The thought of how I was going to spend my money crossed my mind again. I know I had to save every penny and pence. That was the only way to get what I wanted. The warm water rolled down my body, washing the blood stains. I winced in pain each time I tried to scrub. No bone was broken, but I could still feel the pain. I have to get the task given done. And not only that, I was going to make them pay for beating the crap out of me. I walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. And yes! It worked. I could see the moment those warm waters splashed over my face. It was like when the rain fell. But it kind of felt absurd to me. Do I have to carry a bucket of water along with me each time I go out of the house?Damn! It feels good to be able to see, but then it was not as easy as I thought. Maybe the system was going to finally give me back my sight if I was able to fulfill as many missions as possible. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. I can't go out now; I need th

Not feeling helpless felt really good. To the outside world, I was as blind as a bat. Thanks to the Tnthr system powering my eyesight, I was something more. The crates groaned under my breath. For a moment, everything around me became simple: the bottle in their hands, the scrape of boots on gravel, and the pounding of my heart. The system in my ear hummed, steady and reliable.[System note: Vision sharpened for 2 minutes. Use your surroundings.]Good. Two minutes is all I need.Dayo laughed first, a sharp, nasty sound. "Are you going to cry for your mummy again, bat-boy?"Kazeem laughed darkly. "We should put him on a leash. Imagine the show.""We should have taken the offer when we had the chance. Now we are going to have to beat the hell out of you to do it!" The big man—Muscle, I decided, because he was all brawn—shifted his weight and spat. Gravel flew.I didn’t answer. I tilted my head back, letting water from the keg drip down my throat. It cooled me and calmed me. My world

Have you ever felt like you want to explode? Not literally explode and kill yourself, but explode with anger. That is what I am feeling right now. I looked at my mother, who was right behind him. "Do you want to tell me what this madness is all about?" I asked with my fist clenched in anger. "Can you just let me explain? and wait a sec? Can you see who is standing in front of you?" Martha asked with disbelief. But in actual truth, I couldn't see who it was, but my senses of smell were great. Or should I say my heightened senses. I remembered the smell he had off him when he entered the room that night. I shoved past him with anger. I took off my shade making my mother see the wrong that was done to me. Not that it mattered to her but I need to remind her that the man he let into our house was a threat to us, to me. Zack took a seat not too far from me. I don't need to see his face but I knew he was in awe and he must have seen me fight that night. He alone knew I

That moment you think life is playing games with you? One moment you are angry, and the next, you feel like you are getting the closure you need. Yes! I have been asking for quite a while. Trying to know who my father was and why he never cared. But now, the man I hated, the boy who had been the thorn in my flesh, is nothing but my half-brother. I let out a chuckle and stopped abruptly. It was difficult to wrap my head around that shit. Come to think of it, I didn't see the resemblance. But he was talking about my powers. The system's powers. Did he know about the system? Was that why he came trying to claim that I was his son?Funny. All it was going to cost was my DNA and his to be taken into the laboratory. I kept waking, not sure where I was going to in the middle of the night. I just wanted to be far away from the both of them. I wanted to think, reason, and probably come up with a solution to all of this. It was not making sense, and something wasn't adding up. My moth

The bar attendant looked at me and wasn't sure he was supposed to tell me whatever it was he wanted to spill. He let out a weak laugh. "I must say, you are good. Maybe you are even the best fighter I have seen in years. But do you think you can stand against him?" "If you mean him, you mean Zack, right?" I asked, sipping my whiskey even though it was late. "Yes. Zack is not just a doctor. He is more than that. Most of the leaders fear him because of what he can do. He makes the likes of you disappear, and he is into human trafficking. Most of the citizens don't know. They see him as a saint, but the locals see him for what he is," the attendant said, brushing the spilled whiskey on the table. "And no one has ever thought of telling the police?" I asked with my eyebrows arched. "The police, huh? They are in cahoots with whatever scheme is going on. If you go over there to complain, then Zack is going to make you wish you never did. I will advise you to let this go, blind boy.