The previous day, Brendan had hardly slept. It was a Sunday morning now and he lay in his bed, his gaze fixed to the ceiling. Just when he had thought that he had come close to getting rid of his stress issues, he finds out that this was just the tip of the iceberg. He did not know what to guess anymore. He knew he had to act but the question was; would Marauder help him with the Finch? He knew one thing for certain; that he and the Finch were going to fight and only one would walk out of the fight with his or her heart still beating. He grouchily got up and went to take a shower. The sun was already high up in the sky. When he was done taking his shower, he went downstairs.‘Good morning, sir,’ Miriam greeted him as she passed by him, carrying his breakfast into the living room.‘Good morning,’ he responded with a weak voice. He walked over to the couch she had placed the tray with his breakfast.He sat down and began to eat.When he

He followed the sound of the voice and it led him right to the middle of the city. He had given Miriam the same excuse he had used the previous day; that he had to run an errand but this time a long one. But what could have made her suspicious was that he had given her the keys to the attic’s door which held all his money. He had said these words to her as he handed her the key: “In case I do not return by nightfall.”Now here he stood before the Finch. She was wearing a black, hooded tracksuit and black sneakers, a different move to her funeral clothes but the tone still the same. Brendan got the feeling that this change of clothing from formality to casual meant that she was in no mood for games, even her expression said so. She was wearing a slight frown on her face but even still, it did not hinder her beauty in the slightest. She stood with her arms akimbo.There was no sign of any human being in the area.She raised her eyebrows and made a broa

‘What’s the deal?’ Brendan’s expression and tone became guarded.‘Isn’t it obvious? Sixty-forty of course.’‘This isn’t the right time to be irrational. The Finch holds our fate in the palm of her hand.’‘I know,’ he spoke with not much concern whatsoever.Brendan ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, ‘Fifty-fifty is a fair deal!’‘Only one of us thinks that,’ Marauder argued.‘Look, let’s stop arguing. If we don’t come to a decision we could both die.’‘Even if we do unite, we could still die. You have forgotten that the Finch has broken too many prophecies in the past.’‘I’m confident that she can’t break this one.’‘What makes you so sure?’‘I have faith…she is too boastful and that can make her careless. If we don’t waste time talking

There was not a sound that came from the two Versatiles as they stood facing each other. Murder was written on both faces. There was no human being in sight but only the path of destruction that had been carved by them both. The wind had even calmed down as if in fear of the two powerful forces standing inside it.The Finch blinked and just as she did, Brendan made his move…He ran towards her using his heightened speed. As soon as he stopped in front of her he began throwing punches and kicks.The Finch had no difficulty in blocking these blows, yet her expression was anxiety.He landed a punch on her jaw and she shook her head for a brief moment but quickly recovered and the fight continued.Fortunately for Brendan, the basic boxing moves he had been taught by Howard were coming in handy now. He had never been taught how to use his legs but he was doing the best he could, assisted by his unique speed. He would dodge one of her punches then retaliate