Alan tried to cover his face and use it as a protective shield against the punches that were directed toward his jaws but they proved to be futile especially since he was squared up against three heftly men. It was never going to be a fair fight after all.Alan crumpled to the ground at the devastating effect of the punches. His hands grasped his jaw in a deadly grip of pain and his body was writhing in a twist of agony. All he wanted was to go to the gym and relieve himself of the sad thoughts that he was having as a result of Rose’s murder but there he was writhing in pain at the effect of punches from a group of thugs.Everyone else at the gym didn't interfere with the assault that was going on as they all kept their faces away from the event. It was evident that there was fear in their hearts and they didn't want to get some stick for doing what they would have regretted.Khartoum picked up a pocket knife and sliced Alan’s wrist in a burst of aggression before destroying his face
Just as Khartoum was pointing the gun at Radcliffe, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, and his awareness was heightened toward a shadow crawling behind a treadmill.He was sure of what he saw - it wasn't a shadow but a person, Khartoum thought. “Hey! Hey! There is a b***ard here trying to make a phone call!” Khartoum yelled desperately, his voice was an invitation of urgency.Khartoum darted quickly towards the figure behind the treadmill and he was right - it was one of the men who came to the gym. His hands were fastened to his phone screen and he was about putting his phone back into his pocket when Khartoum caught him.Khartoum gritted his teeth with anger and dragged the young man by his hair with a ferocious scrape of hostility before putting him out in the open so that his other gang members could see.“You think you are wise right?” Torstein asked, his voice tinged with a bombardment of interrogation. “Who the hell did you call?”Before the young man could catch his breath or
What the hell! He could read the thoughts of everyone in the gym.Alan’s bloodshot eyes widened with a deadly dawning of understanding, his mouth parting with a gape of revelation - he could read the mind of everyone in the gum.The voices that were bumping into his thoughts weren't his own thoughts but those of the other people at the gym. Earlier, the thoughts were clashing so much with each other that he didn't know which thoughts were his and the ones were coming from external forces but after he dawned realization, he could at least tell that they were the thoughts of the other men in the gym.But what warranted that? How did he suddenly start hearing everyone’s thoughts? What had come upon him to make him become like that? Had he become a superhuman? Was he injected with something that made his brain go hyper?What was he supposed to do with such an ability? He closed his eyes for long seconds and opened it back to be sure that he wasn't in a dream. He then pinched himself and
That was enough testing that Alan needed - it was time for him to try it on the trio of thugs before they could cause any danger to anyone. They already had their guns in their hands and they could pull the trigger on anyone who annoyed them.Alan saw Torstein as the weakest one among the trio so he decided to read into his mind first.With a burst of psychic energy, he shot his gaze straight at Torstein, his eyes rolling mischievously to read his mind, and boom! He could hear them.[I hope that b***ard didn't get to reach the police before. It had to be the police that he was calling][That means we are probably screwed because how is it that none of us have bullets in our guns. Or does Palacios have?]Torstein walked over to Palacios and whispered into his ears to ask him if he had bullets in his gun. They had to make it scary for them. Even if they wouldn't kill anyone, the sound of a bullet was going to scare them, Torstein thought.But Alan could hear everything. He read his thou
Palacios clapped his hands in a deadly applause, his mouth twisted in a sly grin and his eyes contorted with an evil intention.“I tell you, he wants to prove to us how strong he is. Maybe he wants another round of beating,” Torstein responded, his eyes were a sarcastic twinkle of disdain.“Oh, no! I think that he really wants to fight us this time. Look at his eyes, look, look - can you see the fire in his eyes? I think he is really ready this time around. Why do you think he stood up and approached our direction if he didn't want to fight us,” Khartoum spoke, his body contorted with flamboyant expressions and vulgar jokes.Torstein curled his mouth in a filthy and mocking response. “I think we need to be afraid. We need to run away - he could be dangerous, he could kill us before we know it, haha.”They all tumbled their heads over in laughter and a deadly chorus of mockery, their jeers contorted with a ripple of scorn.Alan’s gaze was blank and unfocused for a while as he got so en
It was the same Alan who they beat to a pulp just minutes ago but what then happened? What changed? He used the side of his eye to look at Alan standing tall with his foot rooted to the ground - he was the same person. He still had the bruises from the last time they beat him. What then was the difference those few minutes? What happened that he didn't know about? Alan couldn't possibly have developed iron hands within those few minutes, could he? Or did he become weaker? Was he pretending not to be strong when they were inflicting pain on him? Did he allow them to beat him?Palacios’ mind was a pool of confusion and his features were slack with surprise, his gaze questioning in a desperate need for an answer to the mystery that was surrounding him.While he was still in agony from the impact of Alan’s intervention, he wasn't going to just let it go. He wasn't going to let Alan humiliate him like that especially when he was out to prove to his followers that he was strong enough to
Khartoum went pale immediately when he heard those words. His heart was beating very fast and his stomach suddenly felt a tingling sensation as the mask of horror he had been wearing was now much more evident.Not on Khartoum - Palacios and Torstein who were on the ground and powerless because of the beating they received at the hand of Alan had their mouths opened wide in shock. They felt like they were being punished by a higher authority and they couldn't help but close their eyes in disbelief.Khartoum almost stumbled in the shock of Alan’s statement. How did he know that there was no bullet in his gun? Not only did he know about his gun but he also knew that the same was the reality for the others.Or did he listen to them when they were whispering about it? There was no way he could have done that. He wasn't even close to the area they were and even if he were, it could have taken something more than the natural to have heard their whispers, Khartoum thought.It made no sense. T
If Alan had killed them, they probably wouldn't have been able to tell the cops anything but that would only result in him worsening his problems because he would then have a murder charge hanging on his neck.The police siren was becoming more louder by the second and he could hear the police sounding instructions to each other as they matched out of the van towards the gym.Perhaps he was going to read their minds but how far could that possibly go in helping him conquer them? They were too many and he wouldn't want to engage in a combat with the police. That would greatly reduce his innocence and the heroic exploits that he was able to achieve by defeating the thugs would be rendered useless.His gaze soon locked onto a window that was near the back of the gym. It had few bars and no locks which made it easy to escape through. That had to be his chance of escape, Alan thought.He knew that the escape was going to lead him to a bush and that was more than enough to save him from the