As dawn broke, a soft light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Erica stirred, the events of the previous day rushing back to her. Sullivan was already awake, sitting at the small desk by the window, poring over maps and documents. He looked up as Erica sat up in bed, stretching."Morning my love." he greeted her with a tired smile. "Did you manage to get some rest?""Some," Erica replied, running a hand through her hair. "I see you didn't sleep much."Sullivan shrugged. "There's too much to be done. I was going over our plans for the South. We need to be ready for anything."Erica got out of bed and joined him at the desk. "Let's review everything once more before we meet with our supporters."Sullivan nodded, handing her a sheet of paper. Erica's eyes lit up in surprise because Sullivan barely told her anything of his plans ever since the incident with the masked man.At this point, she wondered what could have possibly changed his mind."I made
After all, they left John and stepped inside the room with a gloomy expression. Doctor Lee noticed his presence and acknowledged him with a nod."You'll be fine." Doctor Lee said to Evelyn then started packing his bag."Thank you," Evelyn replied.John kept silent as he watched the doctor pack his stuff"I'm done." Doctor Lee said to John."Let me escort you back to the jet." He offered."Theirs no need and besides didn't you want to check up on the patient."His eyes shot wide open for a moment then he gave a nod.Evelyn's eyes were fixed on John and his on hers.Doctor Lee cleared his throat which caused John to snap away from his thoughts."I'll be on my way now." He said that he took his bag and started walking to the door."Hey," Evelyn said weakly.John paused, turning back to her, his expression unreadable."How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice softer than usual."Better, thanks to you," Evelyn replied, her gratitude evident.John shrugged, trying to downplay his concern.
She was coy, clingy and she knew it. He was going to object but she still had to try. John sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "Alright, but just until you fall asleep."He returned to her side, pulling up a chair. As he sat down, Evelyn's eyes fluttered open briefly, a small smile playing on her lips."Thank you," she whispered.John nodded, settling into the chair. "Just close your eyes and rest."For a while, the only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of Evelyn's breathing as she slowly drifted off to sleep. John watched her, his thoughts racing. He had always been a man of action, a soldier trained to fight and protect. But sitting here, watching over Evelyn, he felt a different kind of responsibility—one that was new and strangely comforting.His mind wandered to the events that had brought them here, the battles fought, and the lives lost. He thought of Sullivan and the five great families, of the ongoing conflict that seemed to have no end. Yet in thi
"John it's seven am in the morning what are you doing here." She asked with curiosity.John felt his heart beating against his chest very fast. Somehow he didn't want Erica to know that he spent the night in Evelyn's room so she wouldn't misunderstand."I.." He stuttered racking his brains for the right words to say.Erica raised a brow at him waiting for his response.He took a glance at the door and exhaled."Perhaps you spent the night here?" Erica asked with a smile.John's eyes fell wide open and Erica burst into laughter."At this point don't even bother to deny it because your face has already given you away.""Evelyn told me to stay with her for the night that she was scared." John replied.Erica moves forward and placed a hand on his shoulders."I don't think that you owe me an explanation of how to live your life." She smiled."You should get some sleep because it looks like you didn't get any last night." She with a wink.John cleared his throat as his cheeks turns fluste
Jason stares at the prison cell. He felt awfully weak and tired. He didn't know how long he had been here nor could he remember the last time he saw Scar. "That punk," he cursed under his breath using the Little energy he had left to clench his fist.He hadn't eaten for days and he was thirsty.All hope of living or escaping left him alone time again after his many failed attempts.Scar had left him here to die and he accepted his fate but he saw in his heart that if ever he did live he was going to kill that bastard.He lay on the ground staring at the darkness.He missed the warmth of the sun.He misses his home, his life as the young master of the jab.He wanted to go home to his mother.He told himself that he was not going to cry but at this moment he was broken to the core and he let the tears run down his face.He slowly closed his eyes awaiting his only date which was death.Not quite long he heard the clicking sound of the door and his eyes snapped wide open.He wondered w
Jason's body screamed for relief, his mouth parched and his muscles aching from the constant strain. The bottle of water seemed to taunt him, its clear contents gleaming invitingly in the dim light. His mind was a whirlwind of desperation and anger, the memory of Scar's smug face pushing him toward defiance.He stretched out his hand closer to the water. But he quickly withdrew his hand and shut his head. "I can't give up just like this." He muttered.But the need for survival was stronger. He needed strength to escape, to fight back. The rumbling of his stomach just seemed to make things even worse for him.He stares at the bottle this time with an intense gaze.He knew taking that water meant submitting to scars will.He was already imagining the kind of torment that awaited him if he did what his body was craving desperately.After a while, he concluded that it was best to live to fight another day.Slowly, painfully, he crawled towards the bottle.He barely had strength becaus
Jason's eyes lit up with hope at the thought of his grandparents coming."Hopefully he can try and convince them to take him back with them.""Don't start getting funny ideas because you are not going anywhere," Scar said firmly."I'll tell them about what you did to me.""Go ahead do I look like I care." scar said with a hint of worry in his words."I'll simply just explain that it's training and they will surely understand.""After all our elite soldiers go through such ever worse procedures and you want to rule them. What right do you have." Scar scoffed."Just because you are their grandson doesn't give you any fucking right because you don't know what kind of pain they had to undergo.""Now that you are going through training yourself I'd say you are starting to have an idea about it "Scar retorted."Their job is to follow orders why the fuck should I care about what happens to them or what they have gone through..." Jason's words were silent when he punched him hard in the face
Jason felt a pang of betrayal. His grandfather had orchestrated this hellish "training" and endorsed Scar's cruelty. Here he was thinking that his grandfather was going to save him from Scar.He chuckled bitterly.What a wishful thinking, he thought. Jason’s mind raced back to the actions that led him here, his reckless behavior that got his friend killed.He regrets but he is too stubborn to admit it."Grandfather," Jason said, his voice a whisper of pain and disbelief. "You... you told Scar to do this?"He was expecting another form of answer but his grandfather’s face hardened, all traces of concern vanishing. "Yes, Jason. I did. Your parents sent you away because they believed you were too weak, too irresponsible. You got your friend killed, and they feared you would bring more shame and danger to the family.""No, they did this to save my life. They told me it was just for the moment and when things calm down they would...""And you believe them?" His grandfather chuckled."