After Leon left the Caden mansion. He realized that it hadn't been a very smart decision. It was almost midnight and again, for yet another day, he had no plans of where to spend the night. Finally, he arrived at a small park and sat on the bench. He could feel the chill seep into his light shirt, he was equipped to be in the cold, he'd left his suit at the dinner hall and there was no way he was going back for it. There was nothing in sight but a pair of ducks that flapped about in the small puddle. He looked at the street and it was growing empty too. Leon realized that every day with the deity power left him feeling more alone than he'd ever felt in his life. He was becoming a loner, he was being seen and respected once he demonstrated his power but no one wanted to be close to him unless he wanted to heal them. It was the dad's reality and he wondered how long he'd have to live like that for. A neon light shone a good distance from the park, he decided he needed to ha
Leon heard the scream again just as he turned the corner. The scream was a little far off, on the other side of the street and he moved there. Right on the floor was a middle-aged woman who was clutching her bag tightly and crying. "Ma'am, are you okay?" He asked and she shook her head, "No, they took all my money, all took everything!" She cried out. "Who?" He asked and with shaky hands, she pointed at the water tank by the alley. Leon walked out but she yelled after him, "Don't go in there! They will hurt you," she begged but he wasn't afraid of them. Close to the water tank, he could hear muffled voices. He turned to the east of the tank and sure enough, four men were gathered around a small heap. They were too busy rummaging through the stack to notice him. "You shouldn't steal from old ladies," he said softly and the first thief turned to him. He dragged down his mask quickly over his face but Leon was able to see a pair of dark eyes and black hair before the mask went over
In the car, Leon groaned as he could feel his body bruise when he deactivated the iron cast armor. "How did you do that?" Tracy asked and Leon looked at her questioningly. "I saw you fighting with all those men, it's not like last time when they hurt you," she noted and then looked at him quizzically, "I also watched you take out my men, and they are trained," she said. Leon just shrugged, he wasn't feeling so good after the fight. He hadn't healed anyone the entire day and the power of the ring was quickly diminishing. He was beginning to feel weaker, his head throbbed and the fight in the alley didn't help to keep him energized either. He was a healer and suddenly he caught himself fighting a little too much. Causing pain rather than healing. "Well, you won't tell me the secret of your supernatural strength?" She asked and he replied, "I'm a healer, not a fighter," Tracy laughed at this statement, "I've seen you kick a lot more asses than I've seen you save lives." Leon felt t
The next day, Leon strolled out of the penthouse suite that Steve had given him for the night. He awoke to a complimentary breakfast that was the best thing he'd tasted in a long time. The night had been a peaceful one and he was glad to catch up on all the lost sleep from the trashy apartment. Morning came and his first thought was his car and how to get a decent job in the neighborhood, something he could earn a good living from and save up for his clinic. But each time the thought of the clinic crossed his mind, he sighed. It seemed like a far-off dream with his limited resources. "Good morning, handsome," a voice sounded behind him and Leon whipped around, startled. Tracy stood by the doorway, one hand dropped on the frame and another akimbo. "Did I startle you?" She asked with a bright smile. "A little," Leon replied honestly and pulled on a T-shirt. Tracy was blushing and looking everywhere but at his face. "I'm ready to go now, send my regards to your friend, Steve." H
Chief Sylvester Caden, Tracy's father, was seated on a low armchair, his eyes bright with untamed excitement. His wife, Susan was beside him and she smiled warmly at their guest. The man across from them was a middle-aged man, he wore a light brown jacket over a black shirt and a tie. He was one of the most famous bankers in the city with several investments scattered across Europe. Susan and Sylvester were very pleased to have him in their home. "You're sure there is nothing else you want?" Susan asked and the man shook his head, "This wine is excellent," he commented. Sylvester smiled proudly, he did take pride in his wine collection and there was hardly any guest that didn't compliment his lovely bottles, "I had that one from France, it was the last of its bottle, I paid good money for it," he said and then added, "It's twenty years old." The guest nodded and replied, "I always knew you were a man of class and style." Then he dropped his glass and looked at Susan. "Your daughter
Leon spent the rest of the day getting his new apartment ready, right before his eyes his ex-wife, Annabella, and her new lover, Tom had packed out of the house. He badly wanted to turn down Tracy's gift but he knew pride would be a dangerous poison seeing as he did not even have a place to sleep. "Thank you," was all he said, and then he moved into the apartment. It still felt like he could feel some part of Bella and her lover in the house but he ignored it knowing it was his mind messing with him. Later that evening, Leon had cleared out the living room and the bedroom, vacuuming the dust the way and changing the sheets. Tracy was beside him all along, rolling up her sleeves and helping with whatever he asked and even the ones he did not ask.From the looks that she kept giving him when she thought he wasn't looking, Leon realized that Tracy liked him. It was sad that they would never be together, not with her parents' judgemental behavior, there was no way he could deal with tha
Tracy recognized one of the men even before she saw her father. "My parents have found out I'm not home," she whispered in fear as they watched the men walk down to the living room and grab her. Leon didn't know what was going on and he attempted to defend her immediately, he kicked one of the uniformed men away but at once over a dozen circled him, he was outnumbered. Wondering why Tracy was such a trouble magnet, Leon thought of how he was going to take out over two dozen uniformed men or by himself, shortly after consuming a large plate of omelette and barely having any sleep the previous night. "If you want me, then let her go," he said loudly but none of the men responded. "Did my father put you up to this?" Tracy barked at one of the security men she could recognize. The man was a bearded black man, sturdy with the height of a giant. "Are you in danger, mistress?" He asked her. Tracy snorted, "You broke in here and met me having a peaceful breakfast and now you're asking i
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