a Versatile…that this Grenobe stuff was just another one of the Finch’s methods of chicanery. But now I look at where I stand and where you’re sitting right now and I now know that Destroyers were meant to be at the top of the food chain. The poor Finch was too stupid to see what horrible fate she was creating for the Versatiles when she gave me and Black Ice the potion. This day shall be written in history as the day the Versatiles fell!’The B.T walked over to Brendan. ‘It’s a pity what big a loss you are. But just before I kill you, I need to know who you are.’ It reached for his mask to take it off…Brendan’s eyes suddenly opened wide. It was as

He returned to the living room and threw himself on the couch. ‘Miriam!’She did not take too long to respond. She had obviously been taking a nap. ‘Is it midday already, sir?’ she asked in surprise as she quickly descended the stairs.‘No,’ he picked up the remote control and switched on the TV, ‘Get me something sweet to drink,’ he said.‘Coffee, sir?’‘No, orange juice maybe.’She went straight into the kitchen and soon enough, she came in with a tray with a glass of orange juice in her hands. He made himself comfortable on the couch as he flipped through the channels. Miriam placed the tray on the coffee table in front of him.‘Is that all, sir?’ she asked him in a calm voice.‘Yes, that’s all, Miriam you can go now.’‘I shall return at twelve to make you lunch, then?’ She curtsied and headed up the stairs.He took two g

Brendan wanted to turn on the TV and watch the news but he knew they were now talking about the death of the Bradwield Terror who had turned out to be the Flicker and Black Ice. He wondered how Samantha and Thomas’ parents would take it. But one thing kept him from turning on the news; the Finch’s ongoing holocaust. He also remembered one more thing which made him nervous; the Feline Race the Finch had talked about. How strong were they? What did they look like? Who else knew them but most importantly; where were they? He tried sleeping on the couch. Maybe if he had his vision it would explain to him the blatant questions racing through his head. Eventually, he did manage to fall asleep but he did not have his vision. He was woken up by Miriam two hours after midday to have his lunch. It was a pumpkin pie, a saucer of waffles and a glass of milk. As he wolfed these down, his eyes stared blankly into the screen of the switched off TV. He did not stop to even savor t