5G SYSTEM ONLINE: Rise of Stephen king

Chapter 131: Getting rid of Clarke

Morning sun filtered through the broken panes and cast an angry glare over the ruin. The mine was in shambles, debris everywhere, testament to the blast that had taken place. Clarke lay on cold, hard earth, his head pounding, his body weighed down by the exhaustion of the events of the night. He blinked, trying to clear off the fogginess in his brain, but the throbbing pain forbade him from focusing.

The screeching of wheels on the floor yanked Clarke out of his fog. He swiveled his head slowly, his vision blurring at the edges, to see Charles wheel himself into the trashed room. His face was a mask of contained rage, his eyes narrowing as they drank in the view before him.

"What happened here, Clarke?" Charles's voice was cold and keen, every word weighted with barely restrained anger.

Clarke struggled to sit up, his body protesting quite vehemently. His memory was a bit fuzzy, the night blurring back together in bits and pieces. He could recall Stephen-Stephen ordering him to let hi