The sound of the waves splashing against rocks filled the room where Silas sat.Even at the expense of gaining the treasure he had been seeking for, he was still wary of William Winchester. The guy was a determined fool, not that the Winchesters had anything on him because of his newly gained treasure.Silas grinned as he thought of how much difficulty the Winchesters and the general public would have trying to find him. All of his properties were confiscated and he had no place in his old villa anymore. But Silas had no thought of it, not that the house meant much to him and also, he had made prior plans in case of any mishap in the full execution of his plans.The house was situated in an isolated island space far from the Academy and it was also hidden from the public by a technology that engineered MANNA to conceal things. People, places and even a whole Island If he wanted. The technology was something he’d created as a play-project in preparation of his plans. He never kne
Evening met Samantha staring into space in the room. Her eyes were fixed on her father who chatted away at the large brown round table where all the older men sat and discussed. Her father looked elated as he gave evil responses to the discussion that they had. ‘I can't do this,’ she thought. ‘This is not my father.’ ‘He's not the man I grew up loving and looking up to. Her ruby eyes teared a bit at her thoughts. Maybe. Just maybe he could change.’ ‘I'll give him the benefit of the doubt for just a few minutes. He could redeem himself.’ Samantha knew, she knew giving her dad more time would just be stalling the result she would inevitably get. It was not that she didn't know that, she just really wished that her father would not become worse than he already was. “I'm sure we have the victory already, the power of the Helm will save us. We need not fear, the Winchesters will eat dust soon.” Edward Dennin stated again, a soul wrenching look of hate formed on his face. Samant
Alice exhaled, a white puff of hot breath warming the cold air in front of her. She looked up to see the Titan in the distance, standing tall and gallant, yet broken from the attack. The sight did something to her. The sight caused Alice to muse about the irony of life. The great untouchable Titan was broken, the thought never crossed her mind. The Winchester compound was awake by the time Alice got back with security personnel taking shifts and the construction workers were back to their repair duty. It seemed as though life had returned back to the compound. But she knew, Alice knew that those dutiful activities of the men was plainly one of responsibility and no other motivation. There was a fear in the atmosphere and the people were anxious because of the attack by Silas. However Alice could see that little by little the people found joy amidst their fear. At the thought, a small smile touched Alice's lips. After a few minutes of walking , Alice reached the Academy
Drake sat at the end of the bed in Kathlyn's resting room.It's almost noon and she had remained asleep for close to eleven hours. And Drake has started to worry. Her breathing was steady, her eyelids tightly shut, hiding her usually haughty eyes, her long lashes curve accentuated her eye area, giving her a peaceful look.Drake had no reason in particular to worry. But he couldn't help it, she was sleeping almost too soundly. Her breathing was balanced and patterned. She was so peaceful in her sleep, anyone would mistake her to be a peaceful person in real life also. Drake almost laughed at the thought, he knew that Kathlyn wouldn't want to believe and accept that she was the person who was incapacitated for hours. She took so much pride in her identity as a Khan.Drake walked towards the door in the room, stopping at the threshold to glance at her.She didn't stir. He sighed and left, closing the door quietly behind him. In the small hallway, he looked up to check the time, it
“They need to all be gone.” Silas Homer asserted, causing the group to turn their attention to him. “I couldn't agree more.” Edward Dennin chipped in while others remained quiet. Silas walked towards Edward and patted his shoulder twice before finding his way to a seat in the dimly lit room. “Good. And with that being said, I have a mission for you Dennin.” Silas said, flipping through the papers on the table. “Alright. Tell me, what it is.” Edward said, moving his chair to the left side of the room so he could be close to Silas. “You will be the one to eliminate the first of our targets,” Edward raised a brow. “Who?” “Eric Borough, a senator. And one of the founding elite families.” Samantha watched in worried surprise as her father bobbed his head in a nod, “I'm honored, Silas.” He said with excitement painted on his face. “I'll make sure to not disappoint you.” “Eric is a tough one, Dennin. You must not be careless,” Jared Khan said, his seriousness etched into his face.
“Dad,” Trevor said, welcoming their father back to the hideout. Samantha suspected that her father was still angry about the earlier occurrence and her ‘tantrum’, as he called it. “How was it?” Trevor continued. Edward Dennin simply threw her another displeased look, before fixing his expression and walking inside. Trevor followed suit looking back to ask her what was wrong. He mouthed, his eyes widening as though he was shouting. “What did you do?”Samantha simply gave him a look that would tell a dumb goat that she just told it that it was stupid.Samantha stayed on the porch longer, hearing cheers from within the house. She suspected that her father was hoarding and soaking up all the praise that was poured on him.The journey back had been a horror.Samantha despite being so tired and exhausted didn't sleep a wink because of her deranged father. She feared that the man who seemed absolutely unhinged could kill her in her sleep. Samantha shuddered as the memory of the night bef
Sid Nivrone stared at his father, the man was deadly quiet. It was exactly one hour and forty-eight minutes after the clash between Samantha and Silas, with Samantha escaping with a few tears on her clothes and gashes on her skin, not badly hurt in Sid’s opinion.While she was hurt, his father didn't have a scratch on his body or even dust on his clothes. Sid's staring was because Silas wasn't lashing out, it was true that he wasn't one to scream like a banshee when he was angry. Sid had never encountered him in such a state, however the matter at hand was of someone trying to destroy his plans. The one he lived for. Even Sid had a difficult time guessing what his father was thinking. The hour had gone by with repairs being done to the walls of the house and the cleaning team dusting ash off of Silas's treasure trove.Sid glanced at his watch for the second time in that night.It said it's been ten minutes since the cleaning team left.Vatican Sol stood up to make a call, reducin
Alice had noticed someone following her since she got to the outskirt of the city. She wasn't wary, because she knew who it was. She simply led them to where she was going. Alice smiled, adjusting her bag. Gullible child, she thought. ‘She must really think I don't know she's following me.’ With that thought, Alice increased her pace and walked towards the cabin. * Stuck inside the house for days did nothing to Eren. It didn't make him wary or anxious. It gave him a sense of direction. They might not have had a plan but Eren wasn't shaken by the fact. Instead, he used the opportunity to get stronger, meditating and training. He knew something huge was coming, he could sense it. “Phew!” He huffed, hitting the dummy continuously with precise and calculated strikes. Eren drew out a long breath and exhaled in short puffs as he landed a blow beneath the dummy's head, around its jugular vein. The dummy flew out of position and hit the wall. Eren smirked. A normal human b