So it was simply a remembrance of the past fight? Should we get into the heated part of this book? I mean, it’s about time, right?
W-what?” Dembe panicked as he scratched his bald head.The sound of the fan did not drown out the raspy breathing from his nostrils. The way he puffed for breath, anybody that came in did assume that he hid concluded an Olympic. His entire body was covered in sweat, drenched down, even to the duvet. He heaved now, gasping out as he stretched his hands out. Holding on to his thighs covered by the duvet, he clung on tightly as if holding for dear life.How long had it been already? He asked himself.It had been so long since that event actually occurred. And yet, even after that, he was having nightmares of the defeat. The way he was defeated, the stories had continued to spin out about him. Even alternating the way he got beaten up.He could say nothing to that effect. After all, history only remembered those who won. The losers were afforded whatever dignity the winner and the teller of that story had for them.His room was dark. With a flick of his wrist, the bedside switch beside h
Soon as the eyes formed, the light flickered red while purple light brilliantly expelled the darkness suddenly. ‘I know your pain, Dembe! And I can help. The one you seek. The Blood Domination System Host can be conquered.’ “Uh?!” Dembe gasped. He blinked. And the room vanished. A foreboding feeling swole within him as he carefully looked around his new environment. Purple lights flickered everywhere, with occasional blitzes of darkness here and there. He stared ahead, gulping as he beheld the figure of a feminine lady of blue, staring him in the face.“Uh… who are you?” ‘I am…’ The lady paused. ‘What has always been. The custodian of your power. Guardian of your Core. And now, one with Core and Computer.’“I don’t understand… Y-you’re my System?” Dembe gasped, taking an uncertain step backwards.‘I was known as System. Formerly. But, I share your fears and pain. I won't lose again.’ “W-wait, you felt my dream?” ‘I simply felt the fluctuations of your mind. The frequency of a c
He knew he had to keep an eye on him. That was what mattered. The very fact that he had been able to seal his systems as something that would not have been possible. He pulled a stunt to make that happen. Thanks to the fact that Blink in sight. Perhaps, if he was not there, then he may not have pulled that feat.Monsieur Dayo sighed as he rested his back against the door. With the girls in there with Frank, the Latino seemed to be very relaxed.’or at ease, whichever applied to the situation in there. And he was very curious.It was not like Frank was hiding anything from him. At least, that was what he got from the examination tar he carried out in him. Who knew if indeed he was hiding things from him?Still, nobody knew. The best that could happen now was that things would happen without his knowledge- Frank’s. And when that occurred, he would be there to observe that. At least, he needed to collect every detail of information right before he returned to the System Bureau Facility w
VHUP! All that was left of Void was gone in an substantive. Lekan exhaled bitterly as he dropped to his knees. He was weak from standing and at the same time, he was very angry with himself. He had had enough just of that. Enough of people leaving with only very little for him to get by with. Enough of leaving him to try to figure things by himself.If the blonde haired white boy was really that eager to share information with him, the. Why did he give him the bits that were not enough? There was scarcely nothing in there for him to get by with. And this was not something that you just told someone and vanished. Not when you just said that a lot of people wanted him dead. Who were these people? What had he done to them? And how would he be able to defeat them? What was the end game? What did they want with him? Was it some issue they had with his father or what now?A lot of things pondered in his heart as he remained on his knees. His whole essence churned with anger as he thought
He had to get away from here. The only thought that continued to echo out from his rapidly pounding heart was this. Standing on his shaky legs and his exhausted muscles, he knew that this was the only thing that he had to do . And he had to do it very soon. The sooner he put some distance between himself and this place, the sooner they would be able to get out of reach of whoever was watching them. At least, if not for the safety that they needed, they also would have to get out of the range of being detected by the doctor. Killing two birds with one stone. Howvever as he looked at her, he saw the questions she’d gathered in her mind. New ones which he was yet to answer. You could tell from the wrinkles of her forehead and her lips which appeared to be twisted as if she was lost in thought. There were a lot of them in her face but so far, she was quiet. That was good. He was not sure if he could stomach another barrage of questions for her. At least, until they could get into the
“Hey!” The boy with one arm before but now with two arms pointed to her. “I don't suppose I know you.” He said. Helen inhaled while she smiled sweetly at him. It wasn't his fault. A lot of people did not know who she was in this place. And while she was here, with the resources that they had at their disposal, she was always sure to keep this in mind. It was why she never got angry over things like this. Even though when she found out about them, she was promised to be in a place where everyone would know who she was. They lied. And fortunately for them, she was not that eager to let out her frustration on everybody else. “Yes, you don't know me. But you on the other hand,” She smiled even wider while gesturing to him. ‘Everybody knows you. You are the bi that nearly destroyed the facility where you were.w That takes a lot of balls. Oooooh!” She exhaled sharply now. “Are you some sort of secret project that the Bureau has been doing?” She asked him. “Oh, no, Hellen, stop that.'
Some minutes earlier. ====================== “What are you doing here, Bumju?” Everyone who was anyone knew who Prof BumJu was. And what it meant for him to just appear in the scene. He wasn't exact;y the type of person whom you would meet on a normal day to day activity scale. He was more reserved and would rather not step out unless it meant business. And business for him did not necessarily mean Business for the people who he had to meet with. Most of the time, it was because he had an assignment to carry. An inquisition to probe into. The result of such inquisitions were oftentimes never nice. Nobody ever wanted to see him, if they were actually telling the truth. Add the essence of what his presence meant to the bad jokes he occasionally told. And his nonchalance to things around him. Altogether it made him a very unpleasant person to be around. Not that he cared so much about that. The one thing the prof comforted himself with was that only those who had something i
It was just business for him. He never took it personal. So even when they called him all sort of unpleasant things, Professor Bumju simply went by what he had to do.They cannot stop the truth from showing up. This was his mantra, within his heart. It helped him up whenever he did hit rock bottom, emotionally.. After all, in the end, he was only human. And having to be stigmatized as an omen of bad news did rub him off in some ways.Though what could be care? As far as he did his work well. As far as the ones who had Systems were wary of him, then he was fine. It was a form of power that capitalized on the fear of his presence. Something that he was sure if he had a system, he would never ha eyasted it. He heaved as he stomached the saucy tongue of Leslie. He’d just gone out from the audience of the man in charge of the Research Facility belonging to the Bureau, some where in Africa. It was not one that he would term as ideal based on how Monsieur Dayo kept in persisting on being a