‘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 voiBrendan 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
“The Bradwield Terror”? This was clearly not defined as a question to Brendan. This monster truly lived up to its name. ‘So you came here just to warn me?’ he asked, turning back to Jack.‘No…I want to help you.’‘Help me? Are you insane?! Did the beating I gave you leave you with at least a permanent mark of brain damage? You murdered Sparrow and ruined my…the Anonymous’ name!’‘And I’m also the only one who can restore it to its former state. I can walk out there and tell people about the kidnapping and the murder without any harm done. Remember, they can’t kill me.’He pondered over it for a while. ‘Why do you want to help me all of a sudden? Were you not the one who was campaigning for this…“Dawn of the Supremes” not too long ago?’‘I changed my mind when I fought The Bradwield Terror. This creature proved to me its unmatched l
Brendan woke up with a start. It was dark outside. He looked at his watch: ‘Seven-fifteen?!’ How was it possible? The vision had not even lasted two minutes. He got up and headed downstairs.Miriam was obviously asleep because the lights had been switched off.He turned on the living room lights and he found Jack in his room, standing in the center like the ghost he was. His eyes did not hold any expression and neither did his face. ‘It’s done,’ he said.‘What’s done?’ Brendan’s question came from curiosity.‘I’ve cleared your name,’ said Jack washing his hands together, his face still not holding any obvious expression.‘I don’t believe you.’‘Then turn on the news and see for yourself.’Brendan wasn’t keen on watching the news; it would only just increase his tension level. ‘Tell me what happened. I want to hear every detail, from sta
Brendan suddenly raised his eyebrows in delight, ‘I have an idea…I could tell you where her domain is and you could go kill her instead!’‘It’s too late for that. The forest is no more.’‘The protests didn’t work?’‘Of course they didn’t. It’s impossible to change the mayor’s mind.’ The two became silent. ‘I guess there’s nothing left to talk about,’ Jack said.Brendan nodded and the phantom disappeared.Brendan was now pacing up and down the living room. Two things were on his mind now; where the Finch could have moved her domain and the words Marauder had last said to him: “Peace is the best weapon for war.” Did Marauder mean that Brendan should have the Finch sit down with him and talk like two civilized beings? He dismissed this thought without the slightest meditation on it. As he paced up and down the room, he heard a k
Brendan was woken up by a nightmare. The Bradwield Terror had had his head in a vice grip. His puny head had been like a tennis ball in its hands as it slowly crushed it, savoring each moment, a hideous grin on its face. He was now back to reality. He sat up in his bed and wiped sweat from his brow.The sun was high up in the sky. He looked at the alarm clock on top of his cupboard beside his bed; the time was 07:10 A.M.Samantha was fast asleep beside him. Her nudity was politely wrapped inside the sheets as she lay with her front side on the bed and her face facing the opposite wall. She moaned, shifted and her face turned toward Brendan. Her eyelids flashed and they slowly opened, heavy with sleep.‘Good morning,’ she whispered. Her face beamed like the sunlight.He reached down and kissed her on the cheek, ‘Good morning,’ he responded. ‘Last night..,’ he began as he took off his pajama shirt, ‘did we..?’ H