“Is something funny?” Catherine said and studied Tom's searching eyes. He was at it again. He was wearing one of those looks which say 'you have all the freedom outside, but not here. Catherine shifted her weight. She hated those looks, she hated the fact that she had allowed him to use her like a stash bag all these years. She hated that he had the control and will and always tried to control her as if holding a magic wand that could create an invincible cage.Tom coughed twice before gulping the last content on the bottle. Those looks in his eyes were still searching, waiting and perhaps judging. She was not his little princess anymore. She had grown into a woman, a tough one, and not something he could toy around with any time his whim was of course. Sauntering languidly, he tossed the empty bottle by the side, before walking forwards to stand beside her. He held that confident composure of his, with a glee imbuing the sides of his eyes. She had come begging for his help, even aft
Damian shuddered, walking towards the lone streets and hanging his air pipe on his nose. Night was heavy on its cloak and had huddled the world with its cold hands. Winter was a few months away, yet he could see the mist, forming slightly on the horizon, a harbinger of what would be, in the coming days. He hated the cold, and winter especially. It was not because of the discomfort, but because of the memory, they birthed with them. His parents had passed away on a winter night, and even though Damian had been about five or so years, he could still remember crying all by himself as the undertaker lowered their corpse into the white earth. Money had not saved them, and certainly not technology. Elixa would have brought them back to life, but the doctors had said something about their blood not being compatible with the mechanics of the system. He had not understood what they meant then and had not understood it now either. There have been too many speeches and little action. His parents
“Don’t worry, we will find him.” Tom’s words faded with the motion blur that walked past on the right-hand side of the hovering sports car. Coloured lights hung on the dark briny world, enveloping what’s left of the evening. It was at least 1 am, yet the city was still alive, speaking and shouting, and laughing too. Men and women paroled the streets, thugs perhaps, Catherine was not sure. Many thoughts came flashing through her mind's eyes as she rested her head on the glass pane. The world was so small and fragile. One moment of sorrow was all that was needed to break that moment of joy and happiness. How on earth is she going to explain Damian’s disappearance? It happened so fast. What Is she going to do?She closed her eyes, hoping that the fading motions would take away her fears and sorrow. Too many things had happened. How had she gotten to this time and space? If only she had the power and will, maybe she would revert the hands of time back to the moment when everything was per
CHAPTER 58"I am not a bloody cat. The name is Catherine. Get it?""Okay, fine, I get it," Tom said slowly before dropping his hands as if dejected.Catherine felt like screaming at him or yanking those mockeries out of his eyes. Well, that would not help anyone, especially since she needed his help."I think the elevator would be better," she hissed before walking towards the door."Of course," Tom laughed. "But are we not supposed to plan or think things through? What if he is being held hostage or worse. What are we going to do?""Listen to me," Catherine turned her attention to him, "We should focus on looking for Damian. That should be our priority."I
The walk through the tunnel finally ended as the man taking the lead finally took the left turn, bringing him in front of a gate, small to allow two people abreast, yet crowded with bright blinking lights. The broad shoulder man had instructed him earlier, to take off his air pipe, as the air within the tunnel was refined and freed from the toxin in the environment. It was true that Damian hated the fact of being kidnapped again, but the idea was one he had welcomed with open arms. One thing about breathing naturally is that it makes everything natural. It had a way of keeping at bay that psychological phobia of the apocalypse. And there was the smell of coziness and the sense of living for another day. How he wished he had lived old enough to behold the beauty of the world from the very beginning. Aaron had shown him about the hanging towers of Bel Haven, the lush green and the vitality that once held the earth with its charm. There had
Turns out the game was a game of rugby but played with the amplifier to keep the ball from falling off their rim. Unlike ruby, the game had a single ring post, dancing in the sky about some distance from where Damian stood. If that had been the issue, Damian would not have complained, he would have played the game with all delights and zeal. This was different, however, a description of dining and playing with death. Across the stadium, men and women, children and creatures, were cheering in delight, screaming and shooting their hands in the air. Night had befallen them, yet the screams and shouts kept the world alight, making it look as if the sun was high on its peak. Somewhere on the speakers, the voice of the commentator blared, describing the process of the event. All these were normal, and again, Damian would have enjoyed the game if everything had been normal.The opponent, yes, their
“What are we going to do now? How do we know it is not right in our heads?” “We should get out of here,” Catherine said, looking up as if Damian had just voiced her mind. Her ageless features had returned, blending with that calmness that Damian was all too familiar with. Mood swing and the ability to remain calm under diverse situations was one of the many things about Catherine that Damian admires a lot. She had a unique characteristic of knowing what and how to do things, no matter how trivial. Damian couldn’t help but think of his grandmother whenever Catherine pulled off such features. His granny was one person in the universe who had such a rare trait until he had met Catherine. And the woman has never ceased to amaze him. “Okay,” Damian nodded and held her shoulder gently. “That’s the exit” He pointed to the door, “It is an underground tunnel, one that would take us back to the street, and right to the spot where I was abducted. God help us if the Darkeel follow us there.”
Again, the Founders, as Merck had called them, started running in his direction, a blazing ball sitting perfectly on their amplifier. They were attacking again, they were going to try to add more goals to the scoreline. They were going to push his rib and force it to crack.Damian swallowed and readied himself. Catherine was watching from the stand, she had instructed him on how to work his way through the arena without getting his body tossed around like a useless bag. Well, as always, her instructions were easier said than done. Execution was the problem. Plus, she had said so many things that he was finding it hard to distinguish what to do and what not to do.Just do something goddamn it. A small voice at the back of his head yelled. His heart was already racing, and with the speed at which the Founders were coming at him, he doubted he could