Turns out Amihan does not like this arrangement, And he is ... wait, is Lekan dead? Oh ma gee...
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
“U-uh?” Frank stared from Leslie to Prof Bumju with his eyes narrowed and a throaty groan. “You are calling the system a curse? What?” Leslie croaked out. “Unbelievable. This boy has some guts to come in here and call our priceless work a curse. The heck!” Prof Bumju yelled out, slamming both hands to the table. “I don’t want it.” Frank whimpered out with a weak shrug. “It cost me the life of mmpphhh…” Frank’s eyes widened in surprise as Leslie’s hand cupped over his mouth. He looked askance at her when he saw Bumju facepalm and elan backwards. “Trust Me, you don’t want to confess your sins to Prof Bumju. He will use it against you, trust me.” Leslie said to him with worry in her eyes. Frank nodded. He did not get the gist here but right nwC the Olly person whom he knew in this room as in e other tha. Leslie. He had fought with her. And in some way, he had trusted her to watch his back during the fight. Compared to the man across the table, Leslie as his bet at understanding w
“Arriving in a couple of hours. Kindly strap in. We are approaching the public landscape.” The solo pilot of the stealth helicopter, the RAH-66 Comanche muttered over the head phone as he went on clicking some overhead buttons. The chopper was a two seater one. It had one seat in front for the pilot who was currently taking charge o fa the flights and the other seat which was behind, the sole occupant of it being Blessing. Blessing who kept on tossing about with a smile on her face. Occasionally, her body would jerk, some inaudible words uttering form her mouth. One did not need a soothsayer to know she was having a dream. And from the looks of it, it appeared to be a rather good one. However, a dream as it was, it was not be the true reality of things. The true reality of what was happening made the pilot in the cockpit squint his eyes. The usual music of the almost silent chppper blades were music to his ears. This would not be the first operation he would be carrying out.