Never Far Away

Susan’s sharp nails dug into the throat of a man, she left a deep gash there, and released her fingers, the man crumbled to the floor, she looked at the crowd of Chadwick’s followers before her, and smiled.

“It’s an honour,” Susan said, and stopped smiling, everyone’s head rolled off their necks and bounced to the floor, their bodies fell with resounding thuds, she turned and walked out of the building.

“Fire,” she said.

The entire building became an inferno.

And so the crisis began. Susan brought war to Chadwick’s followers, haunting them with ease, and killing as much as a hundred thousand every day before she thought to put an end to her unrest. It was blood she was in demand of. It was her sole reason to seek these people.

She hoped they never learn, for she didn’t want to kill the innocent. Chadwick was the real challenge here. But then, there was the Red Haux Eleanor had warned her about. That