This is weird. Now, he can predict things because he has a sense of deja Vu. Maybe he's gon discover that he was actaully sent to the past. Right? Let's hear your thoughts, pal.
Sweat beads dropped from the side of Blessing temples as he held her pose still. Her muscles cried for help even as she continued, every inch of her calling to be left alone. She wanted to let go. To let her body drop down to the ground, let her bosoms kiss the floor in defeat. But she held on. There was Tabitha and she was not letting.the girl held on he pose like this was something that was so easy to her. Seh squinted, regretting why she had ever given into confronting her, her every inch of her screaming in pain. She grimaced. The pain did not stop. The pounding in her head continued to double up with each passing second. Blessing groaned in pain. And on top of it,the man who was supposed to be in charge of them was not unbothered. He had sauntered back to the handlers, holding a sort of conversation with them. Like the girls didn't even matter to him. She cursed in her heart, wondering if all of this was even necessary in the first place. What did they come here for? Was
The arena. It was easier to say it then it was actually going to be. Did Lady Beatrice just imagine that she would head over there to then get fixed up in some matches? How about the help that she could have rendered? Considering how high up in the higher echelon she was in the Bureau. She could have just put up a word for her. Instead of letting the treatment that was obviously inspired by the Grand Inquisitor get to her Credds. In no time,she would totally be broke out. Credits were the Bureau's means of exchange. At least, among the numerous people who made that place their home. Whether it was by their choice or they found themselves in it, the Bureau had made it sure that the only means of exchange that was viable in it was the Credit system. The functionality of this made the Bureau work like that of a functional nation. And sometimes, Leslie wondered, if the Bureau Would simply just annex some p[iece of landmasss and then claim themselves to be some independent nation.
“Afiya!’ The girl beside Blessing said with a little smile on her face. “My name is Afiya. It means Good health. Afiya Masiko.” She said to her, skipping along. The path they were taking was different from the one they took to arrive here. The lighting had dropped considerably from the hall. It was not as bright as it was but still enough to illuminate the entire place. Blessing smiled in return to her. She was not in any mood to talk as much as she would want to the girl. Afiya was friendly, or so it seemed. She did not know her enough to determine if she was indeed what she was. Or not as some masquerader with some ulterior motive in her arsenal. She sighed now, noting the change in countenance of the girl now. “What?” Blessing managed to ask her. “Ah, you are not very conversational, are you?” Afiya asked her. “I just told you my name so that we could be a bit more friendly with one another but you are looking at me like…” Afiya complained. “No,It's not that.” Blessing
“Charge!” The sound of the multiple voices rang out in the sitting room. Lekan gasped out as the various versions of Astelal charged forward. The men with the guns did not like the scenario. With ayelp, they gasped, as well, pointing their guns forward. BANG! bBANG! BOOM! Bullet casings Scattered about in the living room. Under the heat and flashing of gunfire, the man yelled out. With focused gazes,they locked eyes on everything that was a multiple of Astella. On the walls, ceiling, everywhere, relentless as they rushed towards them. . “Keep firing them. Don't let them come close.” The man with the white helmet commanded. At the mention of his words, the gun fire increased. Bloodlust soared to the roof, their teeth bared out as they focused even more. It was them or the multiples of Astellas that just would not stop. No matter how many they gunned down. . An astella rushed out to the front of the gun man with the white helmet . Instinctively, he aimed his rifle, followed b
“No!” Lekan roared out.The pain in his chest spiked through his heart. His vision blurred, the imagery of Astella bleeding out replaying in his eyes.The way her limbs fell. The neat precision they were chopped out. The spew of blood, the shower of it that drenched him as she fell down to the ground.He gasped. His heart roared out in faster beats. His muscles twitched, teeth bared out. Anger roared within his inside, his stomach twisting into a knot.This person. The brutality, the wickedness in the heart. How? How could anyone hurt Astella like this?How could anyone hurt her like this?His head spun with confusion. It did not make sense to him. His mind reeling with the desire to find answers. In Spite of the fact that he did not agree with the System Bureau, Astella was different.So far, she had been watching out for him. Instead of herding him to the. Bureau even though she was capable of it, she did not. She stayed with him, informing him and trying to get him back.He did. Or
“Who is this guy?” Frank said, fornwing as he held the back of his head. He squinted now, noting the visage of Lee, irritation fuelling his bones to the max. He gritted his teeth, fist alledup. ‘Oh, you want a piece of me? You want a piece of me?” Lee goaded him, moving forward with a sly smile on his face. His hands spread to the side. Fingers splayed out wide, as he smirked. “If you want a piece of me, then come get it.” He said to Frank. “Ah!” Frank bellowed out, rushing forward. Only to be forced back by the hand of Leslie. She had a frown on her face. One that said she did not approve of what he was doing. ‘What? He hit me!” He retorted. “That doesn't make it fine, He is only trying to goad you.” She said to him. “I don't want you to do that.” “No come on. The boy has some balls. Make him hit me.” Lee smirked out even wider. His hands folded now to his sides as he watched the two of them. “Come, don't be shy. Don't mind the people around here. They have nothing o
The Arena was different in many ways from the Tournaments. The two of them were sanctioned by the Bureau but even at that, they did not function the same way. While the Arena had spelt out the core purpose of this was to make research and create data on the evolution of the systems in the host, the Tournament was different In the Tournaments, when it came down to it; It was more about who won. Not how. Who could deliver a known out punch to the opponent or could score more points than others. It Was pretty straightforward. But when it came down to the Arena things were a bit more different. The usual method of fighting their way out to win a batt;le was ruled out. After all, it was not only battle skill that helped you out when faced with tough situations. The Arena had multiple simulations the participants could try. Each of these simulations had some experiences to garner from them. A Some of them based on what you could experience when it was about teamwork. Some of them bas
“Yes! Show time this power that you have. Show it to me!” The attacker growled out in excitement.Even in the savage state Lekan was, he stopped to view the person talking. Did this one now have a fetish for getting hit by him? Or what exactly was that all about?He observed the form of his overall coat. He looked like something out of those action movies with that irresistible bad guy. He had his chest bare out, revealing some chest that ripped with brazen confidence. The chain out there on his neck glittered with golden appeal. And the belt he had was silver, having the head of a roaring creature. He fit the description of somethon out of the movies. Except that in this case, he was out here and beating the bad guy.Looking past him, his eyes darted over to the dismembered Astella. Anger roared within him. He bared his teeth, he turned to the boy.“You did this!” He growled out.The blood cowling rushed over his body. The blood stream, now getting a higher rotation over him. He snar