Captain found his way out of the woods at last. It had rained the entire night and he was beaten by it. And now he was cold. Shivering, couldn't even walk propely. He knew he was going to fall ill, but he needed to get home first.His head felt heavy on his shoulders but he still managed to support it with his body because he wouldn't get any help if he didn't strengthen and help himself. So he had to be strong if he wanted to get home to his Nana.Captain felt like shit, looked like shit. But he was glad he was alive. That creature didn't succeed in killing him. He wondered what would have become of his Nana if he had truly been killed. Her high blood pressure would have gotten the best of her. But the universe wanted him alive for her.Thankfully his bicycle was still where he had left it, before he lost his way into the woods. Except it was pushed to the ground from the heavy downpour yesterday and it was stained with mud and dirt.He puffed out a low breath and picked it up, thinki

Styles was put on a wheelchair by the doctors and the nurses because he wanted to get out of bed. He hated the idea of staying on his hospital bed like a sick person even though he was gravely injured by his doppleganger. He was used to working and not laying in bed."What should we do now?" Styles asked Bradley, right after the doctors and nurses had left. Whilst Bradley just stared thoughtfully into the air for sometime before returning his gaze to Styles."Get one of those your weapons to use in detecting who's the alien between November and Macey," Bradley said as he munched on his burger. It was the only thing he could come up with. After Styles had told him it was Macey and November who he visited before he was attacked that night, Bradley was beginning to think one of the things had something to do with it, although he suspected Macey the most. Because he came to figure out later that she was obsessed with aliens before the whole alien invasion thing. So he had thought she worke

"Let me out of here!" The Many-faced alien shifted into Sebastian and made use of his voice, wanting to fool November."I cannot believe there was never a Sebastian in the first place," Macey said with a huge frown on her face as she rubbed the side of her arm.Whilst November was just silent, not uttering a word because he didn't feel the need to. "This motherfucker has made us seen all hell and back," this was from Captain who pressed the red button once more and the Many-faced alien screamed, from getting tortured by the heat. He shifted into Captain's grandmother and slammed his fists on the glass walls, crying out loud. "Don't look at it, you'll be tempted to free it," Styles said from where he was in his wheelchair. They had managed to catch this alien after going through a whole lot.November curled his fingers into tight hard fists, refraining from punching into a nearby wall because he was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Sebastian never existed. It was t

November wondered if his supersuit had been destroyed by his fake, until he found it at the exact spot he had left it seven days ago. He was relieved upon finding it and seeing that it was still intact, still new like the first time Styles gave it to him. He pulled it out immediately.And hurriedly wore it on and then went out to meet with Captain and Ivar who were already waiting for him.Upon seeing him like that, the others felt he was giving them the Mysterious N aura once more. Something which had been absent for days."Do you think it's necessary for me to come, I mean I'm not powerful like you two?" Captain raised his hands as he looked from November to Ivar and Ivar to November. He just didn't think he was capable of going to fight and rescues Chase. The way he had been chased by the many-faced alien was still haunting his mind and he didn't know what was in front."You'd be able to read minds and alert us what is about to happen. Shift souls if necessary," November provided,

Prosecutor Adams found his way into Chase's ward. It was late in the afternoon when he went there, because he had been choked up with work until he received the news.Tears welled up in his eyes when he saw his son on the hospital bed, covered in bandages with a breathing tube in his mouth.Chase who was vibrant, hothead and always did thing in his own way, looked almost dead. Had life support on him on that very day.It was the worse sight a father could ever see. Way too much for him to bear that he held onto the wall for support, because his legs threatened to give out underneath him.Prosecutor wondered who had done such a thing to his only son. Because it seemed as though they wanted to kill him. They completely destroyed his face.Who it could be. The man couldn't help but ponder deeply over this, whilst fighting against the urge to scream.It was way too much for him to handle that he fought against the urge to cry. For the sixteen years he had looked after his boy, he had neve