Wild dreams.
Blessing was not the only one who had this thought in mind. It was the thought that reigned supreme in almost everyone there. Even as they stood, the excitement in their faces could not be concealed. They literally vibrated in the spot, watching as the white coat fellowes went about their business. It was the most awkward period of time that they waited. Tabitha hummed to herself. Her head was done, her hand holding the elbow of the left/. She felt low, within her heart. This was the lowest she had ever been. And for what? She literally kissed the ground all because of the girl named Blessing? WHo was she that Monsieur Dayo did not even take precautions to warm them? But when it came down to her, he was always eager to let her have a piece of his mind. It was not fair. And she was sick of it. But who could she complain to? Who would listen to her? Even her handler seems to think this was some attempt of providence in keeping her shut up. For her misbehaviours when it came dow
People scarcely volunteered for things like this. The truth of things was that; humans were selfish. They wanted the good things of life without the sacrifice that came with it. They were willing to pay for others to go about what they should do. What they by themselves were obligated to do, so long as others could do this for them, then it was fine. Even if that person, now matter how noble their intentions may be, could come into harm, it did not matter. So long as they were able to make it work. So long as they could find a work around, then it was all good and fine. That was the innate nature of mankind . The type that made him the most selfish creature but at the same time, masquerading to care for others about them. Meanwhile, nothing that man did, for others, truly was free.There was always some string attached to it. To get results, to find some answers, to get some new methods. As long as humans were involved, there was nothing that truly was unconditional. Unless, of
“Begin Assimilation.” The words of Monsieur Dayo to the girl sounded like a faraway tone. She sighed, holding her breath.She was eager to get on the sit.To get chosen by the man in charge of this palace meant a lot to her. At least now, she had the chance to go the extra mile in getting the system to bond with her. Delighted she was. But that did not erase the fear that ate at her. She had seen the assimilation process not once, not twice. She knew how painful it could get. She knew the risks that were involved with this. The main reason why it was Monsieur Dayo who was assigned to be in charge of the assimilation. It Was because the chances of success with it were rather subliminal. And Monsieur Dayo just happened to be the only one who could make it stp. His system is a special one. And the one that had a function that even other systems had to comply with. Having him around felt like consolation to her. But she did not know. She was still nervous, her mind set on what she had to
The nurse walked into the ward. This was the third time she was coming in.The first had been to help him get ready for his daily hygiene. And the second had been to bring him food.Now, he looked at her, while spooning himself from the plate of rice and fish stew. She shrugged, mouthing silently to him while checking the IV and other things about.He sighed as well, focusing on the food before him. The taste of the rice was impeccable. It was mushy and melted right into his mouth. Coupled with the peppery stew, they formed an amazing mix of eyes popping tastes in his head. If that was a thing.The hospital really knew how to take care of their patients. Though he was not sure if this treatment he received was the same that was everywhere in the hospital. Perhaps, he was here because of whoever had brought him here.The whole treatment told him what he needed to know. That he was some sort of VIP patient in here. And thus, the reason why he was being treated well. The food as well.He
“People deserve to know about these powers that we have.” The boy at the roof top sighed to himself.He was covered in bandages. Though he looked handsome on top of it. Narrow fox like eyes that depicted Asian similarities. Small lips with a perpetual smirk at the left side. A pointed nose but with a slightly brown to orange complexion. His hair was curly. Oily and curly and just about the length of his little finger. He sighed, hands to his waist as he plopped down on the rooftop, his butt sitting him down.The day was warm and inviting to him. The arm weather, the way the birds fles about the skies. The planes that wafted past occasionally. Everything was serene to him and amazing. He wanted this to last forever.On his left hand was the gloves. Black in color, the fingers showing through it. To the normal onlooker, he would just be some youth in the rooftop with a black gloves. A youth with a black mole beside his right eye.But to those who had seen him in action. To those who
“My name is Keder. And I am the fastest girl alive. The demon wants to talk to you.” Keder said with a little chuckle.The Whip smirked at her. It was easy to lose oneself in her. She was attractive to say the least. And if one was not careful about it, then the manipulative persona that she was, she’d use it against that person. That was Keder.And the mental illness that she’d been diagnosed with, did not make it easy. Still, his curiosity was piqued. What did she mean by what she said?What demon?“Demon?” He frowned at her, whisking away the thoughts from his head. “I don’t get it. What do you mean?” “Ah!” Keder laughed, shortly. She leaned up, standing away from him and stretching her legs.Her body shone in the brightness of the sun. It was ecstatic to watch her. A beauty to behold. Her feminine features all outlined majestically in the morning airs. He sighed, taking in the air, as he tried tk focus his mind.Keder on her own part simply stretched her hands. She held her left
The Returning Man was a solid 6 footer. Standing in the room, he dwarfed the figure of The whip and the schizo girl.His smile was non ideal. The brownish color they revealed was more of a turn off, considering how cocky he was built. Large biceps, gigantic moulds of muscles. A squared out jaw and sturdy fingers that spoke of individual strength in them. He was the ideal form of a Superman, if that was real. But considering his facial make up, he was nothing to write home about. The roughened face, the scar at the left eye, all of which ruined the reputation he could have had for himself.Still, he was the Returning Man. And those scars told of the power he had within his brain cells. The heavy chain he had, the bling of it was none the less attractive . But it suited his sturdy frame. Along with the black sweatshirt he had on, he seemed more capable of leading a battalion than The Whip.At least, that was what the leadership thought. And The Whip, even as much he was not pleased with
The soft pelts of the raindrops bright upon everyone a solemn mood. It was only befitting to have a mood like that considering the event of the day. A hero was being laid to rest. Given a befitting burial. The sadness hung heavily in the air, the words hardly spoken from anyone. All they knew was that they felt it. And it stung so bitterly.Lekan looked at the ground. With a frown, he raised his hands to eye level, observing the black suit he had in. He was confused, mouth slightly ajar.When did he come out here? What was this? Plus who was even the one having a funeral now? His mind went ajar with several thoughts as the tried to halal de out what was happening.He was in the hospital last. He was there. Then he saw the inheritance Lawyer and had a premonition like he usually did.How did that translate into him being in a place like this? Whose funeral?The people around, he looked about, had their heads to the ground. Multiple black umbrellas further completed the already solemn