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 gBrendan 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
He threw the rubble from his body but with such visible weakness.The Finch was already standing above him. ‘Once I’m done with you, I will tear that mask from your face and hang you by your ankle by the entrance of a bar so that people can see how much of a drunkard their hero really was, thinking he could defeat the Finch.’ She kicked him in the face and he went screeching and rolling on the gravel road for at least five seconds.He was slowly drifting into unconsciousness.She was now standing above him again. She wrung her hands in disappointment and protest. ‘We could be ruling this world together as husband and wife!’ she moaned. ‘Our kids would continue our legacy. I know that Pernicious is a lot stronger than me but together we could force him into submission. Can’t you understand..?’ Her eyes had become twinkled with specks of tears, ‘I love you. You and I were meant to be!’Brendan’s cost
‘What’s the deal?’ Brendan’s expression and tone became guarded.‘Isn’t it obvious? Sixty-forty of course.’‘This isn’t the right time to be irrational. The Finch holds our fate in the palm of her hand.’‘I know,’ he spoke with not much concern whatsoever.Brendan ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, ‘Fifty-fifty is a fair deal!’‘Only one of us thinks that,’ Marauder argued.‘Look, let’s stop arguing. If we don’t come to a decision we could both die.’‘Even if we do unite, we could still die. You have forgotten that the Finch has broken too many prophecies in the past.’‘I’m confident that she can’t break this one.’‘What makes you so sure?’‘I have faith…she is too boastful and that can make her careless. If we don’t waste time talking
The strange thing about these voices was that they were in different parts of his head and they were identical to his. He tried to stand up but his body quivered violently and he barely managed to stand up straight. His body temperature was rising and decreasing in instability. It felt like his skin had been poured with a bucket of boiling water. The voices in his head kept increasing. Some got louder but others just maintained their whispers.The Finch now stood before him. ‘I’m surprised you’re still breathing,’ she said standing with her arms akimbo. ‘I guess that potion you drank turned out to be stronger than I thought. Well then…let’s finish you off, shall we?’ She grabbed him by his throat and she placed her other hand on his mask. ‘Maybe I should give you a kiss goodbye before I put you out of your misery.’ She began pulling on his mask.Brendan released a bellow of frustration, ‘Stop!’ he sho