THE PRISONER RETURNED AS A KING

Chapter 8: THE ENERGY OF DOOM

The double door of the Emergency hall parted before Kade reached it, an invisible force preceding him.

The tang smell of chemical and the usual sterile smell of antiseptic caught his nostril, but that wasn't what really made him pause. It was something far dangerous than chemical that shadowed the atmosphere—Dark energy visible to only his eyes.

He groaned softly. "Hmm, energy of Doom."

Dr. Marcus pulled down his mask and walked over to them, removing his glance from Kade to Mrs. Carrington. A light frown tightened his brow.

"Mrs. Carrington bringing a stranger inside is against the strict protocal of emergency unit. We have no idea what is going on with your daughter yet. We can't trust anyone at a time like this."

"He's not a stranger." Mrs. Carrington defended.

"Who is he, Honey?" Mr. Carrington glanced from Kade to his wife.

Killian wasn't listening to their conversation even when it was about him. His gaze were on the dark energy cloaking the air like storm of clouds. He traced the oppressive energy to the bed where the young girl laid motionless, her eyes shut, her skin was paler than white sheet, the kid was at the verge of death.

Kade frowned.

"Who is that heartless person who wants an innocent kid dead using this dark energy of Doom." He thought.

Mrs. Carrington turned to her husband. "He's a doctor. My father spoke well about his capability so he's here to treat Olivia."

"Doctor?" Dr. Marcus and Mr. Carrington's voice overlapped. They exchanged glances then directed their gaze to the young man in their front.

Dr. Marcus look at Kade from up to toe and he saw no tangible reason that suggested he should believe Mrs. Carrington answer especially the young man standing before him is too young to be a physician. Accumulating medical knowledge takes years, having the experience takes further years. This man should probably be in his early or mid-twenties, and frankly, Kade is just twenty five. There was no possible way he could be what Mrs. Carrington called him.

He let out a sharp laughter. "Mrs. Montclair with all due respect, this young man had fooled you.."

He looked at Kade with a cold assuming and condescending gaze.

"..looking at him, he shouldn't be more than twenty five. Someone of his age is supposed to be in his second year in medical college."

Kade looked away from the girl to Marcus. He smirked faintly.

"You're right old man," He nodded curtly, "you got it right by just looking at mebut you couldn't even tell the problem with that young girl after ten hours of persistent treatment. You're seeing but blind, old man."

The room paused for a heart beat. The monitor faltered continuously.

Dr. Marcus's expression tightened, facial muscle twitched visibly on his temple. This kid hasn't just spoken, he'd challenged his title and knowledge, anger awakened inside slowly.

He took one step forward, his cold gaze settled on Kade.

"Who are you?" He growled, firing series of questions with anger laced in his voice. "What is your qualification? What medical school did you attend and how many years have you used in this field if you're questioning a certified physician, the second best doctor in this city."

Kade snorted.

"Waste of time, old man." He said, " but I'll answer your questions to satisfy your curiosity."

"He's from Deadmoo!" Mrs. Montclair snapped impatiently. "Get out of the way Marcus, he's treating my daughter right away!"

The room fell into a stunning silence instantly, even the rhythmic beats of the monitor suddenly became wrong.

Silver tray slipped from an assisting nurse, clattering to the floor while she stood in shock, a support doctor stared at Kade with his jaw apart, Dr. Marcus' eyes were widely opened, nearly rolling to the back of his head, while Mr. Carrington looked like someone who had just heard the most shocking news in history.

"Honey," His voice cracked through the silence. "W..what are you talking about? He's fromDeadmoo?"

His voice was judgement and shock.

Nurses stepped back instinctively away from Kade, Dr. Marcus stood with alertnes. He wasn't just looking Kade as a charlatan, but also as a threat. His eyes razed over him, every bulge in his pocket suggesting a hidden weapon. With the corner of his eyes, he measured the distance to the emergency button on the wall.

Everyone had heard of Deadmoo, the most dangerous place on earth with people far too dangerous to co-exist among ordinary human.

Dr. Marcus looked at Mrs. Carrington in disbelief and shock.

"Mrs. Carrington you brought in a criminal to treat your daughter?" He gasped.

"He's not a criminal!" Mrs. Carrington countered firmly.

"You just mentioned it." He snapped a finger at Kade. "This man is a threat to everyone here. You don't knows his mission here maybe he's here to finish up your daughter!"

Kade narrowed his eyes on the doctor, a sharp laughter escaping his mouth.

Mr. Carrington pulled his wife to the side.

"Honey. Trust me. He is not what what you're thinking" Mrs. Carrington said gently, her voice carrying both concern and desperation of a mother eager to go any length to save her daughter. "My father has spoken well about his qualities. He is the option left to get my daughter to wake."

Mr. Carrington held her shoulders gently, holding her gaze softly.

"I understand honey. I understand you want to see Olivia back to her feet as much as I do but not like this.. we're exposing her to more danger."

He glance in Kade's direction and looked back to his wife, his voice dropping quieter.

"He lied to you about being a physician. He could be anything but not a healer....might be a jailbreaker, or something far dangerous."

"And you are a saint?" Killian said quietly, his posture relaxed. He heard the conversations with clarity while standing considerably far from them, Dr. Marcus who was nearer to the couple could only hear incomprehensible whispers. Mr. Carrington looked at him, shocked.

Kade pointed to the bed and looked at Mr. Carrington with firm gaze.

"In less than 2 hours, you either be a criminal or a savior. The decision you take now will determine." He said calmly, his gaze lingering on the man. "You were the one who put your daughter in this condition in the first place."

He looked at Mrs. Carrington who was struggling to comprehend what was happening.

"Mrs. Carrington don't blame yourself if anything happens to your daughter. You did your best. Blame your Husband for negligence."

"What?" Mr. Carrington gasps, shock plastered on his face before anger replaced it, flushing his cheek red. He crossed the room in three quick strides. "What the hell are you talking about?!"