Suddenly stones started flying like bullets, whizzing past Alan’s head and body as he desperately tried to protect himself from the onslaught.Alan gritted his teeth in anger because he had noticed that it was a plan by Mr. Lawrence all along. His speech was designed to draw away suspicion from himself and place it on Alan.But amidst the anger that was rippling inside of him, there was a serious headache he was feeling.The headache intensified so much that it was becoming much more than just an ordinary headache. The stones that had hit him so far didn't touch his head so there was no reason why he would be feeling as if his skull was closing in on itself.It was a strange feeling but it was kind of familiar.The pulsing pain pounded on his skull from within and his vision went blurry. Suddenly, he could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room.He kept dodging the stones that were thrown at him with his arm but no one else knew that he wasn't even feeling the pain from the stone t
If she had stayed a little longer, he would have tried to read her mind again. But the banging pain he was feeling in his skull seemed to have evaporated completely at that moment so he had a strong feeling that the ability wasn't going to work at that moment without any trace of the pain. He wished that he knew how to control the ability and use it when he wanted to use it but unfortunately, it seemed as if the ability was the one using him.The ability would only come whenever there was a tense condition and to think that it wasn't even all tense conditions that it came. He had to learn more about the strange ability but who could he possibly learn it from? People would think that he was mad if he told them that he could hear their thoughts. Even his father who was standing close to him wouldn't believe it so he just had to keep it to himself.Della’s haste was palpable and her gaze fixed as she dodged between the pedestrians, her feet pounding on the pavement as she searched for
“I am damn sure. She was just here.”Della’s path was untraceable as she had already walked a few feet away from where the steward was. She was still on the lookout for Della and Tierra though but she was now feeling that perhaps she wasn't going to find them.Just as she was about to return to the phone booth to check if Alan was still there with Dexter, she saw the two ladies she was looking for far ahead although not too far from where she was.She increased her pace as she sought to meet up with them before they boarded a taxi.Luckily for her, she was able to catch up with Quorra and Tierra just as they were about to board the taxi.“Hey, hey, please can I have a moment of your time,” Della requested, her hands clasped to gather and her breath heaving with exhaustion because of the distance she had to cover to reach them.Quorra retracted from the taxi to attend to Della. “Oh, yes. Do we know you from somewhere? You look familiar.”“Yes, that would be from the warehouse. You both
Quorra and Tierra shifted uncomfortably, their brow creasing with weariness. Tierra responded. “We can’t provide the answers to your questions. We are only happy to be alive. I admit that you might be onto something there but what does that matter when we are just happy to be alive? If you have a theory somewhere, you can tell us and maybe you will be right but you see, two days ago we never imagined that we would be here mourning a death that is not ours.”Quorra’s expression turned frosty, her unease evident in her stiff posture. “Exactly! We shouldn't be the ones to be asked these questions. Maybe the employees outside were the ones who informed Alan that we were stuck inside. I don't know. Whatever happened that made Alan so sure that we were inside the fire and that we needed saving isn't our concern.”“But perhaps you should be a little curious. Maybe you should pay more attention to these things,” Della spoke, her words carrying a weight of stubbornness and disappointment.Quo
“Of course son. Yeah, I get headaches sometimes. Everyone has headaches. Where are you going with this?” Dexter asked.“No, I don’t mean just normal headaches. I am talking about very extreme ones. The kind where you begin to feel like a machine is whirring in your brain so loudly and you can’t even feel your surroundings for a moment.”Alan wanted to gradually introduce his experience to Dexter and see if he was going to decode what he was talking about. If he was able to decode, then Alan would know that he had also been having the psychic experience and that he was only trying to hide it from him all this while.“A machine? What exactly are you talking about son? If you are talking about a headache, then yes of course I have headaches. It gets serious sometimes but I can only imagine that it is the same way it is for everyone,” Dexter explained, his brow furrowed in confusion.“I understand but what I am asking you about is more than just any serious headache. You begin to get freq
Alan’s expression hardened, his breath coming in short sharp gasps as he saw Mr. Billing standing there with his eyes darting dark glares toward him.Just when he thought that it was only Mr. Billing that he had to deal with, he heard the footsteps of someone walking behind him.There he was - Lesley Billing standing firm beside his father Mr. Billing.They glared at Alan with a fierce and predatory energy, their eyes burning with a cold energy.Mr. Billing especially had his whole body burning with anger and with his voice low and a dangerous growl, he spoke. “What a perfect time to destroy you.”Alan smiled in the face of danger, his confidence a shield against fear and doubt. Even though it was an uncomfortable situation, he relished the idea of defeating Mr. Billing.He had already humiliated Lesley Billing before so doing that again was just going to be an icing on the cake. He had been secretly waiting for the opportunity when he was going to crumble Mr. Billing and put him to h
Alan’s body thumped into the ground as his body was overcome with pain. His eyes were squeezed shut as he was finding it difficult to breathe. He was condemned to ruin in the wake of Mr. Billing’s fury.While he was writhing in pain on the ground, he heard the annoying boastings of Lesley.“Why don't you show what you are made of now?” Lesley yelled, his taunts a sickening mix of arrogance and contempt.“Are you so weak that only one punch would be able to put you down so easily? Haha, who would have thought? That you were only hiding behind your wealth and the protection that it offered you. Look at you now, you are exposed in the middle of nowhere and you have nothing to show for all of your acclaimed praises. You can’t even put up a fight. Look at you, holding your ribs like a rabbit that has been rattled by cats.”Alan’s body convulsed, the pain a reminder of his vulnerability as his teeth clenched in a silent scream of anger. He wished that his psychic ability could come so quic
Alan was unforgiving as he fired a barrage of punches on Lesley’s chest.Lesley’s breath was a harsh wheeze as he struggled to remain conscious. He was in a state that was between life and death.He suddenly collapsed in a heap after Alan had tormented him to his satisfaction.Lesley lay on the ground, helpless and lifeless with his arm flared out in vain on the ground and his eyes squeezed shut.Alan raised his gaze towards Mr. Billing and he picked up his thoughts as well.[What?! Who even is this guy? He must be a freak][How can he be so strong][No, no. He is coming for me. This is terrible. I hope I survive this. What even is this guy? How does it look like he suddenly regained his energy]Something was drawing Mr. Billing away but he knew that it was going to be embarrassing if he acted like a coward even though he started feeling as if the scales were not in his favor. There was something about the way Alan’s eyes were shining that made it seem like it was an obvious danger to