The Next Showdown
The other nurses rushed to assist Phil, who was walking slowly, leaning on the wall at intervals. The name on her name tag decoratively hung from her breast."Vicky, you were in charge of the wounded guy who walked in here earlier. Did you give him the proper medications?" Nurse Gracie asked, turning to look at the earlier nurse who had handled Phil in the emergency room."Gracie, there's nothing I can do for that guy. I only had to give him proper first aid, but he is a scholarship student and, as you know, he'll need to apply for his medication bills from his scholarship source," she yanked off with a quirked eyebrow, turning to Phil with her usual smirk which suggested mockery."Vicky, you should know that he is a patient and wouldn't be lucky, rich, or connected like you and the other students here. So always try to assist, please," Nurse Gracie yelled at the others who treated Phil with contempt, unknown to her of his true personality.She rushed to a drawer, picked a file, and brought out the scholarship application slip."What's your name, please?" she asked politely, but then Phil looked at her as she bent over."What a perfect ass you've got there, ma'am.Nurse Gracie was shocked, she couldn't believe that to come from a patient she was trying to assist."What did you just say? the nurse asked with a widened stare and a tight jaw.The other nurses laughed hysterically."I wonder if you're some sort of Holy Mother or always trying to be better than everyone here," Nurse Vicky replied, nursing deep feelings of annoyance at Gracie."You needed to see how she let go of her pay last month to assist some poor folks. "You should open up a free medical center to win the award for the best nurse," another nurse replied bitterly, with scorn and contempt in her tone, as they laughed in unison."It's pathetic that she's got some bills to foot," the other added as they laughed even harder now.Phil couldn't believe the weight of humiliation that was rained on him at the medical unit. He could understand the difference in class structure; it was obvious that it spread everywhere."How much are the medications, Ma?" He asked defiantly."It's $800, Everything is costly here. You know it's a high-end institution," she raised her eyes to Phil, who was staring at her without an iota of surprise.~~~~~~~~~~~~~Phil's emotions shifted the intoxication from the marijuana he smoked earlier increased, enveloping him in an aura of intense energy. Obvious to everyone else in the room, he focused on the nurse's identification. He ran his fingers through the air, as though gesturing."See that, he is even mentally unstable!" Nurse Vicky screamed, her voice laced with disdain.Nurse Gracie jumped in fear from her recent position, her eyes wide with surprise and fright at Vicky's words. Liam's power seemed to read through her, a form of hacking through her details."What are you pointing at, boy?" The nurse asked hastily, but then Phil smiled, his darkened teeth showed."You've got a round perfect body", he blinked his eyes but before he could notice what was happening, the nurse had called security who rushed in to seize him.**********At the other side of the block, Liam quickly credited the school's account with $1,0,000. It dropped instantly, but the notification was off. He turned to the cashier, who was already reaching to get the application bill from him, he had applied for a new ID only to be insulted by the cashier."Here, Ma, please apply fast. his health is fast deteriorating, and the inflammation on his face needs to be taken care of," A woman said politely, handing Liam's application booklet to the cashier. She then rushed to the refrigerator to fetch him an energy drink."Here, boy, this should help energize you in the meantime." No one needed to tell Liam that she was a good woman.He nodded gently in his feigned pretense. "Don't worry, Ma, I'll be fine," he replied hastily."Are you scared of footing the bills?" the woman asked with a smile on her face. "I will make sure I take care of some of those bills, Liam." She gestured as she talked.Liam stretched to get the drink, thanking the woman severally.30 minutes later, Liam had fallen asleep, his head resting on the sofa. He had thought of how to leave the ID center without much questioning, as his blue light rays could heal faster than the needed application. Of course, the amount of money resting in his account could foot the bill for anything he needed there, but he was scared of being exposed, as he couldn't control his newly gained powers.A voice woke him with an unusual tap. He blinked and saw a familiar face. Yes, it was Lindy."Hey, I've been looking for you everywhere, Liam," she shrugged, her tiny voice filling the room. "What are you doing here? What's wrong with your face?" She bent to look properly."I'm fine, Lindy," Liam replied coldly."No, you're not," she cut in, snapping her fingers on Liam's face and his eyes flickered in response."I said, what's wrong with your face? Is there anything you're not telling me?" She queried as though she was indeed concerned."I think it's time I let the school authorities know about these things you go through, Liam."The women turned to stare at Lindy. The curiosity in their faces was visible enough."What happens when you put your fingers in a crocodile's mouth?" a student with a fractured leg asked. His humor made Lindy giggle."He got bitten, man. So there's nothing to report to the school authorities here. They'll never say a word about it," the boy added, rolling his hands on the fracture as though he was trying to ease the pain."Hey there!" Another voice caught Liam's attention. It was Vanguard. She