‘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.&lsquJack 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
Brendan scratched his cheek. He knew how hard it was for her to come all this way to say this to him. Patricia, to Brendan’s knowledge, had never gone anywhere without her closest friends; Natasha and Susan, and her showing up here to offer an olive branch to the person that disliked her friends and was also disliked by her friends must have taken a lot of courage.Brendan turned his eyes to the floor for a moment and saw that one of her feet was tapping on the floor. She was shy. Of course she was. This was probably a new experience for her, stepping out of her comfort zone. He decided to end her misery at once.‘Um…sure..,’ he replied finally, ‘…we…we could be friends.’She could not contain her embarrassment and she stood up with her businesswoman concrete face and kissed Brendan on the cheek then she marched out of the cafeteria.Simon and Owen returned to him. ‘What did she want?’ Owen was the fi
‘Nice weather isn’t it?’ she tried to start a conversation with Simon.‘Look, woman; I know this weather is much more different to the one in your home in Hell but just get to the point please.’She looked insulted. She wanted to fight back, but she took one long deep breath. ‘Simon, my whole life has been pretty much a mess. Ever since my brother disappeared, I started blaming myself for it. I felt so angry at myself that I started taking out my anger on you and Brendan. I was so blinded I couldn’t see the pain I was causing you both. I’m really, really sorry.’Simon glared at Brendan as if to say, “That’s all I need to hear”, then he turned his dreadful gaze at Samantha. ‘I have lived a life of regret because of what you did to me. I hated my own mother for taking drugs. Do you know how many times I attempted to take my own life because of you, Samantha?’ His eyes were swelling up wi
‘I think he’s a criminal,’ she answered him.‘But…’‘I believe anyone who wear a mask has something uncanny to hide. Why does he wear the mask?’‘But didn’t he save you?’‘He obviously wanted to rape me or kill me himself. Why else did he murder Mr. Sparrow? I’ll end this conversation with these words, Brendan; a true hero has nothing to hide. If he truly a hero then let him take off that mask and let us shower him the praise he deserves.’When he walked out of the school building he found Owen and Simon sitting in the backseat of his blue sports car. Todd stood with the door open for him, his expression stern as usual.Simon’s eyes were still red from crying and his gaze repelled with Owen’s.Not a word was uttered to another on their journey.When Brendan got home he found the builders still at work. The building was half done and Mr. Drewmorph
Exhaustion, stress and desperation were Brendan’s demons. As he got up from his bed, he rubbed sleep from his eyes and yawned. But for one with a troubled mind, he had slept soundly the previous night. He took a shower and headed downstairs.Miriam was busy in the kitchen, steel clanging on steel and oils hissing their tantalizing smells and juices into the air. She was preparing breakfast.Now in the living room watching TV, Brendan tried his best to avoid all news channels. Hearing anymore stories about the Supremes only increased his blood pressure.‘Morning, sir.’ Miriam had brought him breakfast.He kept his eyes committed to the TV screen. ‘Good morning, Miriam.’ The greeting came from an almost unconscious mind.‘Is there something worrying you, sir?’ she asked him, noticing how feeble his face looked.His eyes kept glued to the screen, ‘No, I’m fine, thanks for asking though.’She