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
“Come on. Why don’t you tell me what is wrong? You look surprised about something. We are lucky to be alive now. We need to hurry and be out of here as soon as possible. The residents here might have seen what happened and the police could be on their way out here soon.”Dexter trembled as he finally spoke. “Yeah, you are right. We need to be out of here.”The return to their abode was a quiet journey as Decter kept pondering about the show of skill that he had seen Alan display. He hoped that it wasn't something for him to be worried about.***It was very dark in the night hour as Alan was very tired from the day’s troubles. He recalled the troubles of the day and lamented in his mind that the day that was supposed to be for Rose turned out to be such a chaotic day.Alan secretly found his way towards the tomb where Rose was buried. The event at the procession was a mess so he had to properly pay his respects to Rose.He switched on his torchlight in search of the memorial inscripti
“If this is the way it would end, I have no choice but to flow along with the tides. It is only a shame that the people who killed you were the people you had trusted even though it was for a brief moment.”“It is needless to say that I would revenge those who hurt you and insulted your grave. I will hunt them to the ends of the earth until they taste the horrors of death. I will–”As Alan was reciting his tribute, he noticed a shadow looming behind him. His body tensed as he felt the figure zoom past like smoke amid the darkness.He turned back to see if someone was standing there but of course, there was no one. How could there be someone amid the tombstones at such a late time of the night? He chose that hour even from the morning when the procession began so that he was going to be alone and undisturbed.When he was sure that there was no one there, he continued his words. “I will ensure that those who made sure that you were denied of peace are—”Alan was interrupted again as a s
The woman’s face was indifferent as she adjusted her abaya with grace. “Take his necklace. Whenever you are ready to learn how to control your powers, it will help you find me.”Alan’s gaze was hesitant as the woman stretched out her hand to give him the necklace but he knew that the woman had what it took to help him. He had never imagined that someone could read his thoughts. He felt that no one else was going to help him understand the abilities that he had. He had quizzed Dexter about it and found out that he didn't know anything about his experiences.He received the necklace from the woman and at the moment her hands connected with his, he felt a psychic eruption that was as loud as an electric spark. He felt his whole body burn up inside of him to the extent that he felt as if he was electrocuted, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.By the time, he opened his eyes the woman was nowhere to be found.He darted around in a desperate search for the woman but there was no tra