“Fuck, you ain’t no ordinary mercenaries, are you?”Raynald growled, keeping his fist up in defense.He could taste the blood on his mouth upon getting sucker punched in the face. A kick then followed it from a different attacker, before receiving a strike on the back by a third individual.The three moved with such coordination that his eyes could barely follow them. Not to mention all of them kept landing a good amount of blow on his body.Even with his hardening ability, their attacks prove difficult, since each hit he’d get from them felt like it vibrated within his insides.But the sudden tingling sensation coming from them gave him a good grasp to know where they would attack. The only problem was that he could not follow their speed and actions.“Stepan, don’t!”One screamed aloud with such a soft voice that it gave them out.But the warning came too late as Raynald had compressed enough of his energy the moment he felt they were about to jump at him.The other two were able to
Sirens continued to wail as several more vehicles arrived. Red lights kept glowing, along with the increasing numbers of police officers moving all over the place.People had already gathered in the area so the officials were busy breaking the crowd, as more on lookers were trying to take picture and peeking at what else they could see behind the yellow line that was placed around there.Of course, the said parameter hid little, considering the entire park had turned pitch black, along with scorch marks from the outside.Since Oliver was close by and being on the investigative committee, he was one of the first to be on the scene.But until then, he could not help but stare at that singular from afar, which was considered the origin of attack. Unable to believe that this would be possible.“Any details on what could have happened here?”A police officer asks because of the long silence. The man was tapping on his pen on the pad, pouting after a deep sigh.That woke Oliver from his pon
Defeated and feeling down to his wits, Oliver went home downtrodden. Head down, shoulders slouch as he dragged his feet upon entering the house.It was like there was this immense weight on his back that made his movements slouchy, weakening from the truth that was being bared at him.“Hey there, everything all right?”A pleasant and calm voice greeted him.It caused him to flinch when he notice how close it was.He felt goosebumps scattering all over his body, gaping in shock when he saw the man behind him.“Sir Chris, you shouldn’t be up. You need to be resting.”Was all he could say.There was this chill that crawled underneath his skin, unable to explain how the guy ended up there without him noticing.He didn’t hear a sound, nor was he able to sense his presence.Though he was deep in thought, he knew that there was no way that he could not have noticed him, considering his innate senses in his surroundings. Unless, of course, he popped out of thin air.He swallowed hard, trying
“How come? Is he in trouble, perhaps?”Sir Chris asks.The atmosphere has become calmer since they started having breakfast. It seems the food was good enough to warrant a conversation.“You know how the sergeant is. He’d always do the right thing, even if it means defying orders.”Oliver sighed, remembering all those recent reports about the man.Though he had talked to him about it, the guy was adamant to continue with his actions, holding firm to his beliefs.“Isn’t that one of his wonderful traits?”That made Chris tilt his head, munching on a piece of bacon as he gave him a questioning stare.“Yes, but it’s also been a cause for problems for him recently. He caught the eye of a few groups wanting to recruit him, together with the ire of the military.”All he could do was pout at the moment before stuffing himself with several pieces of fried egg.He wanted to erase his frustration by eating all his worries away.“I see. So literally, he’s up against the wall here.”Chris nods.Th
“Everything all right with you?”Sir Chris asks.The man was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at Oliver with intrigue. It seems he noticed how the lad was fidgeting and having a hard time putting on his seatbelt in a hurry.Upon realizing his abrupt actions, the youngster took in a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and wits as he calmed himself.“Yeah, I just need to check on something.”He says, smiling before locking the safety device on his seat.After that, he inhales a few more times before starting the car’s engine.Finally moving, sir Chris returns his gaze to the outside, looking at the window to his side as they were going out of the front gates.“You sure it’s okay for me to tag along?”The man asks, keeping his sights at the view on the streets.Seems the special private was as sharp as ever, noticing how the young officer was moving with such haste and urgency after the therapist’s examination.Oliver swallowed hard to remove the lump in his throat.He didn’t want
The ringing of the bells attacked to the door alerted the bartender of an arrival. The server was quick to snap out of his daze, having spaced out for some time now.“Welcome to Wishing well cafe…”The man stops midway his greeting, recognizing one of the two individuals that had entered his store. The familiar person threw a nod, which prompted the guy to straighten up and stop what he was doing.It was Oliver and behind him was the curious sir Chris, who looked around at the eerily quiet and empty place. Only the muffled sounds of vehicles on the streets gave it a sense of reality.Same as before, all the seats remained vacated, though the scent of caffeine lingered throughout the entire room. It would make someone think that they kept the coffee shop reserved for them.“I’m here for the usual.”He says after seeing that nobody was there.Like the last time, the bartender raised his fingers before he lets a loud, crunchy snap. In minutes, the cafe got engulfed with that pulsatin
“Sorry about that, Harold. Sir Chris is jumpy after what happened to him.”Oliver claps his hands together when he noticed the scar on the man’s neck. The special private’s grasp was so tight that it left a bruise on the area.“Tell me about it. Hey, at least he’s on our side.”The guy groaned, wincing from the sting that the mark had caused. He was now gently pressing ice on it so lessen the swell.They both chuckled as they threw a glance at the person, recalling that immense pressure that they suffered from the fellow a while ago.The force of it was strong enough to cause them to freeze in place, which gave the impression that the man was truly powerful.It felt comforting that they had him there right now, though Oliver still did not know what the man’s ability was. Just having him there was sufficient to put them at ease.“Yeah, but I don’t get it. These guys. What would they attain by abducting the sergeant?”He went back to their topic at hand, having recovered from the shock
They’d arrived at a street that was the entry point of pier eight. The houses that stood there were either made of old rusty roofs, light materials such as plywood, or worst tarpaulins strewn together.People of all ages and sizes would walk and run in and out of the area.There were those who were pushing wooden trollies filled with junk to sell at the scrap yard, while some were leaving for work or just arriving from their jobs.Several eyes shifted towards them, bystanders murmuring at one another with their gazes turning sharply.But that did not seem to bother the special private as he continued walking the streets of the said area.“Sir, maybe we shouldn’t go in too far.”Oliver tried reasoning out with the guy, sensing the danger that was afoot. The feel of those glares being thrown at them was enough to make their skin crawl.“You know, you wouldn’t be that obvious if you stop staring and keep your eyes straight.”Chris chuckled, though his own gaze was looking at some stores