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
One thing Alan was sure about was that the activity had been compromised. Perhaps one of the miners didn’t keep the secret well enough, he thought. It was always obvious that he would there would be harsh consequences if the secret got out that there was a mining site where miners were about to extract a large heap of gold.Alan knew that even if he was able to get to the fourth miner, there was always a possibility that it was another one of the miners who was under attack.He needed someone else who would help him - someone who was experienced in combat and the only name that came to his mind was Della.He highlighted the vehicle immediately so that he could freely speak with Della.“Hello, Madam. Della Smith.”Della chuckled on the phone. “I am your mother-in-law but you don’t have to call me Madam like you are addressing your aged boss at work.”Alan wasn’t in for the humor at that point so he had to open up soon enough. “I am in sort of a fix at the moment.”“A fix?” Della asked.
“Do you think that you can no longer trust me? Even our son, Dilan doesn't understand what has been up with you lately. You don’t even play with him again as you used to. He feels so lonely right now and I am left with no option but to be a shadow of myself.”“Do you have any idea how this affects me? You don’t go to work during the daytime anymore but now at night time. If not that I found a way to monitor you a little bit, I would have been engulfed with the idea that you are probably cheating. Or is that what you are doing?Ralph’s words were a shield of defiance, his tone a rebuke of suspicion. “Hmm, to think that you have been monitoring me. Why then do you have so many questions?”“Don’t even try to pin this one on me,” Linda fired back. “I am not the one who has been kept in the dark for a long time. I am not the one who has had to deal with persistent questions from your son who doesn't have an idea what has become of his father. All of that is on me so don’t even try to act f
Dilan turned his gaze toward the wall clock to ascertain properly the time.Linda was frozen in indecision, her mind a mainstream of indecision as she was unable to answer any of the questions Dilan was asking.She turned her gaze towards her husband, Dilan, and noticed that he was opening the curtains again and staring outside very intently. His face was filled with terror and Linda knew that there was so much trouble looming around for them.She darted towards Dilan again and her persistence was a relentless tide of interrogation. “What exactly is outside that you are scared of? Who is waiting for us? Are you sure that we will be safe when we pack our luggage? You still haven’t told us where we are going?”Dilan was standing just there at the entrance between his room and the sitting room. His gaze was a hesitant candle in the darkness. He wanted to speak but his voice was locked behind the gates of his nervousness.He was worried about how his father had been behaving recently. Ral