Now, we have a head way on what to do here. Its time to see what happens next.
One with the World. It was more than just one classy name for a skill. It was more than just a curse that led him to the murders he ahd commited in the past few times. It Was more than himself. It was the state of affinity where he was in complete stasis with the world. If anyone had told him, some years back, that he would never reach a state whereby he was in complete balance with the world, then he would not have believed that person. Heck, he would have even called such a person as someone who was crazy and needed to grow up. That how was it possible for one to have powers that only existed in the imagination of some authors and even on screen? That it was just some twisted kid’s dream, a kid who would never want to grow up. Wishing for some way to enjoy life and their fantasies. Just like the cartoons and media portrayed. But right now, with his huffed breaths and cramped shoulders, it could go to blazes. He could care less about what the version of him in that time w
The figure of Amihan faded in and out in the subspace of Lekan. At thisi, Lekan knew he could not waste a single bit of time. Thankfully, his body soared through the space in which they were as his hands went wide apart. Now was the time to seal the deal. Now was the time to clasp his hands around that bastard and get his body back. It was his body and he would not hear anything else. The demon Amihan had no right to do something like that. To make his body its own. Amiahn had no right at all. “Focuis!” He could hear the shrill scream of the system as he dived through the space forward. Amihan, even as its body fluctuated, seemed to have noticed him now. The blood demon snarled sinisterly as he swiped his hand in an atemtpt to cull his attack. Airborne, there was only little he could do now. He grimaced as he prepared himself for the smack. Hit to the side, his body crashed downwards as he groaned out in pain. How was it he could even feel pain in his Sub space? But the
Bang! BOOOM!THOOOOM! Several sounds exploded outside the house as Uncle Desmond literally shiered in the spot. His heart rang mercilessly against his ribcage, every inch of him screaming out in danger. Whatever was happening out there, he wished it was only some night. The type he would wake from with a scream. Buthe would be over it. Back in the actual world. However, no matter how hard he wished it to be, he couldn't pull it off. It was real. And only the heavens knew what next was in store for him. He vibrated on the spot, his heart racing still. He did not want to die. Certainly not when he had just come into this wealth. He wanted more out of life. It was not supposed to be like this. Not after what he had been through. He was dressed in the same pajamas that his ward oftenc omalin about. That ;ekan always complained about. Speaking of how he was already so eager to wear what belonged to his father for the sake of it. He had chosen to wear it even though he knew just
“He has a agun.” The sharp cry of the boy rang out. “Ha!” Leslie gasped as her body forced her to take a stop. She looked to the side, slowly, her eyes widening at the sight of the submachine gun pointed at them. Totally oblivious to the sight of the other handgun pointed at them from the opposite side. She panicked, her heart in her mouth, cold sweat breaking out on her skin. This was way too much for them to worry about. “Body Rock!” The boy cried out instantly. She looked his way, her eyes widened to the effect of seeing his whole skin thicken up in one second later. He bent down, his muscles thick but having cracks about it. The color of his skin died out, taking on the hue of a rock that has been whitewashed by water for so long a time. She grimaced at this, unsure whether this was a good thing. Or not. But while she pondered it, the boy swiftly bent. His fingers flexing up a slab of rock and then hefting into the air. BANG!BANG! BANG!! BANG!! Series of gunshots ra
His eyes were open but lifeless. His mouth streamed lines of blood that had begun to dry up now. Lekan exhaled as he watched the sight of this. His knees kissed the ground while his hands grabbed a bit of the soil about him. His heart was heavy, the tears no more agreeing to pour out of his eyes. He could only stare at this. The second death in so short a while, the agony of it tearing his hat apart. The scene blitzed out of existence for a brief moment. He squinted at this noting how everything had changed. He could see the whole street. Destroyed but it was not the one in which he was in. And in this version Uncle Desmond was kneeling. But dead. Not the one in which he lay on the ground, and died. Not this one. But rather, he was kneeling, his lips parted like he'd been saying something but he was dead. He died on the spot. There was Leslie. But that Leslie did not wear a lack jumpsuit. She had a white skirt on, a tennis skirt just the way she had dressed early in the day
The sound of the chopper blades whirring relentlessly rent the morning calm. Blessing heaved out, resting her head against the headrest of the chopper in which she was in.. Her life was pretty moving so fast, she had to admit it. But little could be done about it. She had to do this, beside, she knew that this was something that she would not come to regret eventually. After all, it was dealing with helping some people gain some powers, right? The type of abilities Leslie had. Then it was fine. If Leslie did not lie, then she would get one of those powers like that. The process of acquiring it might be painful, she was aware. But if Leslie could live to survive it, then she could. So by all means, she was very eager about the whole thing. It was just that it was happening so fast. If she had not been with Lekan, then she would not have seen the card. And while she bothered to think that. About how very lucky she was in that situation; she noted how soon it happened. It W
“W-what?” Lekan gasped to breath as his body slammed down hard on the granite floor. He groaned, looking up with a weak hand stretched forward, his eyes red. While blood flowed from a several cuts over his skin. “You don’t have to do this. Please. You don’t have to do this.” He pleaded, trying to reason with whoever it was. The person however did not agree. Blessing squinted, trying to understand the scene before her. Just then, the figure dashed up, running to meet Lekan on the ground. On closer contact with him, the face of the figure was revealed. It was Leslie. And she had the visage of a monster. Not literally. Her face fumed, angry, enraged as she carried Lekan by the side. And then slammed her fist through his stomach, sending him sprawling helplessly against the ground. “You bright this upon yourself.” She roared out to his face: “you brought this. You should have just come with me. Follows me to the Shstem Bureau but instead, you had to say no.” She thundered. Lekan
The white light dimmed out and Leslie gasped. She was no longer out there in the street. But this time, she was back in a place that seemed familiar to her. She squinted, coming to her senses just about now. It did not seem familiar. It was familiar because this was home. She was back at home. “Oh!” She exhaled, “that Astella girl must have done me a number. She teleported us back home.” She said. The Latino boy looked about in fascination, a half smile on his face. He turned around, hands to the side as people walked past th, ignoring whatever it was that kept them there. Right in the center of the pedestrian walk. “Where is this? Home?” The boy asked after making a 360 turn more than twice. He looked at Leslie who simply shrugged at him. “This is the System Bureau. The one I was telling that douche to come with me to. But he thought he knew better that I was only after his life. Or whatever insecurities were bothering him.” She ranted. “Sounds like you are pissed over it.” Th