‘What do you want, Brendan?’ The flame asked him.
‘How do you know..?’‘I know because I am you. The part of you which is yet to be awakened.’‘What do you mean?’ he asked, now feeling extremely perturbed. And it was confusing. Talking to a glowing white ball suspended in midair. It felt like talking to a wall…and the wall was talking back.‘I am the part of you that you have not yet embraced,’ the ball replied, ‘In short; a hidden, unimaginable power.’‘I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say.’‘My name is Marauder,’ it told him as it slowly began to expand and mold out like dough and take shape into a human form. It now looked exactly like Brendan except for its eyes which were completely black as if it had no eyeballs. To Brendan, staring at it was like staring into a mirror.‘Let’s put it this way, Brendan; yBrendan only had two pairs of jeans. He grabbed one and a clean blue t-shirt and he put them on, then he left his room. Samantha had promised to bring the money back in that afternoon so he went to check in the attic. The money was there, arranged in neat one hundred gem piles but he never heard anyone knock though. Ignoring this, he took one two hundred gem note from one of the piles and left the house.He passed by a flower shop and bought a bouquet of flowers. So many drawback thoughts were telling him that going to Samantha’s house was a very bad idea. Regardless of these thoughts, he rang the bell gate anyway. A few seconds after he had rung the bell, two big pit-bulldogs rushed towards the gate, barking mad at him. Both were the same size but one was brown and the other was black. He did not remember seeing them the last time he was there. Soon enough, the front door of the mansion opened. Samantha came out jogging. ‘Killer! Lieutenant! Back to you
‘I’ve imposed enough, Sam,’ he said getting up.‘Just one, ninety-minute movie? It’s not imposing, is it, dad?’ She turned to her father for backup.Mr. Patricks stood up. ‘You two love birds do whatever you want. I’m going to bed.’ His expression of grief and sorrow had suddenly disappeared and this relieved Brendan. Mr. Patricks left the dining room and headed for the stairs.Samantha grabbed Brendan by the wrist and pulled him towards the living room; ‘Come on…It’s only one wittle movie,’ she forcibly dragged him along. She pulled him along the passage of the house then turned left and after a short walk, they entered the living room.Above the fireplace was a giant flat screen TV. This was the first object he noticed. To the left of the TV, hanging like a Picasso masterpiece on the wall, was a giant portrait of Samantha’s entire family. Fred looked innocent in this portrait.
‘Why don’t they take you seriously about Fred? he asked her after she switched off the TV.‘They just think it’s too ridiculous and besides that, they know how much I’ve missed Fred so they basically think I’m delusional. And they haven’t watched the news yet because they just got back.’‘But you do know that if they do find out about this then they’re probably gonna go off the rails?’‘Would it be my fault though?’ she defended herself. ‘Anyway…what did you think of the movie?’ she suddenly changed the subject.He released his gaze from her and turned it to the blank TV. He sighed, ‘I think it was great.’‘I know, right?’ she grinned, ‘I always cry when I watch it alone.’ She began rocking back and forth on her seat.‘Samantha..?’ he began after an awkward moment of silence.‘Yes..?’&lsq
She gave him a broad smile and embraced him tightly then she let him go. ‘Have you…have you thought about this, though?’ she asked him, ‘because I don’t think I deserve your forgiveness after what I put you guys through…’He smiled too, ‘I thought about it long and hard and I’m one hundred percent sure that you are worthy of my forgiveness.’She leaned over and kissed his cheek. ‘Thanks,’ she said.‘Well…I better get going,’ he said getting up, ‘It’s getting late.’ This was not even half the reason he had decided to leave but the kiss was and it had almost made him blush. When he was about to exit the living room she called him back and he turned around.‘So…does this mean we’re..?’ she looked hopeful, her head looming over the couch.‘Yes, it means we’re friends now,’ he finished her statement.She gr
When nightfall came, Brendan put on his balaclava and used his super speed to get to the police station. He tore the fence apart easily as one would a piece of thread then he rushed to the back of the building.The police station was a small building with a verandah in the front. There was not much grass surrounding the building. The porch lights had already been lit. One of the windows was slightly closed but not locked.Brendan slowly and silently opened it and pulled apart the burglar bars then climbed in through the window. The police station was where the prisoners were detained while awaiting trial. There was a corridor in-between the building and to the right were five prison cells. He kept walking, glancing in the prison cells for the Finch. Four of the cells were empty until he got to the fifth one which was also the last prison cell. A woman was sitting on her bed wearing inmate clothes. They were black overalls. Black was the color of overalls worn by pris
The next morning found police sirens wailing through the streets. Brendan had not slept at all the previous night. He got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he was done, he got dressed and went downstairs.As soon as he opened the refrigerator, the doorbell rang. He wondered who it could be at nine o’clock in the morning. When he opened the door, he found Simon and Owen.‘Brendan, my friend..,’ Simon began, ‘why didn’t you tell us you were rich?’ He walked in with a triumphant step, his eyes immediately becoming entranced by the new interior of the house. Owen was close behind him.‘Good morning to you too..,’ Brendan said before he shut the door.‘Do you have any clue what happened last night?’ Simon asked him as he and Owen entered the kitchen with Brendan following closely behind them.‘No…what?’ he asked sounding unconcerned.‘The Finch escaped!’ Owen picked up the conversation.‘She did?’‘You always are the last to find out about this ki
‘Your dad committed suicide?!’ Owen asked him, his mouth wide open, a spoon loaded with cereal waiting halfway from his mouth.‘It’s a long story,’ Brendan replied. He did not want to re-think the whole scene, coming home to find Howard on the floor with medicine bottles lying next to him.‘You have cars too?’ Simon asked.‘Yes…two luxury cars and two sports cars.’‘Where are they?’ Simon asked again, this time with zest in his voice.‘Didn’t you see them? They’re at your house.’‘Really?! I must have missed them; I must go see them.’ He stood up and so did Owen. They had all finished breakfast.‘By the way, Brendan, school opens tomorrow,’ Owen informed him.‘You did just mention the Dance a few seconds ago,’ he said in an all-knowing manner. ‘The only thing I want to know is how they managed to repair the
Brendan was still pondering over what Thomas…or, Black Ice had said; about how these people would never be grateful towards anything he would do for them. How could he even help such an ungrateful people? He looked back at Miss Putin who was fighting harder to break free from the ice on her throat but the effort was only fruitless. He walked towards her and she tried all the more to break free.She opened her mouth to scream but Brendan covered it with his hand and her scream was only muffled. With his other hand he pulled apart the ice which had been constricting her throat. The pieces of the ice scattered onto the ground, then he finally released his hold on her mouth.When she had been freed, Miss Putin rubbed her throat as if she was touching it for the first time. With her eyes fixed on Brendan, she began to move away from him with her back against the wall as if the wall was a human magnet. As soon as she was a short distance away from him, she put her l