He turned on hearing his name, and Kingston used the brief distraction to slip out of his hold. "Don't." Winnie reached out to hold him when he moved to follow Kingston who had run out already."He was going to---" He couldn't bring himself to say the words. If he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself. And who was he without the carefully honed control he had mastered for years. "He's not worth it." She said.He stood with his back turned to her for a couple more minutes. Counting, waiting patiently for the storm in him to calm. Her hands on him was probably the biggest help, but when she withdrew it, he had to fight from scratch again. "It's not ruined at least." This time, he finally turned to see her holding her phone. Feeling his gaze on her, she looked up, and smiled. "It fell. I thought the screen was cracked.""Are you okay?" He asked, wondering why she was worried about a phone, when she had just been in a vulnerable situation."You came. That's all t
As Elijah stood up, there was a sudden drop in the already cold temperature. "Elijah." Winnie called out.He gave her one last reassuring look, before pulling his phone out of his pockets. The night had gone still, and the eerie silence of the night was piercing. He disappeared into the darkness, tracing his way to the light box. He hadn't been to this house before, but somehow he knew where he was headed. The closer he got, the more the light from his phone began to flicker. Her voice sounded even clearer now, as she drifted ahead of him. The tone she hummed sounded familiar. It was just at the tip of his tongue. Just like the night he woke up a changed man, his feet took a left turn, that led to a staircase. He found himself walking down, the parallels to that one night not lost on him. The cold staircase led to a door, which was already slightly open. He stepped in, and it forcefully closed by itself.Rolling his eyes, he proceeded forward. His searching eyes found the box. Qui
Elijah bobbed his head in silent appreciation, as she disappeared without a trace. Turning off his phone, it went back to his pockets. He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. As he walked away, he realized the spirits had gone quiet. They really didn't like the light. Just as she had instructed him to do, he paused at the staircase, going behind it instead. His heart skipped a beat, when his gaze landed on the spirit herbs. For herbs growing in such a dark place, with hardly any sunlight, they looked really healthy. He bent, and picked a few. "Thank you." He whispered into the sky, before turning around and leaving.When he entered the living room again, Winnie sat with her head on her raised legs. She felt his presence, and raised her head up. "You're back." She tried a smile, but it came out weak.For a brief second, he just stared at her. He was beginning to realize something almost too painful to bear. There was no doubt in his mind now she was the pure heart,
Streams of light sneaked through tiny spaces in the window blinds, reflecting on Elijah's face. He lay silently on the bed, with his hands folded behind his head, looking up to the ceiling. He had been in that same position for the past two hours, just deep in thought. So far, he had found two herbs without much hassle. Something told him it wasn't going to be this easy going forward. The old woman's words kept playing in his ears too. As much as he wanted to disregard them, he knew who he was deep down. How long, before someone else found out?Elijah's phone began to ring, and he turned toward the direction the sound was coming from. Reluctantly, he straightened up and grabbed the device on his bed table. "What do you want?" He asked, as soon as he answered the call."You should be nicer to people who help you, you know?" An airy voice at the end of the line said."Did you send the hooded man last night?" He asked, his face contorting with irritation."Why would I do something
"A god?" He leaned closer to inspect the ring. It was an ugly design by aesthetic. That wasn't an important factor though. At least not as important as what it could supposedly do. He couldn't deny the fact he was curious. "What does it do?""It enhances one's strength and knowledge." Dr Banes cheesed proudly."How?" "A very complicated process. Brain waves, chemical compounds, spirit herbs. Every aspect of life you can think of was used to make this beauty.""Dad?" He started, unsure of how to go about the question he was going to ask."Yes, son." Dr Banes, detecting the seriousness in his son's voice, looked up."What do you know about the supernatural?" He asked.He watched his father's face change into different expressions all at once. There had always been some unspoken words in the family. Strange occurrences they pushed aside, even before he left Quantum City. Now he was back. Although temporary, he needed to know the truth once and for all."Elijah," He began. "Are
It was 7 pm when Elijah arrived at the Indigo restaurant. He quickly found Rhonda already waiting for him. She tried hard, but couldn't help the smile that slipped as she watched him approach her. Had he become even more handsome? Her mind swirled with vivid thoughts. In the duration of their marriage, she had somehow felt weird thinking of his physical features, so she never allowed herself to. But now, watching him was like watching a nineties hot throb walking through the doors of a small-town diner. The black-on-black, his signature style was doing something to her."Hey." He said, sliding into the chair across."You made it." "I did." He nodded, resting an elbow on the table.That action is so simple, yet so effective. Her heart began to thump at how much of her cup had truly overflown. "Should we order?" She cleared her throat and readjusted herself."What do you want to eat?" He asked, picking up the menu.Her thighs clenched tightly together, as she silently prayed he
"Is he looking at you?" Rhonda asked.Elijah didn't respond, instead, he waited to see what would happen next. The gang leader held his gun to the ceiling, causing a surge of apprehension from the panicking customers. "Listen everyone. I'll count to ten. By the tenth count, I want everyone out. Okay?" He smiled again and said without looking. "Except you of course."Elijah knew he was referring to him. He also knew things were bound to get messy soon. With one eye carefully placed on a shuddering Rhonda, and the other on the mad men, he waited.*One!Scrambling feet echoed around the room, as everyone present jumped to their feet. *Two!Scrapping tables, and chairs, as they tussled to flee from the scene. It would be an amusing sight to see if it wasn't for the circumstance. Considering the fact the people who visited restaurants like these the most were the rich. *Three!"Should we leave?" Rhonda grabbed Elijah's hands, wondering why he wasn't making any attempt to leave.
The shock was fleeting at best, as he regained his composure almost immediately. "Rhonda?" He called over his shoulders.She grabbed her purse and hurried towards him. "Let's go." She linked her hands in his, as they walked away.When they were safely outside, he gently pulled her hands away from his and turned to face her. "Are you okay?" She forced a smile but gave up when she realized there was no point. "A bit shaky, but I'll live. Are you okay though? You were the one they came for.""It's nothing.""Elijah," Her hands touched his. His eyes came down to the spot she held. "I know I'm not in a position to question anything in your life anymore. I just don't want you to feel like you're alone.""Everything's fine Rhonda. You should get back home to your mother and sister.""My sister is not home. My mum left for some meeting she's been raving about. It's called the exclusive meeting. Weird right?" She said, letting her hand drop."I would take you home, but I have somethi