was told that Liam was in the ID center, and she walked into the space with all amount of bellicosity."Liam, why did you do that shit you did? Why did you fail to keep to your part of our agreement?" She yelled, her jaw dropped in anger."I paid off and rescued you from Sandra's humiliation, and you thought you could play smart, right?" Her hands grabbed Liam's shirt."You bastardized liar!" The women rushed to the scene, but before they could rescue Liam, Vanguard landed a heated slap on his face. The sound of it echoed through the room.The weight of that humiliation hit Liam like a piercing knife. He rubbed his face slowly, trying to ease the additional pain. The swelling parts of his face reddened.Beggars At His FeetLindy caught in immediately. "I think he wasn't fine, Vanguard," she tried to calm Vanguard, but the annoyance in Vanguard boiled even more.Vanguard grabbed Liam's shirt with a firm grip, her fist tightened the more. The women pushed to separate her, but not until she let loose of his shirt. Two buttons fell off."Stop it, girl, can't you pity his condition? Do you have no conscience?" a dark woman asked Vanguard, who was breathing heavily at that moment."Allow her to teach him a lesson," another student added. A smirk showed on her face as she looked at Liam with a fixed stare, running her eyes up and down."I now see the reason why you have all these punches on your face," Lindy responded from where she was sitting. "You can't imagine that everyone is against him except for the little girl right there". Everyone's eyes turned in the direction of the woman's fingers, who turned to point at Lindy, but before it could settle, Lindy was already walking out of the
Liam strolled through the hallway, his footsteps creating an echo that lingered behind him. The students he walked by hardly knew the person they thought they recognized. The timid boy who allowed others to take advantage of him was no longer present; instead, there was a person who radiated a sense of calm power. Lindy stood at the entrance, feeling her heart race. What was the recent event? She had always seen Liam as fragile, someone who could be easily controlled. This Liam, who had an unshakable confidence and a pile of money, was a stranger to her. She nibbled on her lip as her previous laughter slowly turned into doubt. Attempting to pursue him, she hesitated, uncertain of what she should say. Vanguard was a different issue. She had consistently relished her control over Liam, but currently, she experienced a peculiar blend of annoyance and respect. What was the source of his wealth? Why did he choose not to inform anyone? Her mind raced as she attempted to harmonize the Liam
Liam was awakened by the sound of rain hitting his window. The room was filled with a gray hue as the heavy clouds outside dimmed the morning light. He spent a brief moment lying still, gazing at the ceiling, with thoughts of the day before racing through his head. Everything seemed changed now—he seemed changed. He experienced a newfound clarity, realizing he was gaining insight into his true self and what steps he needed to take. However, along with that clarity came a feeling of discomfort. He understood that the money and power he possessed separated him from others and made him vulnerable to being targeted. Individuals would seek his guidance, assistance, and support, and he questioned his capability to deal with it all. He had to be cautious and manage the story before it slipped away from him. He quickly dressed in a hoodie and jeans after getting out of bed. While he was lacing up his shoes, his phone vibrated on the bedside table. A message appeared on the screen from Lindy
The next day, Liam woke up feeling determined. The decisions he had made continued to weigh heavily on him, but instead of feeling scared, he experienced a peculiar sensation of excitement. He was entering a new phase of his life, where he held the reins. However, along with that control also came the requirement for carefulness – every step he took would be monitored, every behavior examined. Following a speedy breakfast, Liam departed from his dormitory, his thoughts already active with anticipation for the upcoming day. The campus was lively in the morning, with students bustling to classes and chatting in small groups, but Liam couldn't help but notice the quiet looks and whispers directed at him. News had circulated about his confrontation with Vanguard, causing a stir of interest in the boy who had emerged from obscurity. While walking, Liam saw Vanguard in the distance chatting with a group of students close to the library. She saw him and fixed her eyes on him, assessing
During the upcoming days at Opulent University, there was a noticeable atmosphere of tension. Liam was burdened by the presence of the impending threat of "The Purge", causing every encounter to be filled with possible peril. He was aware that he needed to remain vigilant and use strategic thinking to prevent becoming a target of the schemes being plotted against him. During one of his classes, he observed Vanguard, who appeared aloof and bitter ever since their previous meeting. Although she occasionally glanced at him, her demeanor was colder than usual. Liam noticed she was still bothered by the events of the previous night, but he had more important matters to attend to. He had to concentrate on collecting information and building alliances. Following the class, Liam headed to the library to rendezvous with Lindy. Upon his arrival, he observed a cluster of students gathered around a table, whispering and sneaking glances towards him. The air was filled with intrigue and rumors.
