Brendan rushed in a heartbeat towards the B.T. He jumped and landed his right fist on its jaw.
It showed no signs of pain.But Brendan did not wait to look surprised. He continued to attack, jumping and swinging punches with all his strength at its face.At every four punches, it took a step back. It was as if this was not painful at all.Brendan paused after a while of his assaults, breathing deeply and choking at intervals.‘Don’t tell me you’re all out of gas?’ The B.T mocked him.He gave a yell of frustration and grabbed the monster by its armpits and smashed it into the ground with all his force then he picked it up and using his super speed, carried it and smashed it into the side of a truck a distance away.The truck shriveled inwards because of the force. He began punching the B.T again as it lay in the side of the truck.It did not even make a sound of pain. It just lay there, calmly receiving the blows with no‘I thought you would be a better challenge but you were hardly even a challenge at all,’ the B.T mocked him as it stood staring at his lifeless body thirty feet away from where it stood. ‘Come to think of it, I thought I wouldn’t stand a chance with a Versatile…that this Grenobe stuff was just another one of the Finch’s methods of chicanery. But now I look at where I stand and where you’re sitting right now and I now know that Destroyers were meant to be at the top of the food chain. The poor Finch was too stupid to see what horrible fate she was creating for the Versatiles when she gave me and Black Ice the potion. This day shall be written in history as the day the Versatiles fell!’The B.T walked over to Brendan. ‘It’s a pity what big a loss you are. But just before I kill you, I need to know who you are.’ It reached for his mask to take it off…Brendan’s eyes suddenly opened wide. It was as
‘An errand which takes more than two-and-a-half hours?!’After he had defeated the Bradwield Terror, Brendan had managed to use his heightened speed to return his costume under the bed, put on a wool hat to hide the scar the Bradwield Terror had embossed on the side of his head, and now here he stood in front of Samantha who was infuriated by his long absence. ‘Sam, I’m sorry,’ he apologized, ‘It took longer than I thought.’‘And what’s with this..?’ She tried to remove his wool hat from his head, ‘It’s hot outside!’ Her voice was concern. She was still in her nightgown since she had not brought any clothes to wear.‘This house is a little chilly, brrr…’ he rubbed his hands on his shoulders, trying to convince her of a nonexistent chilly breeze.She sighed heavily, ‘you know you can tell me anything now, right?’‘Of course, I mean…w
He returned to the living room and threw himself on the couch. ‘Miriam!’She did not take too long to respond. She had obviously been taking a nap. ‘Is it midday already, sir?’ she asked in surprise as she quickly descended the stairs.‘No,’ he picked up the remote control and switched on the TV, ‘Get me something sweet to drink,’ he said.‘Coffee, sir?’‘No, orange juice maybe.’She went straight into the kitchen and soon enough, she came in with a tray with a glass of orange juice in her hands. He made himself comfortable on the couch as he flipped through the channels. Miriam placed the tray on the coffee table in front of him.‘Is that all, sir?’ she asked him in a calm voice.‘Yes, that’s all, Miriam you can go now.’‘I shall return at twelve to make you lunch, then?’ She curtsied and headed up the stairs.He took two g
Brendan switched off the TV and threw the remote control to the far end of the couch. He slowly ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, trying to think. Why didn’t the Finch reveal to the whole city the true identity of the Anonymous? Did she even know that the plan to kill him through the Bradwield Terror had failed? If he killed the Finch then he could at least breathe again but that was if he could. She was greatly talented in magic, which gave her an advantage over him. The other advantage she had over him was that she knew the identity of the Anonymous. As he meditated over this, he heard a swooshing sound from behind him. He looked over the couch. It was Jack.He quickly got up and walked towards him.Jack was clapping his hands. The expression on his face was admiration and envy. ‘I’ve got to give it to you, Brendan. I never thought that you could do it but….,’ he shrugged, ‘you showed him who’s boss. I&rsquo
Brendan wanted to turn on the TV and watch the news but he knew they were now talking about the death of the Bradwield Terror who had turned out to be the Flicker and Black Ice. He wondered how Samantha and Thomas’ parents would take it. But one thing kept him from turning on the news; the Finch’s ongoing holocaust. He also remembered one more thing which made him nervous; the Feline Race the Finch had talked about. How strong were they? What did they look like? Who else knew them but most importantly; where were they? He tried sleeping on the couch. Maybe if he had his vision it would explain to him the blatant questions racing through his head. Eventually, he did manage to fall asleep but he did not have his vision. He was woken up by Miriam two hours after midday to have his lunch. It was a pumpkin pie, a saucer of waffles and a glass of milk. As he wolfed these down, his eyes stared blankly into the screen of the switched off TV. He did not stop to even savor t
The previous day, Brendan had hardly slept. It was a Sunday morning now and he lay in his bed, his gaze fixed to the ceiling. Just when he had thought that he had come close to getting rid of his stress issues, he finds out that this was just the tip of the iceberg. He did not know what to guess anymore. He knew he had to act but the question was; would Marauder help him with the Finch? He knew one thing for certain; that he and the Finch were going to fight and only one would walk out of the fight with his or her heart still beating. He grouchily got up and went to take a shower. The sun was already high up in the sky. When he was done taking his shower, he went downstairs.‘Good morning, sir,’ Miriam greeted him as she passed by him, carrying his breakfast into the living room.‘Good morning,’ he responded with a weak voice. He walked over to the couch she had placed the tray with his breakfast.He sat down and began to eat.When he
The battle between Anonymous and the Finch is underway and will be the biggest fight in the story. The final showdown to bring our beloved tale to a close. This battle will be so epic it will run for 8 chapters straight!!! Blood will be spilled, bones will be broken and limits will be tested! Truths will be revealed and questions will be answered. Will Brendan fulfill the prophecy, that he will defeat the Finch and bring a stop to her plans, or will the Finch break this prophecy, like so many she has done to in the past and make the Dawn of Supremes a reality and claim her conquest, to wipe the human race from existence?The first chapter of the battle will be posted tonight at 18:00 (Central African Time). So who will win, our hero, or the very powerful and near unstoppable sorceress? Don't miss it...
He followed the sound of the voice and it led him right to the middle of the city. He had given Miriam the same excuse he had used the previous day; that he had to run an errand but this time a long one. But what could have made her suspicious was that he had given her the keys to the attic’s door which held all his money. He had said these words to her as he handed her the key: “In case I do not return by nightfall.”Now here he stood before the Finch. She was wearing a black, hooded tracksuit and black sneakers, a different move to her funeral clothes but the tone still the same. Brendan got the feeling that this change of clothing from formality to casual meant that she was in no mood for games, even her expression said so. She was wearing a slight frown on her face but even still, it did not hinder her beauty in the slightest. She stood with her arms akimbo.There was no sign of any human being in the area.She raised her eyebrows and made a broa