Michael ran faster than the speed of light, using the sound of gunshots and objects splintering to guide himself. He was shirtless and cold, but he would be damned if he was too late to get to Avery. For someone short on good food for more than forty eight hours, with his energy tank at an all time low, Michael gratefully banked on the residue of energy he had left.He burst into a dense forest and paused, spinning on the spot to check out his surrounding, inhaling the fresh musk and woody scent. Shocked at the new environment, Michael realized they were not at junkyard. While he was out cold, Shawn had transported him to some remote forest he wasn't sure where it was. "Where are we?" He asked himself, his breath ragged.An explosion rent the air, shaking the earth. He stopped breathing, as Avery crossed his mind. He could only pray she was not exposed to the cross fire. He would never be able to live normally if she lost as little as a strand of hair from on her precious head. Judg
"You're bluffing, right?" Shawn chuckled blandly. He stomped over to Shawn, breathing fire into Khalid's face. Khalid's composure didn't falter. He was unusually calm for someone who just launched a nuclear reactor, like it meant nothing.Sighing, Khalid dipped his hand into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. He took out a paper, which turned out to be a folded picture. He brushed past Shawn and came to Michael's front. "Does this clear your doubts?"Michael had many things to say; many questions to ask, but his vocal cords betrayed him. The picture is old- forty years or more- but he recognized them at first glance. Right there in the picture is young Sister Martha and young Khalid in some beach."We took this picture when we sneaked out of the house to spend time together," Khalid offered in a solemn voice.Michael frowned. "I don't understand. What do you mean sneak out?""This is bullshit!" Shawn cried, unknowingly interrupting Khalid from speaking. "I can't believe this! I'
Michael blinked awake on his knees, straining from chains joining his wrists to a stone wall behind him. Aside the small dim yellow light in the dark space, smelling of rot, blood and death, the room was grim dark. He hung down from the weight, his head lowered to the ground, dripping with water. His shoulders hurt from the awkward stretch. He was about to drag himself upright when he noticed he was completely restricted. His ankles were locked in chains, attach to sockets on the concrete ground. Save his briefs, Michael was otherwise naked. Sweat poured from his body, leaving trails of fire over the fresh bruises he sustained on his back. The room exuded heat that could shame the blaze of Summer. Avery's face drifted into his subconscious. He had many things he needed to apologize for. He was a total jerk, and there was no justification for the pain he caused her. She deserves more than a loser like him.The pain jolted him fully awake. "Where am I?" he asked, scanning the room fo
Michael drove past his speed limit and beat the distance to the abandoned junkyard in record time. It was dark and cloudy, thunder tumbling high above. He saw red. His teeth clamped so hard his gums hurt. If the steering wheel were human, it would scream in pain at the intensity of Michael's naked grip on it. The clouds parted, and rain descended in torrents. "Shawn!" Michael parked the car in front of the junkyard. The lights were was on. Hardly had the engine died when he jumped out of the car with fatal vexation and tight balls of fury for hands. "Show yourself!"He took the earthen walkway to the front of an old office, walled by rows and columns of condemned cars stacked on top of each other. He gritted his teeth, bounding towards the entrance.The rain plastered his hair to his face, running above his eyes. He was less concerned about it, not the prickly sensation around his abdomen, reminding him that his healing was incomplete. To hell with his pain! There would be no rest
That morning...Cooking had never been more stressful. What used to be her favorite past time was now a burdensome chore. Avery scrunched her nose as she turned strips of bacon frying in olive oil on the gas. The offensive aroma irritated her gut and upset her stomach, making her want to puke. It would be her third vomit in two brief hours.Avery turned off the gas stove and lifted a hand to her temple, massaging it. Her knees were weak, and there was a banging ache in her head. Constantly, she wiped beads of sweat from her brows with the back of her hand. She woke up with a nauseous sensation and had emptied her dinner in the toilet. It was not the first time. The vomiting started the previous week. Her instincts told her what it likely was, but she was adamant to shove it aside, until the vomiting became frequent. She took the pregnancy test on her toilet seat and it came out positive. She cried for hours, berating herself for the mistake of that morning. The sex was so good that
Michael collected the file, sharing nervous glances with Pedro. The long awaited moment was here. He was nervous and excited at the same time, not sure of what to find. In a couple of minutes, the truth would be revealed. "How did you get his hair in the first place?" Michael asked, sating his curiosity. Ever since his misunderstanding with Avery, he lost track of the outside world."It doesn't matter now," Pedro shifted on the stool, urging Michael to open the envelope. "Just open the damn thing."Michael squinted his brows at Belinda. His subconscious told him she already knew the truth. "Who is he?" he asked.Belinda smacked her forehead. "My employees would never ask me dumb questions. I'd fire them without batting an eye." Pedro whistled, as Michael growled. "They are my employees. I call the ultimate shot.""And they fear me," Belinda held his gaze, unwavering. "Last time I checked, you made me chief."Furious, Michael tore the brown envelop, and fished out the folded white p