“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
Dilan nodded his head affirmatively in response.“Now, that’s my boy,” Ralph had a bleak but frightened smile escape his lips as he patted his son on the head.Their little moment was interrupted by a loud voice they heard from the sitting room where the assassin spoke loudly.The voice was loud and dripping with sick humor as he slurred his tone to produce a melodious threat. “Raaaalphhhh! It's your time now. Come on don’t hide like a coward. I don’t have time to play games. Save me the stress, big man.”The assassin was a masked figure of death, his mask a faceless shroud of horror as he glided through the room with a gun in his hand. Ralph, who was compressed in the wardrobe obviously recognized the voice. He was trembling with fear as he heard that it was Grady Daug.Grady Daug was one of the miners along with Ralph and 5 others who Alan made a private pact with on mining a large heap of gold. They were mining for Alan so he was going to take the largest share but he promised a c
“I told you, we had a pact. None of us could tell even our family members about it.”Linda was going to express her disappointment when she was interrupted by the loud taunting threats of the assassin.“Ralph, I am beginning to get upset at your cowardice. I will just have to tear this place apart little by little if you don’t come outside now,” Grady spoke loudly, his voice laced with a threat.Grady’s threats were with a high-pitched laughter that depicted the menacing nature of his soul. “For example, your little pet dog here could feel the heat of my wrath. But I want to believe that you would hate for something to happen to your lovely dog, wouldn't you? Oh, I would actually hate to do something to him but you are leaving me with no choice.”Dilan, who had a special affection for the pet dog turned towards Ralph in the dark atmosphere of the wardrobe, his face a heartbreaking canvas of sorrow. “Dad, is that—”Before Dilan could complete his words, Ralph patted him on his feather