A job in a clinic or a hospital was not forthcoming and learned why. With the little medical experience he had working as a part-time nurse for a clinic many years ago while trying to offset his student loan, he needed a little polishing up to do before thinking of being fully employed. But bills were piling up, although Tracy had just bought him a whole house, the tenants living there still had a probationary period of six months to get out of the property when their lease expired, Which meant that Leon would not be making any money off the building for a very long time unless he was considering giving out the house close to the trash can to someone - which he wasn't. Leon promised himself that he would surely pay Tracy back once he could afford to. With Sylvester's words still echoing through his mind, he wondered if there would ever be a time he showed up at the Caden family and was treated with respect. Right there on the porch step of his house that morning, he made hims
Everyone gasped at his strength As he quickly flung off the heavy door they had all been struggling with for minutes. He stepped into the cold refrigerator and pulled out the young boy. He was still wheezing helplessly and the waitress quickly brought him an inhaler. "Let him have this and he will be fine," She said, handing it to him quickly. But learn to the inhaler and place it on the floor, grabbing the boy's hand. "What are you doing?! He is running out of time, he has been in there for a very long time, and he needs to take his inhaler immediately," She cried out but Leon paid her no attention. He held onto Joseph's hands and channeled the power of the ring through him, he could feel his lungs regenerating again and all the fluid dried up. It took a few more minutes before he was able to get him back to normal and that is when he pulled away. "Oh my God, what have you done?" One of the men asked if he was the same cook who threatened to report Emelda to the cops. "He is no
Leon heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the familiar face. It was Bully, his friend from a long time ago when he was still working with his boss. "What are you doing here, don't tell me you chose the easier life," Leon said. Although he was visibly relaxed, the power of the ring was still pulsing within him, just in case Billy was not as harmless as he thought. "No, I don't quite think I'm cut out for such life," Billy replied and pulled off the mask. He grabbed Leon's hand and lifted himself off the floor. "So, what are you doing here? Why did you break into my apartment?" Leon asked and then on a second thought, he added, "Wait, I just got to this place yesterday, did you even know it was my apartment or you were randomly breaking into people's place?" He asked, his tone accusatory. Billy laughed, but the sound was thin, almost like he was struggling too. "I knew it was your apartment, dumbass, I have been following you for weeks now, maybe not you but the healer," he rep
The next day finally came, his first day at work after losing his first job. He could feel the melancholic memories attempt to overwhelm him as he recalled the craziest day of his life. He had lost his job, his wife, and almost his life on the same day. Pulling on his t-shirt s and a clean pair of denim blue jeans, he got into his Mitsubishi, and in a few minutes he was at work. He noticed that someone was already at the porch of the cafe to receive him. It was the boy he had healed from the other night, he looked better now, his face a lot healthier. "Welcome, great one, Madam Emelda instructed me to give you this, you will be on manager henceforth," the boy said and handed him a small tag. Leon was surprised, the old lady had told him that he would be the handyman around the cafe just in case they ever needed him around. "I don't understand, she said I was just a handyman," he replied, a confused look in his eyes. The boy smiled at him saying, "She just called all of us to
Very far away from where Leon slept that night, somewhere close to the shores of the city, just before the lake, in a high and towering mansion, a very powerful man lay rather lifelessly on his high bed. He could not say a word to any of his servants and everyone looked at him worriedly. Beside him was a doctor clothed fully in and lab coat, his face framed by large thick glasses. Two men stood right beside the doctor, one a brother of the wealthy man and another his loyal servant. "How is he doing, is there any improvement?" The man on the left asked worriedly. The doctor sighed tiredly and shook his head. "He is not doing any better than the last time, for some reasons I can't explain. These medications aren't helping his condition," The doctor replied. "Well, do something!" The man on the left bellowed, clearly the impatient one. The doctor jerked a little in his seat at such a harsh tone. From the very second he was hired, he was walking on eggshells, afraid that an
The atmosphere was charged with strange energy, Leon could feel the ions and atoms moving fluidly before him, around the woman beside him was dark dust, he had to squint to see it but it was right there, hovering over her head. He looked at the other people seated, all looking at him worriedly. He noticed that he could see different colors of the similar dust over their heads too. It was almost indiscernible but he could see it as he narrowed his eyes and focused. The power of the ring told him that the people he saw with dark dust were sick and those with the blue-like dust were healthy. Leon got to his feet just before the crowd began to form, he held the woman that was closest to him and noticed that she was struggling with breast cancer. Leon was surprised at the speed with which he was able to heal her completely. He did not even feel drained. "Wait, please, you have to listen to me, this is not what madam Emelda wants," The waitress tried to plead with him when she notic
The street was still dark as night when the old man's men surrounded Leon. In a few seconds, he felt the strength of a thousand men, and the goons who failed to look intimidating to him before now appeared like toys. "Aren't you going to beg for your life?" One of the goons sneered at him. Leon did not utter a word, he simply stood, studying their movement and determining their next action. "He thinks being proud will get him out of this," another man spat right behind him, kicking him on his left leg. That was all the trigger that Leon needed, he quickly pulled off the bag he had slung on his shoulder and delivered a punch swiftly to the man who fell on the ground, unconscious. "I swear, I don't want to use my gifts to hurt people but you guys never learn," he said coldly. The old man was shocked at how skillfully Leon had taken out one of his strongest men. He could see the uncertainty in the eyes of the rest. "Are you going to let this piece of shit scare you?! Get him and
The crisp evening air chilled Leon slightly as he sat on the park bench and looked out into the open street. Being on the same bench brought back memories of when he had first met with Tracy. It had been a similar day but his heart was a lot broken after his diagnosis. He could recall her melodious voice as she called out to him on the street, begging for help. It was as if his entire life took a downward spiral from then on. It was now a circus show of drama, threats, people worshiping him and people trying to hurt him. Suddenly, a car pulled up right next to him and for a minute, looking at the fancy high heeled shoe that stepped out, his heart skipped as he thought of Tracy. But it wasn't her, another sophisticated lady walked out of the vehicle hand-in-hand with a man as they strolled into the park. Something woke inside of Leon at that moment, he looked around him and noticed that he was all alone. No one cared about him anyways despite his gifts. The incident at the bed