I lay on the ground, silent and still, after hours of screaming and sobbing. The physical pain had subsided, but my mental and emotional state was likely scarred for life. All because of that monster of a man, Samson. At first, I hated him with every fiber of my being, but now, after being humbled and left for dead, unable to move, I realized I had underestimated him. My emotions and recklessness had led me into his trap. I needed to do better, become ruthless, and beat him at his own game. But those worries were for the distant future, as I was still paralyzed and alone in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere.A faint, sleep-like urge crept over me, and I feared it was death's silent call, beckoning me to take my final slumber. I fought to stay awake, but my eyes finally shut down, leaving me at the mercy of the unknown.The next day, I woke up in a hospital bed, groggily opening my eyes to find Chris sitting beside me, exhausted and lightly dozing off. I felt a mix of
The silence between us stretched out for a minute, the only sound the steady beep of the machines monitoring my vital signs. Finally, Mrs. Deli spoke up, her voice low and mysterious."The Samson you currently know could never be half the man your father was."I felt a surge of frustration. What did she mean by that? Was she avoiding my question on purpose? I had asked her if Samson was my biological father, and instead of giving me a straight answer, she was giving me some kind of cryptic message."What do you mean?" I pressed, trying to keep my voice even. "Was Samson my father or not?"But Mrs. Deli just shook her head, her expression enigmatic. "I've said all I can, Daniel. Please, just leave it alone."I was about to interrogate her further when the doctor entered the room, a cheerful smile on his face. "Ah, Mrs. Deli, I see you're visiting our patient. That's great to see!"Mrs. Deli took the opportunity to make a quick exit, bidding me a hasty goodbye. "Take care, Daniel. Get w
As I jogged,my legs pounded the pavement. My jog turned into an all-out exercise as my feet barely touching the ground, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Without hesitation, I launched myself into a full-blown parkour display, my body moving with a fluid grace that defied human limits. The wind rushed past me, whipping my hair into a frenzy as I devoured the urban landscape. I leaped onto buildings, my legs coiling and uncoiling like springs as I propelled myself across impossible distances.Even seasoned parkour enthusiasts would deem my stunts suicidal, but I was born different. And I reveled in it. I continued to soar over fences, my legs tucking up effortlessly as I cleared each obstacle with ease. I flipped over rooftops too, my arms extending to absorb the impact as I landed with precision on the balls of my feet.I felt alive, my senses heightened as I scanned the urban landscape for my next move. I spotted the tallest fence on the block and sprinted
"Hey, Daniel, can I tell you something?" Chris said, his eyes fixed on the road ahead."Sure, what's up?" I replied, my mind still reeling from the events of the previous day."I know why we couldn't track Samson down yesterday," Chris said, his voice low and serious."Yeah, I already knew," I said, my eyes narrowing. "He hacked our satellite map app."Chris's expression turned incredulous. "How did you know?""Because he sent me his exact location," I said, my voice laced with a hint of irony.Chris shook his head. "Daniel, I can't believe you went in alone. We had valuable information that could have taken him down with a whole SWAT team."I sighed, feeling a pang of regret. "I trusted my abilities, Chris. I thought I could take him down."Chris's eyes widened. "But Samson...he's not just anyone. He has herculean strength, and he's brutal. He knows combat tactics, including acupuncture."I shuddered at the memory. "I still can't believe it. Who weaponizes acupuncture points to cripp
As I rode to the station, the darkening clouds mirrored my inner turmoil. My feelings were chaotic, a mix of bittersweet emotions - relief that Samson wasn't invincible, but frustration that he still escaped. I recalled Mrs. Deli's warning, and it dawned on me that it was only a matter of time before Samson took his sweet revenge.The police station loomed ahead, a typical concrete building with a bustling atmosphere. But as I entered, I was met with an eerie silence. The receptionist, Mrs. Davis, sat alone, her eyes fixed on me with an unsettling intensity. I approached her, asking where everyone was, but she ignored my question and said, "Dear Danny, Sam sends his greetings." Her hand flashed out, gun in hand, and I barely dodged the bullet. My superhuman adrenaline kicked in, and I disarmed her by disassembling her gun. Reassembling the gun, I pointed it back at her."What's wrong with you, Mrs. Davis? How do you know Samson?" I demanded, but before I could continue, she clicked a
As I stood there, frozen in shock, Father Gabriel slowly emerged from his hiding place. He approached me, his eyes filled with compassion, and gently took my arm. "Come, my son," he said. "We need to get you out of here. You're not safe."I nodded, still in a daze, and let him lead me away from the carnage. We walked through the empty pews, the only sound being the creaking of the old wooden benches. As we reached the entrance, I saw the police cars pulling up outside, their sirens blaring.Father Michael opened the door, and I stumbled out into the bright sunlight, gasping for air. The officers rushed towards me, their faces filled with concern. "Daniel, what happened?" one of them asked.I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. Father Michael took over, explaining the events that had unfolded. As he spoke, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, I would finally be safe from Sam's grasp.But as I looked back at the dead bodies in the church, I saw somethi
As I waited for Chris to return, his phone rang, shrill and insistent. I answered it quickly, expecting to tell the caller to try again later, but my anger and concern spiked when I heard Mrs. Deli's voice on the other end. "Hello, is this Chris?" she asked, her tone gentle and measured."Mrs. Deli, what do you want from Chris?" I demanded, my anger mixed with concern. "I'm grateful you saved him, but I'm shocked you left with your attacker!"She cut me off, her voice rising in urgency. "Daniel, this is no time for chit-chat. Sam wasn't happy I saved Chris; he wanted him dead to spite you, but—"Before she could continue, someone took the phone from her, and a new voice spoke in a hypnotic, feminine tone. "Rise to your feet, Daniel," she commanded, her words weaving a spell of obedience.I felt a surge of resistance, but my body responded, my legs straightening as I stood up. The voice continued, "Go outside and push Chris over your balcony."My mind recoiled in horror, but my body be
We rolled up to the deserted warehouse on the outskirts of town, its rundown facade looking super creepy in the fading light. I cut off the engine, and the silence was deafening, except for the creaky old sign swaying in the gentle breeze. Chris wasn't with me, but I knew he had my back, watching from a distance with his sniper rifle locked and loaded.I stepped out of the car, my boots making a loud echo on the pavement. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel Chris's eyes on me from his spot on the hill. I walked forward, scanning the area like a hawk, my senses on high alert for any sign of trouble.As I approached the warehouse, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was the mysterious woman who'd tried to hypnotize me earlier, her eyes gleaming with a sinister vibe. She stepped forward, a sly smile spreading across her face like a crack in a mirror."Welcome, Daniel," she said, her voice all husky and seductive. "I've been waiting for you."I stood tall, my eyes locked on