Excitement and gossip filled the campus as the scheduled purge neared. Liam, Jordan, and Lindy were very vigilant, formulating plans and backup plans in their minds. Having their proof ready and the administration informed about the dangers, they were optimistic that the situation could be resolved before it worsened. Lindy had been putting in a lot of effort to gather backing from fellow students. She successfully arranged a meeting with student leaders from different groups who were disenchanted with the current situation. The meeting was scheduled to happen in a private section of the library, hidden from curious onlookers. Upon reaching the library, Liam and Jordan saw a cluster of students outside, appearing both concerned and resolved. Lindy was one of them, conversing enthusiastically with some of the leaders. "Are all preparations complete?" Liam inquired as he joined the group. Lindy gave a nod. "Yes, we have a strong attendance. It is important to ensure that all individu
The campus went back to appearing normal, but the vibe was noticeably changed. The happenings of recent weeks had made a lasting impact on individuals, altering how they viewed things and their relationships with others. Liam, Jordan, and Lindy had embodied resilience and honesty, yet the journey ahead would be anything but smooth. While walking through the campus, Liam observed students looking at him with respect. His heroism after defeating the purge earned him admiration from many, yet he remained cautious. The aftermath of the conflict exposed underlying issues that required attention. In a peaceful section of the library, Liam convened with Jordan and Lindy to plan their upcoming actions. The library had turned into a bustling center of activity, as students gathered to talk about the changes they hoped to make. "We have advanced, but there is still a long way to go," Jordan stated while browsing a notebook brimming with notes and ideas. It is essential that we address corrup
Excitement filled the campus as the year-end festival neared. It was a long-awaited tradition for students, a time of anticipation, contemplation, and the end result of months of dedication. This year, the festival held even greater importance. It was more than just a recognition of academic success, but also a demonstration of the determination and solidarity that had characterized the student community recently. Liam, Jordan, and Lindy had been deeply involved in getting ready for the past few weeks. Being essential parts of the recently formed student council, they had volunteered to coordinate the event, committed to ensuring it was a memorable experience for all. The central area was turned into a lively festival space, filled with booths selling food from various countries, activities, and shows. Students meandered around the booths, soaking in the ambiance and catching up with friends. Laughter and music filled the air, a sharp contrast to the previous tension that had envelo
The period following the gathering at Father Michael's church was more peaceful than anticipated by everyone. Life continued on as though nothing was different, but deep down, everyone understood that it was far from finished. Liam and his group had gone back to their usual activities, but the assignment to take down Harlow stayed in their thoughts like an unshakeable burden. Returning to his full-time position at the mechanic shop, Liam took comfort in the routine of his job. While his hands focused on repairing vehicles, his thoughts consistently returned to the unusual sense of tranquility. It seemed too perfect to be real, and Liam sensed an approaching storm. While the rest had gone their separate ways, the group remained connected through secret messages and occasional, low-key gatherings. Their facade of normality was just a temporary shield; they were all aware it wouldn't endure. Harlow had moved back into the darkness, his existence on the property a menacing danger. His
The night had dragged on, tense and uncertain, but now the morning sun bathed the town in a gentle, golden glow. After the close encounter with Harlow last night, everyone was completely drained - physically, emotionally, and mentally. They had successfully avoided a catastrophe, for the time being, but the task was not yet complete. Although Liam, Jordan, and Rachel successfully returned from Harlow's estate, they were unable to bring back his whole family. Some stayed faithful to Harlow, while some were too scared to go. The victory was tenuous at most. Father Michael convened one last gathering at the church before everyone went their separate ways. The room was a mix of relief and anxiety, with the understanding that this was not yet finished. Father Michael started by expressing his gratitude to everyone in the room for their courage. He looked at every person - Liam, Jordan, Lindy, Rachel, Principal Dawson, and Elena, who was forgiven for her role as a spy for Harlow. "W
The atmosphere in the room was tense following Harlow's son's abrupt entrance with his urgent message. The pale and trembling boy held onto Lindy, who tried to reassure him. Liam, Jordan, and Father Michael shared solemn expressions, feeling the gravity of the situation pressing down on them. "What precise words did your father use?" Jordan inquired with a hushed and pressing tone. The boy, struggling to control his fear, stumbled over his words, saying, "He... he's mad." He is aware that you are all uniting against him. He is scheming a major project. I... I listened to him speaking with his soldiers. "He's on his way to get you."Liam could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around the room, observing the worried expressions on his friends' faces. They were together, but the signs of discord were already starting to appear. Seated in a corner, Elena appeared pale and distant. She had been providing Harlow with information, possibly for sabotage or to ensure survival.
