Old man Jenkins was surrounded on all sides by nine people of various looks, genders and powers. He snarled as he saw his green mist suddenly dissipate. The oldies were not smiling but the five new additions were. They looked confident that they could take on Old man Jenkins, no problem. Old man Jenkins frowned as he saw a magic circle appear under his feet. The circle had smaller inner circles of different sizes in it. The magic circle glowed a white color and old man Jenkins visibly saw two inner circles exchange positions. He jumped backwards at high speed just as the circle made a lock sound and distorted the space it covered. Old man Jenkins frowned deeply. If he was a couple microseconds late, he would have been locked in place, unable to move and use his powers. Without wasting time, the blur twin moved at an unprecedented speed and arrived behind him and struck his spine.*bang* *sizzle*Old man Jenkins was hit in the spine with a devastating punch but the female twin’s fist a
Old cane lady aka ‘Grand Elder’ was infuriated at the sight of Ruthless and his swordsman and so were the rest of the oldies. They took a couple steps backwards as they stopped whatever they were doing and faced the Ruthless and the men and women who were exiting the portal in their numbers. Old man Jenkins saw a chance to make a move but unexpectedly, as he turned towards the nearest opponent, the blur faced him as well and frowned. Old man Jenkins looked her in the eyes as the young oldie sent a message to him telepathically.‘Jenkins, how about a truce?’‘Truce?’‘Yes, truce! If you help us, we will release Alice to you. It is not too late as the brainwashing has not begun to damage their brains yet. At least, not severely. It is not too late to save your granddaughter.’ She quickly bargained without wasting time on trivialities.‘Why should I help you? What makes me sure that you will not backstab me all over again?’ Old man Jenkins asked. His green mist veil that covered him fro
Mrs Sweeny aka; old cane lady, aka; Grand Elder hatefully glared at Ruthless in utter frustration. Bulky oldie stopped two steps away from Steph and slowly stretched his hand to grab Wilson from her grip. Steph had already backed away until she was blocked by her fellow colleagues who had been bored out of their mind. Steph was really unwilling to give Wilson up. She wanted him dead but his neck was surprisingly difficult to snap and the bulky, male twin oldie’s intimidating aura was making it difficult for even her to breathe or move properly.“oh come on, young lady. I have given you my offer. Why is it so difficult for you to accept? Are you finding it hard because you have a deep sense of loyalty? Well, even though you are so loyal, have you thought about why they are willing to snatch your brother’s murderer from your grip? I mean, he is almost unconscious and they choose to let him live. Doesn’t that mean they care less about you than they do, the boy? If not, why would they go
Old man Jenkins yelled as he ran towards the swordsman. His intention was to charge right through him. No human, beast, spirit or god would stop him from saving the boy. Now that his head was in the clear, he felt very guilty and thought it was his responsibility to keep Wilson alive. The swordsman raised his left hand and turned it anticlockwise as if he was tampering with a safe lock. Old man Jenkins immediately felt himself slow down a little. It was just by a little, barely noticeable but that was all the swordsman needed to take control. The swordsman swung his double handed silver claymore at old man Jenkins. Old man Jenkins knew that he was a goner if that claymore touched him. His pupils turned green and thick green mist flowed out of him to meet up with the swordsman’s sword. The sword corroded badly and by the time it hit old man Jenkins, it was pretty much just rust. The green misty veil that covered old man Jenkins’ body further corroded the sword and it broke just millise
Old man Jenkins stood in the middle of the chaos. Abilities, talismans and weapons were flying everywhere, reaping lives and destroying properties. Old man Jenkins was shrouded by his corrosive, green mist as he looked around with a panicked look boldly written on his face. He was scared for Alice, his granddaughter. He knew that she was going to die if he did not find her soon. After all, the brainwashing spell was very powerful. It made them obey orders without question and unless ordered otherwise, they would obey till they were dead. Old man Jenkins knew that none of the people that lived here were in their right senses. There was surely some spell or another, keeping them bound to this place that was known as the revolutionaries’ base. Lots of thoughts went through old man Jenkins’ mind at the same time. Where was she? Where could she be? Those f*cking elders! How could they do such a thing? Messing with people’s brains like that. What was their real motive? They said they wan
Wilson woke up abruptly with a gasp. He could feel someone holding on to him tightly. He could feel a certain kind of involuntary movement. It felt like he was being moved at an insane speed even though there was no movement in his body. His insides felt like it was being squeezed and twisted by some invisible forces. It was a confusing and very uncomfortable feeling for him. He tried to open his eyes but then found out it was already opened. It was just so dark around him, it was as if his eyes were still closed. Slowly, his eyes somehow adjusted to the darkness around him and he was able to make out bits of existences zooming past him occasionally or perhaps, it was him that was crazily zooming past them. Wilson could not make the slightest sense of it. It was confusing to say the least. Wilson tried to move his hands but the hand was gripping him firmly, his hands were gripped along with his waist. He struggled a little more and the grip got firmer, hurting Wilson a little in the p
“Ahhhhh!........ Ugh!”Wilson yelled and grunted as he hit the ground with a thud. He stood up slowly after resting in the same lying position for about seven minutes. He looked around and saw a plain barren field with zero trees and barely any grass. The field seemed to stretch on for all of eternity. At least, that was how he saw it. There did not seem to be any beasts or animals in sight and he breathed a sigh of relief. It seems like he was going to be safe for some time. A short while, probably, but it was better than nothing.“Where am I?” Wilson asked as he looked around again at the wide expanse of land with an inquisitive look on his face, mixed with a light touch of fear visible in his eyes. It was as if he was expecting or was it hoping, for someone, anyone to answer his question. He tried to listen for sounds of any kind; either man or beast, but the plain field was eerily silent. The sun scorched him badly and that was when he noticed that he was butt naked. A wave of sha
John and his seven year old son, Bryan, had ventured out of their small recluse village into the wild some couple weeks ago, in search of a rare medicinal plant that only sprouted once a year in small quantities. They lived in a geographical location that had only two seasons each year; summer which ranged from March till sometime around November and winter with the time range of November till February.The rare plant they were actively searching for, known as the ‘Summer ice plant’, had a very short life cycle, sprouting during the last two weeks of summer and dying in the first two weeks of winter. They were plants of great significance as they could cure all the common illnesses and even some rare kinds that involved ability cells. It was most useful for elemental ability users; those with fire, ice, earth and wind and related abilities as well. It was also an essential ingredient in the making of a certain kind of elixir for awakening the stagnant cells of those who have been conf