The street was still dark as night when the old man's men surrounded Leon. In a few seconds, he felt the strength of a thousand men, and the goons who failed to look intimidating to him before now appeared like toys. "Aren't you going to beg for your life?" One of the goons sneered at him. Leon did not utter a word, he simply stood, studying their movement and determining their next action. "He thinks being proud will get him out of this," another man spat right behind him, kicking him on his left leg. That was all the trigger that Leon needed, he quickly pulled off the bag he had slung on his shoulder and delivered a punch swiftly to the man who fell on the ground, unconscious. "I swear, I don't want to use my gifts to hurt people but you guys never learn," he said coldly. The old man was shocked at how skillfully Leon had taken out one of his strongest men. He could see the uncertainty in the eyes of the rest. "Are you going to let this piece of shit scare you?! Get him and

Passing through the third gate meant that they'd just gained access to the inner estate of the master. Fiona walked to the front door where two men, fully armed and uniformed, stood. She handed them a small slip which they inspected and then granted her access, but they tried to stop Leon. "He's with me," she said as they tried to stop him. The men looked at Leon with a puzzled expression. He didn't look like the kind of man that had any business with the master. "What's his business here?" One of the men asked, looking at Leon with a frown. Fiona was quickly getting irritated by all the protocols and so was Leon. But she'd been there a good number of times to know that the master's safety was a priority and they had to go through the procedures no matter how tiring. "He is a heal I have brought to cure the master," she replied once again. The man looked at Leon down to his worn-out sneakers and then asked, "Which hospital do you work in? Which medical school did you graduate

Thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated, Fiona and Leon left the Xavier Estate. Fiona was unusually quiet as they drove down the quiet suburban district. All valuable contact with the professor would automatically be terminated. It would bring her a lot of lost deals and she could only imagine what that would do to her company. "I'm sorry that I put your entire network at risk," Leon apologized, he was still leaning on the leather seat of the car as they drove. His bones were still a little fragile and his heart was still racing wildly. Leon had not been appreciated for his healing instead, the messenger, Gideon had embarrassed him and looked down on him, this was not helpful to his deity power. "You don't have to worry about that, it's not your fault that you couldn't heal Professor Xavier at once," Fiona said to him with assurance, she could already see the guilt in his eyes at not only disappointing her but having her banished from the estate for life. "But you mentioned that

The city was just as he'd seen the previous night - quite lifeless. But then maybe it was because he'd woken a little too early that morning. The sun was barely breaking through the sky when he pulled on his running shoes and was out on the sidewalk - he could have been right at the center of the lane for all he cared, there was nothing on the road. Leon jogged down to a quiet place where he stretched a little and continued the run shortly after. With his headphones plugged in, he didn't hear much. His mind began to wander. He thought of Fiona and Tracy and Professor Xavier and the clinic he was about to start. He was running out of time and there was nothing he could show for all his months of trying to get himself a job. A few minutes away, the path he'd taken narrowed to a small track and Leon was about to turn away when he suddenly heard a voice from the thick bushes. It sounded like a whimper and Leon was curious. He stopped in his tracks and turned down his music, pulli

Fiona George stood in the parking lot of the fancy boutique, her hands akimbo, her dainty feet clad in a tiny Louboutin, her eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. She was truly beautiful but she didn't look happy. The phone in her hand swung from side to side, like she was contemplating on throwing it in the trashcan to her left or just tossing it into the busy street to get crushed under the tyres of the trucks that raced by. "Just pick up the freaking call!" She snapped to no one in particular and then groaned loudly. She couldn't believe that she'd been calling one person for almost two dozen times. It wasn't her style. Fiona was the CEO of her own company, she was not used to begging anyone, much more after being dismissed the first time. Her pride was badly bruised and she needed to remind herself from time to time that she was doing it for a good cause. Stomping to the roof of the Bentley, she sat there and slammed her fist slightly on the bonnet, making the driver