When The Mind Speaks
When he and his father eventually decide to begin a new life after his mom and sister's death, Praxis Cohen, a suicidal teenager with an expressionless visage on his face, finds himself in a huge, formidable laboratory where teenagers like him are being injected a drug of which the effect is still unknown. Fortunate enough, his body can withstand the drug that leads him to be declared by Dr. Conscire as the first patient to have successfully passed the First Stage of the experiment in this generation.
As he proceeds to the Second Stage, Dr. Conscire, the president of the organization, decides to release him off the laboratory to find out that the effect of the drug enables him to read minds and do psychokinesis that sets his mind into chaos.
In his debacle as an experimented guinea pig of the nameless organization, realizing that he is not alone in this experiment, Praxis meets new marvelous people to discover the origin of the experiment, the reason why they turned into supernormal beings, the connection of this experiment to the unborn world war in the future, the twists and turns of their past stories, and to discern the next stages of the experiment. With the collaborative effort of their team, they strive to choose the best course of action to put an end to this fight.
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Chapter: Chapter 3“What’s happening?” Praxis whispered very softly to himself, forcing open the heavy lids of his eyes. He could still feel the dizziness pounding in his head but not to the extent he was going to faint. It was just right to register he was lying on a soft hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, and to see that there was a scientist watching, looking impatient, over him.At that moment, he tried to remember what had happened and how long has he been lying down on the bed. From him b
Last Updated: 2021-06-08
Chapter: Chapter 2His eyes were wide open, hardly breathing, whole body had no strength left, and feeling as though his spirit temporarily departed from his body. He was like in a wide immensurable depth of an ocean, letting the water aimlessly drift his body elsewhere he wouldn’t want to know. That’s how he felt when the barangay officers brutally dropped him from the car they were riding in earlier. He could barely breathe as though his lungs reached their limit. His eyes were dimming, almost sightless. He was dizzy as well—perhaps because of the dosage of the drug the officer had injected into his neck back in the abandoned building. He was likely to lose consciousness and could vomit any time. The drug certainly sucked the remaining energy in his body almost nothing left. He had not the vigour to stand steadily anymore so even if the officers drag him anywhere they wanted, he couldn’t fight back. For all that he had difficulty seeing because of his blurred eyes, he struggled to ob
Last Updated: 2021-05-19
Chapter: Chapter 1Year 2020 It was not the annoying alarm clock that woke Praxis with an air of slight discomfort this time in the cold morning, but the thin rays of the sun hitting his face straightway every time the curtain on his bedroom window was being blown hard by the breezy wind. The dazzling rays of the sun streamed in his bedroom as if waving at him by the swaying motion of the curtain. It went on and off. If only he knew that the sun would directly hit the room he had chosen in the new house they had moved into, he should not have set his alarm clock. It was only a week ago that they had moved into this house without a healthy decision-making process. Newly painted with cream color on its both exterior and interior, their new house was a two-story building enough for five members. It was the sort of typical modern house with a flat-tiled red roof, full of windows, and wired with cameras on its every post. He could sense it was not a good idea to move, but not even
Last Updated: 2021-05-19
Chapter: PrologueYear 2000 Soaked in silence and peace. Only the gusts of cold wind could be heard around in conjunction with the whistling of crickets in the middle of the night. Sharp and successive; a sound that created distinct and vivid patterns on each tree surrounding the paved road of the city. The sky has neither hint nor shade of wrath which is overshadowed by the calm breeze of the featureless night. For it was tranquil, there are no hysterical lights or the faintest sign of electricity on the road. Thus, supplementing the difficulty for anyone to advance because of the thick fog that lurks in the area. It was completely cold, but there was no sign of approaching rain. The thick fog and silence of the road were suddenly broken when a young man came out rushing in the middle of it. The sweat coursed like a fountain from his forehead to his neck, hands, legs—his whole body—it was sweating profusely. He quickly probed around with the weakest hope of finding another r
Last Updated: 2021-05-19
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