Michael Scofield Has Returned!

Chapter 8: A Glimpse Of The Future

Within a twinkle of an eye, time swiftly raced with urgency as one hundred and sixty-eight hours traveled around the ticking clock.

“He’s awake!” The light-skinned man voiced out in astonished delight.

“Thank heaven! His pulse has normalized.” “Welcome back, Mr–” The herbal healer and his son stood in awe while in speech when Michael groggily cut them short.

“Please, where am I? Who are you?” His words were charmed in puzzling questions as he rotated his weakened eyeballs across the herbal-decorated room.

“Ahhh! My head! It hurts!” He screamed out in an attempt to raise his head out of curiosity.

“Easy boy. You need to rest your head for a few more hours,” the light-skinned man helped dress his body in the wooden greenish chamber.

On reflection, he sluggishly gave himself a full-measure stare and noticed his head and two arms were bandaged due to the intensive injuries he sustained from the car hit and manhandling beatings.

“My name is Ethan, my grandfather is the herbal specialist who administered herbal medicine that saw to your recovery after one week of intensive care.” he beamingly chimed in, his face entrapped with profound excitement.

The news would have been outrightly different if not for the last-second suggestion for Ethan’s grandfather to confirm if the lifeless body had a chance to be resuscitated or not.

Michael kept darting his eyes across the three strange happily overwhelmed faces before him.

He woke up with excruciating pains as glimpses of the vicious beatings and car hits kept banging on his head.

“I’m Eric Sanchez. Do you remember what happened one week ago? Ethan and I rushed you to this place in cold shivers. We believed you were left to die after being submerged in the lake accompanied by several inhumane punches.”

He slowly shut his eyes to subside the persistent pains as he made further attempts to recall more than happened that night. “I… My marriage of two years abruptly ended a week ago during an anniversary…”

“Yes! I can remember all that transpired! They tried to exterminate me because shortly after the divorce, five ruthless assassins viciously chased after me. Yes! They plotted for my brutish demise!”

“I will never forget what they did to me! Till the end of time, Michael Scofield will always remember!” He groaned and scornfully sneered. His voice was enmeshed in hatred and fury as his menacing tone oozed retribution.

Ethan and Eric Sanchez continually gazed speechlessly as they wondered how he managed to survive such a ruthless ordeal yet unbroken.

“Thank Heavens! Their scheme against you failed!” The old man heartily instantaneously uttered. “You’re a bold, unique soul; it would take more than five assassins with their vicious punches and lake submerging to have you dead.”

“What a courageous young man with exceptional inherent skills embedded in him and yet he hasn't fully harnessed his potential.” The herbal healer’s words plunged the ambiance into puzzlement.

Michael, Ethan, and Eric narrowed their eyes on the old man in a short quest to make sense of what he meant.

“I’m certain I don't know you from Adam.”

“Have our paths crossed beforehand? You sound like you knew me from somewhere,” Michael's sharp-witted mind was induced in irresistible questions while he glued his eyeballs on the old strange healer.

He peacefully scoffed at the question and bounced back to words. “Michael Scofield, it wasn't a coincidence that our paths crossed and I had to heal you.”

“Inevitably, we would have still met which one week ago marked the first eye contact during the appearance of the half moon,” his words were contorted in mystery and riddles.

“A quick question: have you wondered how witty you always perceive things like you could grasp people's thoughts, gestures, composure, and emotions, which gave you the aid to fish out the bad eggs from the company and halt their embezzlement scheme? Your biggest challenge is trust.”

“You always find a way of learning and comprehending anything no matter how complicated it may appear. You always want to assist those who are in dire need and it feels like you can vehemently fight even when you haven't actually fought. Michael Scofield, this wasn't a coincidence. It's for a great purpose!”

He flinched in shock and stared at Ethan and Eric, who, in response, widened their eyes in further puzzlement before darting their eyes back on the old healer.

“Who are you?” He heavily gasped while in speech as deeper words hung across his dry throat.

He clenched his eyebrows in perplexity. “Within sixty seconds, you've literally summarized my thirtieth life and other flairs I haven't yet discovered or enhanced. What connection do we share?” he irresistibly expressed with eyes gleaming for in-depth answers.

“Catch a breath. You'll certainly know why our paths had to cross and would understand why you possess these inherent awestruck skills.”

“The time is near!”

“You’ll find all the answers you yearned for… But only during the appearance of the full moon.”

Michael Scofield held his breath in silence as bewilderment engulfed him while he rested his head back on the greenish chambers.

He believed the old healer would have outrightly let the cat out of the bag if the time was ripe.

Amidst the growing perplexity that saturated the ambiance. A subtle voice gutted out. “In a few hours, we will leave the south province. The intensive herbal treatment has accomplished its use,” Eric Sanchez uttered while reaching out to Michael's right palm.

“And where are we supposed to go? I was a live-in-Son-in-law but a divorcee…”

He gently interrupted him with a charming smile. “When I said leaving, I never meant going back to your vomit. You have triumphed over such a belittling phase of life.”

“You’re coming with me. I'll give you a new life. An awestruck life that your haters and foes will never have the guts to hurt you without being crushed by you.”

“A life benefiting for the boldest unique soul I've ever known who was condemned to death but gallantly refused to bow!”

“I believe those who desperately wanted you dead should already be informed of your supposed assassination.”

“We will grant them a short-lived accomplishment to keep living in their pitiful delusion…”