Even though the rubber gloves did not stop his decaying powers entirely, they did decay the slowest. It allowed him to still touch things when he wore them. There was also something incomprehensible about his power which he could not understand; even though everything he touched did decay, some things decayed unusually fast, while others decayed a little slowly. It was as if something subconscious was at play which he could not control.. perhaps it was just the system.Shawn picked up the bowl and started drinking the soup without using the spoon.He wasn't given the knife and other cutleries when he was at the facility, and he had to eat things with his hands, so this had become his habit not to use such things.He finished the soup in an instant. His hunger was satiated. He turned back and started leaving without saying anything to the ones that had fed him. He was curious if they would ask him for something in return. Was it that they helped him because they were good? That wasn't
A tense atmosphere filled the room as Paolo commanded his scar-faced follower to break the legs of Weston's wife. As the dark-haired woman stepped back subconsciously, Weston prepared himself mentally to fight with his life on the line to protect his wife.“Aaah!”The scar-faced man had only taken a few steps when he stopped as he heard a scream coming from behind. He turned back in haste along with Paolo and the others.As people looked back, they saw a dried-up corpse lying on the ground, which happened to be a fully healthy man previously. A fourteen to fifteen-year-old kid could be seen standing near that body.Shawn had removed his gloves and kept them in his pocket, but some of them could still be seen hanging out of his pockets. He stood tall with an expressionless face.«Havoc point 1 obtained»«Ding!Havoc point is almost at one hundred. The host is advised to farm Havoc points to upgrade Immortality.»“You did this!?” Paolo exclaimed in shock as he stared at Shawn. Strangely
“You're done. Now, it's my turn!” Shawn said as an evil smile played on his lips.Shawn had caught the gun of Paolo with his bare hands, closing the opening of the gun. Paolo had kept on firing, unable to think clearly. The bullets kept passing through Shawn's palm, leaving a big hole. Now hearing the words of Shawn was akin to hearing the devil's voice inviting you to dine with him in hell. Paolo almost shat in his pants.“N. No, stay away from me!” Paolo stuttered as his face lost all its blood in fear. Never before has he been this scared, but then again, never again has he come face to face with the devil himself.He could not help but step back like a frightened bunny. His heart thumped like crazy, and he could feel his health getting worse. Paolo's head also started spinning as he started feeling sick. This was a nightmare. It wasn't a variant but a grim reaper. He knew about a few variants, but none of them were this frightening. The teenage boy in front of him was certainly th
Weston's wife Emilia could not help but drop to her knees as her legs started shaking. She could hold the fear no longer, and she fell to the floor in a dishevelled heap we her grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears. Her entire body was shivering as tears kept flowing out of her eyes. Weston ran to his crying wife and took her in his embrace.“It's alright. Everything's alright. There is no need to worry.” he comforted his wife.“We're safe.”Although they were both shaken from the core of their heart, Weston knew that he needed to keep his calm so that he could comfort his wife. He had just gone through a deadly situation, but his wife went through even worse. A man was killed when he was just a few inches away from her. Not only that but she was also taken hostage previously. Weston could only imagine what she must be going through.Emilia bawled her eyes out as she hugged Weston tightly. Her crying voice seemed very painful. Weston kept wiping the tears that managed to
I'm not doing this because I want to either. But because we must. It is dangerous to be allowed to walk free. We must inform the cops. The boy needs to be caged to keep everyone else safe, or we can only imagine how many lives he will take.” Emilia told her husband as she dialled the number of the ARV emergency line.“But that boy.. he will be caged like a beast. We don't know what they will do to him. He might even be killed. Is this okay? No matter what, he did save our lives.” Weston stressed as he stepped forward. He caught her left hand with both his hands which stopped her from calling. Weston looked at the eyes of his wife, full of emotions.“Please think again.” *Shawn reached the higher floors and walked towards the nearest door, where he heard some sound coming from. Within seconds, he reached the door, but he did not open it as he was close enough to hear what was being talked about inside.The first thing he heard was Emilia talking.“I have thou
Jacksonville Florida was peaceful. The chirping of birds could be heard. People were going to their work while some were coming back from their work. In the same city existed a restaurant, which had a 'closed' board hung on the door.Due to this board, no one tried entering this place, not that it generally has any traffic anyway.Inside the restaurant, hordes of bodies could be seen spread everywhere. It seemed like a slaughter had taken place here only recently. As for the person who had caused the slaughter, he was upstairs.The bottom floor of this building was the restaurant, whereas the top floor was the residential quarters of the couple who owned the restaurant. Unfortunately, that same couple was standing with a pale face in front of Shawn.It seemed as if someone had sucked the blood off their faces, but it was clear that this was because of the fear they were experiencing. They had just talked about informing the police of Shawn. Not only that, they had even said that it wa
The sky was covered in heavy clouds, providing much-needed shade to the ground. In the shade of the clouds, a young fifteen-year-old boy was walking through the streets of Jacksonville Florida.The boy was wearing what seemed like properly clean clothes that were a little big compared to his size, but they weren't creating any discomfort.As the boy walked, he kept looking to his left and right as if he was trying to find something.“Where is it..” he muttered with a confused face. Why was it so hard to find his own home?Shawn had not been to his home in five years, and even before that, he did not know where it was. So he was having an exceptionally hard time trying to find his home.He kept walking through the city from one road to another. He checked every road and every alley to find his home but to no avail. Unfortunately, he did not even know if his house still existed. It had been so long, that the house might have been destroyed to have another building take its place. He did
*2008*Rapid footsteps could be heard as a boy ran through an alley with a cake box in his hand. His black hair was dusty and sweat covered his dark-skinned face. He seemed so eager to get to his destination and not even the fatigue showing on his face could deter him. He ran as he panted till he got to a small house, he stopped and knocked.“Mom! Dad! I'm back.” his small voice rang out. This boy was (is) me. My name is Mackintosh Perch, from Central Africa and my life-changing journey begins on this day, on my birthday.A joyous day in the family as it's my birthday. I had just clocked the age of nine and my Uncle came from Malaysia (Africa) to celebrate my birthday. I was greatly shocked as well as exhilarated, yet although he came bearing gifts, I still had this tingling sensation that all would soon change. I couldn't explain it but I knew he didn't come from Malaysia just to celebrate my birthday, either he came with good news or it was pure bad news. Well, I didn't have to wait