He raised his eyebrows. ‘What bonus?’
‘You remember what I told you, about you gaining power each time you respired if you accept the Versatile gene?’‘Yes..?’‘It’s because of the potion. Not only would you gain that ability but if you mastered the gene you would be able to heal worn-out tissues and repair lost and damaged limbs.’‘How fast?’‘Wounds and bruises would take seconds but limbs…probably months.’‘But your son…you said he mastered the gene at the age of four…’‘Pernicious,’ she said before staring blankly into her cauldron. ‘He surprised me too. He wouldn’t tell me how he did it because he was angry with me.’‘And why was he angry with you?’‘I murdered his father.’‘Are there any brakes to your train of wickedness?!’She chuckled, ‘The‘Like I said before; I’ll pass.’She walked back to her cauldron and put her fingers in the viscous liquid inside the cauldron then brought it into her mouth. She stood dreamily for a while, savoring the flavor. ‘Still not good enough,’ she said, ‘maybe fermentation will do,’ she resumed stirring.‘Back to business. Do you have any idea how your son might have accepted the Versatile gene and succeeded to retain control of his mind and body?’ he asked her curiously.‘My first theory was that he stood up to it. The Versatile gene is a part of you. Pernicious was very violent and solitary, it might have been that when he had his vision, he used what you call, faith.’‘Faith..?’‘Yes, faith. He could have silenced the gene by standing up to it and telling it that it was just a dream.’‘But that’s stupid, isn’t it? The Versatile seems way too powerful
The whole night, Brendan had lain awake on his bed, turning from one side to the other like the bed was on fire. For someone with a pretty face, the Finch was really heartless. How could one even think of exterminating an entire race? And what if she finally had her vision and she accepted the Versatile gene? The fate of the human race would definitely be doomed. He kept stirring in his bed, trying to shake these thoughts from his head.*As soon as he caught a glimpse of the sun, he got up hoping he would leave these thoughts under the bedcovers. They followed him from the moment he woke up however, then he decided to try to wash them out with a shower.As soon as he turned the shower on, the nightmare returned; it was Jack Price’s brutal and antagonizing telepathy. This time his ears did not hesitate to bleed. Blood was pouring from them the way water pours from a damaged tap. The sound and pain were blurring his vision. He had no choice but to give
‘I know your handwriting, Brendan..! Do you think this is a joke?’ Mrs. Cooke stood rattled, holding a piece of paper written “Principal Johnston” on it.‘How did you get hold of the papers anyway?’ Brendan asked.Her gaze was rude and stern towards him. ‘All the teachers had a chance to analyze them, Brendan and all of us are not pleased with what you wrote.’‘Why?’‘Brendan..! You know you had no right involving the leader of the school.’ Her look of contempt towards him continued to grow.‘Wait, I thought everyone was a suspect..?’‘Well, yes, but…’‘Or maybe you think you’re all above us in some way?’She decided she would not have it. ‘Watch your words carefully, boy, or…’‘Most of you think of this guy as a criminal,’ he seized the opportunity, now turning around to face the entire c
‘But don’t you think it doesn’t make sense?’ Brendan attempted to convince them. ‘The guy saves us then he kills someone? It’s like saving someone to kill them.’‘Well, one thing does make sense…’ Simon said, ‘the guy is on d…rugs!’Samantha, unnoticed, sat beside Brendan and Simon jerked violently upon noticing her presence. ‘Boys..!’ he started, ‘…we have a witch among us!’She gave a sideways glance at Brendan as if to say, “Did you talk to him?”He shrugged in response.‘What’s this body language I see?’ Simon asked them both.‘What body language?’ he innocently objected.Simon gave them both a threatening sigh then got up and pulled Owen with him. They went and sat far away from them.‘I thought you spoke to him?’ she asked him, a look of disappointment on her face.&lsqu
Jack Price was on his favorite truss, slowly pacing up and down it.Brendan wanted to take off his mask and wipe the blood from his ears but the hatred for Jack restrained him, telling him that if he blinked then he would miss every single second of his revenge upon him. The expression on Jack’s face proved that he did not even have the least bit of remorse for what he had done. ‘I’m surprised you came, hero,’ said Jack with not so much as a smile or gesture but his cold dark eyes staring down at Brendan from above. ‘I thought you’d be mourning the death of your beloved teacher right now.’Looking at Jack now, Brendan felt nothing but an anger that boiled over to the surface. Several times he thought of rushing up the trusses and strangling the life out of his skeleton frame, and dangling the remains over a bridge when he was done. He continued to fantasize on the thousand ways he could kill Jack, but he managed to bring down
Jack tilted his head to the side in amusement. He tried to laugh but the dust in his mouth only disturbed the outcome. He said, ‘Do you think you can kill something with no soul, Anonymous?’ He coughed a laugh, ‘You’re definitely as dumb and pathetic as your mother; a useless tramp running in the storm, with no direction. I guess it’s like mother like son, right? You pompous son of a hag!’Brendan now felt so much hatred spinning inside him. ‘This…is for Ernest Sparrow; his blood shall be appeased by yours!!’ He started beating Jack’s belly repeatedly using his knees making him spit out more dust onto Brendan’s leg. He gave him a violent head butt on his functioning eye and it twitched in pain. He then started punching him in the face with his left fist. He gave him at least eleven punches before he started using his elbows, landing at least five in his face.Jack’s face was now unrecognizable. His fu
The next day was cloudy and there was a chilly breeze. Brendan was in a more relaxed state, now that he had gotten rid of Jack Price. Only three Supremes were still roaming the streets: the Flicker, Black Ice and most dangerous of all, the Finch.Meanwhile, something else was taking place in the forest. The Finch had summoned both Black Ice and the Flicker to her domain using telepathy. ‘Trust me, you may be annoyed right now but you’ll thank me later. Besides, my telepathy is much more merciful than a Phantom’s.’ She stepped into her cottage.Both of the summoned had expressions of irritation on their faces. Black Ice’s red eyes were fixed on the Finch’s door as he waited impatiently to hear what she required of him.The Flicker, on the other hand, kept his view on every single detail around him, as if he intended to purchase everything from the smallest grain of sand to the leaf at the highest branch of the tallest tree. His unk
‘I hope you know what you’re doing, Finch,’ Black Ice said, his voice trembling with fear.‘The union will happen right about…Now!’ She snapped her fingers and just as she did, both of them were engulfed by the green light that had been between their hands. The light began to waver then it took shape until something else stood in front of the Finch. It had the body structure of a man but it was much taller; at least seven to eight feet in height and its skin and pupils were blood-red. Its head was completely bald and its body was pure muscle. Its feet were bare and the only form of clothing it was wearing was a very tight pair of black trousers which ended just half an inch below the knees.‘How do you feel, Flicker?’ The Finch asked it after a moment of silence.The creature had been busy admiring its hands and body before it set its gaze on her. ‘How did you…How did you know that it was me?’ Its voi