BREWING STORMS

Alex appeared before a black sedan speeding off on the highway.

He angrily stopped the car with his foot, stomping down on the car's bonnet with a crazy look in his eyes.

The driver panicked and revved up the engine, trying to move forward.

But the car wouldn't budge, not even an inch, making them shiver in fright.

What kind of human stops an over speeding sports car with a kick, overpowering the powerful vehicle in just a move.

“Where is my son?” Alex growled with a mad look in his eyes.

His voice was guttural and cold, sounding as if it came from a long dark tunnel, straight from the pit of hell.

The occupants of the car looked fearfully at the handsome animal before them.

His eyes were totally red with scary symbols dancing in them.

Their silence infuriated Alex, making him shatter the windscreen with a finger, pulling the driver out.

The highway was lonely, so there was no other vehicle plying that route, worsening the poor abductors' plight.

“Which son? We…we didn't see your son,