Michael Gray Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

Through the Clairvoyant Eye, Chad saw Michael's body enveloped in a black mist, with no trace of a living human's aura. However, at that moment, Michael suddenly spoke. "No matter… No matter who you are, kill me. Kill me!" Chad was shocked to realize that Michael still had self–awareness, which further confirmed his suspicion. So, Chad acted, placing needles on Michael's body to gradually control him. Under the Clairvoyant Eye, the black mist on Michael's body dissipated significantly. Taking the chance, Chad asked, "Tell me what happened." Michael struggled to open his mouth as he said hoarsely, "Beware of the Saffronesians. Beware, beware of the European ability users…"

This time Michael seemed to have made a move ahead of me, which wasn't entirely in my favor. “When was this released?” I asked with my eyes wide open, staring at Gray. “Just last night, I don't know, but the news has already spread a lot…that Michael is quite a sly one; he actually played his card well.” Gray replied, nodding his head. I chuckled. “Well, it isn't time to get too worried about this. Michael just made himself a more potential candidate for the Mafia God position, but then again, he's still missing out on some things ”

Truthfully, now is not the time to argue with them so I climb onto Gray’s bike and wrap my arms around his waist. “Isn’t that a pretty sight,” Ben says smirking at us before putting on his helmet, he starts the bike and drives of. Gray turns around me and hands me a small ear piece, “We would be communicating through this,” he tells me and helps me put it on before using my hair to cover it. He hands me a helmet as well, “Hang on tight,” he says before speeding of after Ben. We tear down the road, the wind rushing around us and I tighten my arms around Gray. This bike is fast, very fast.

The kind of voice that had never needed to be loud to make people listen. I took a breath and walked inside. He was sitting behind a large desk. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Exactly as unforgiving as the photographs had suggested. And his eyes— Pale grey. Almost silver. They were pointed somewhere just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I remembered. He couldn’t see me. I’d read about the accident. I’d known he was blind. But knowing something on a screen and standing three feet away from the person it had happened to were two completely different things.

Richard saw his blank, idiotic stare—eyes turning milky white beneath their lids. “Was it huge?” asked Lawrie. “Did she tell you? How huge was it?” Lorraine went pale. “Admiral Jack?” said Richard, teeth clenched. “Can you see me, sir?” He passed a hand in front of his eyes. “Blind,” Lawrie said, and Richard felt his guts twist. “We’re blind, all of us here . . . but not you.” After a few calming minutes they led him in the direction of the vehicle, Lorraine hooking his BluBlockers back in place over both ears. Her high heels clocked along the pavement as they walked him carefully. Richard heard a dog barking somewhere.

There were dark circles underneath my tired green eyes, visible proof of how sleep-deprived I was. With a towel wrapped around my damp red hair, I entered the living room. I was surprised to see Gray on the couch. On the flatscreen was the same violent video game she habitually played. As was customary during her gaming sessions, she had on light-up blue headphones. She was also wearing a white Scopescape hoodie as well as black sweatpants, so none of her tattoos were fully visible at the moment. I caught her eye and she removed her headset. The fact that she was giving me attention meant she wasn't in the middle of a match or whatever. Believe me, if she were, she wouldn't have been able to

The words settled between them, fragile but certain. Then Hayes suddenly stopped scrolling. "Wait." Everyone looked at him. "What?" Hayes pointed toward the bottom of the screen. "There is one more section." A red warning appeared. ACCESS LEVEL: BLACK. The stranger immediately stepped forward. "Don't open that." Lucas looked at him. "Why?" The man's expression had changed. The calm control he had maintained throughout the conversation was gone. For the first time, genuine fear showed in his eyes. "Because that section contains information even I wasn't allowed to see."

I didn't raise my voice, but my cadence was clear and firm in this heavy silence. Turning to look at the police officers who'd gone still, I asked, "Now, officers, how would a blind person peep at anyone? He can't even tell day from night—how could he stand at a window, hold up a camera, and aim it at the bathroom across from his window to take photos?" One of the officers was stunned by my question, but he quickly snapped to his senses and gave me a grim nod. "From the looks of it, your son is indeed in the clear. A blind person can neither be a voyeur nor use a camera."

I just remain squinting with my hands halfway up, the handcuffs preventing me from putting them all the way up. I am shaking uncontrollably. Isn't this a factory? Did I walk in on criminals doing something bad in an abandoned building? I have my eyes closed slightly because the light is too bright and my head is throbbing. Suddenly I hear a familiar voice telling them to lower their weapons. I try to widen my eyes and see who it is but the pain is too extreme and the adrenalin has gone. As the darkness takes me under I giggle at the blonde-haired ladies' man I have come to rely on, Max Stone.

Hence, it wasn't just my eyes, but also my weapon. The screeching of metallic objects colliding ripped through the silence of the living room. The impact sent strong vibrations through the cane, causing my fingers to go numb. My ambusher clearly hadn't expected that I would have such extraordinary reaction speed since I was blind. With a cry of pain, he dropped the metal bat to the ground. Nonetheless, I didn't give him a chance to catch his bearings. Using his earlier cry to pinpoint his location, I lashed out with my cane, accurately jabbing him right in the abdomen.