Father Michael's words weighed heavily in the air, just like a dark and ominous storm cloud. Liam felt his heart pounding in excitement as he glanced at Elena, then returned his gaze to the priest. He couldn't stop thinking: Did Father Michael have hidden information, or was he just echoing the rumors they were already thinking about? The group remained immobile, each member contemplating the arrival of the priest, uncertain if it was a gift or a punishment. Father Michael, a man known for his peaceful demeanor and astute insights, had served as a spiritual mentor in the community for many years. However, his mere existence now held an unsettling heaviness. "Is it true?" Lindy shattered the quietness with her sharp voice, slicing through the tense atmosphere. Who is responsible for disseminating them? And for what reason at this moment? Father Michael moved ahead, his aged face clouded with worry. I've learned information during confession that makes me think Harlow's influ
The sun was just starting to rise, spreading a soft orange light over the town, yet inside Liam's house, tension hung thick in the air. The occurrences from the night before were significantly impacting everyone's thoughts. Harlow's unexpected vanishing, Naomi's mysterious actions, and the unsettling possibility of someone in their group being deceitful. Liam, Lindy, Jordan, along with some fresh faces in their group, gathered in Liam's living room, their expressions showing worry. They were now more than just students handling campus problems. This had evolved into something much more threatening - something that could drive them away from each other. Liam walked back and forth in the room, feeling the burden of leadership weighing heavily on him. He realized with a sense of urgency that someone could be providing information to Harlow. The question remains: who could it possibly be? "Are we actually going to continue to act as if there are no problems?" Lindy at last opened
The moon's low position in the sky created eerie shadows over the silent town as Harlow walked towards the isolated house on the edges. Indoors, the lighting was low, yet it provided a slightly eerie glow to the surroundings. This was his safe haven - a distant retreat from the curious gazes of the town, the school, and all those who believed they grasped who he truly was. When he got home, Harlow found his wife Naomi sitting in the living room. Her usual grace and composure were replaced by a stern expression and piercing gaze as she looked at him tonight. She calmly mentioned you were tardy, staying seated. Their kids, Claire and Jacob, were upstairs, probably already in dreamland. Or, at the very least, that's the belief they hoped she would adopt. Harlow took off his coat, his thoughts filled with the school and his upcoming plans. "I had some matters to attend to.” Naomi's lips formed a tight line. "Commerce." "Correct." She spoke with a hint of contempt in her voice. Is your
Liam was positioned in the middle of the room, sensing the gaze of all present upon him. The tension increased with the arrival of Peter, Eleanor, Father Matthews, Principal Hayes, Daisy, and now Lily. Trust had already been fragile, but with each new person, it appeared to crumble even more. He shared a look with Lindy, who was keeping a close eye on Daisy. The doubt she had sown in his mind bothered him. "Okay," Principal Hayes stated, interrupting the tense quietness. We require a strategy. We are eagerly anticipating Harlow's next move. We need to take initiative. With his arms still folded, Peter nodded in approval. "We must ensure the safety of the students. Locate the mole and eliminate any potential dangers before the situation worsens.Eleanor moved ahead, speaking to the room. The festival marked only the start. If Harlow has larger plans, we must determine the specifics and identify his accomplices. Father Matthews, who had been silently watching the group, spoke in a ca
Soft golden hues were cast across the room as morning sunlight filtered through the cabin curtains. The tension remained heavy like a lingering fog despite the uneventful night. While the group woke up, a tense tranquility filled the air. Huddled in a armchair next to the window, Lindy observed Liam quietly making coffee, his mind still weighed down by thoughts from the previous evening. Sarah and Mark, parents of the person, sought shelter in the tiny guest bedroom, quietly discussing their worries until the early hours. Their being there, though reassuring, carried an odd heaviness. It brought to mind for Lindy the shared responsibility they now had - it wasn't only about the festival or Harlow. It was about a more profound issue, something that had been developing long before the chaos started. Upon entering the room, the scent of fresh coffee lingered as Daisy confidently walked in, disrupting the quiet atmosphere. Good morning, everyone. I hope everyone is feeling a bit better
As the group exited the vehicle, they were greeted by the cool and refreshing air surrounding the cabin. The diminishing sunlight from the sunset created a cozy atmosphere on the cabin with wood paneling, surrounded by tall trees. It seemed secure, isolated, and distant from the turmoil they had experienced in recent days. Liam assisted Jordan in extracting Carl from the car, his body hanging useless due to fatigue. They led him cautiously towards the cabin, while Lindy followed behind, keeping a close watch to make sure no one was following them. Upon entering, they were welcomed by the familiar fragrance of old pine and dust, evoking memories of countless summers Lindy's family had enjoyed at the location. It had been years since she visited the cabin, yet it still felt like home in a strangely comforting manner. "Let's help Carl get comfortable," Jordan suggested as he directed him to the aged leather sofa in the corner of the room. He promptly seized the medical kit that Lindy