like your mother.”
Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes. There was something reassuring about his words, a source of comfort when it felt like everything around me was crumbling. “Thank you.”
He grinned. “No need to thank me, my dear.”
“Shall we get going?”
My father nodded. “To a new beginning.”
“A new beginning.”
And then the water came.
RARE TALENTS
“T here is no need to make this difficult, Parker.” Bentley Wilson, the head honcho of Covera Corporations, leaned against the steel table, a cultivated smirk etched upon his lips. His suit jacket was torn, and his chalk white hair was disarray, a result of my aversion to being captured. “Either way, you will do as you are told.”
I’d spent my entire life living in fear, knowing that, at any given moment, Covera Corporations could come for me. They’d been after my Rare talent for years. To Covera Corporation, I was the ultimate weapon. My touch, just a single touch, could kill.
My mother did her best to protect me – we moved every couple of years, taking on new identities each time we did so. And it worked, until three days ago, when Bentley’s men broke down our front door.
With my hands cuffed behind my chair, I leaned forward and growled. “I’m glad you seem to think that. Keep lying to yourself, Bentley.” I tried snapping the chains binding my hands, but with each movement, the metal cuffs dug deeper into my skin. A burning sensation erupted beneath my flesh. I howled in pain, and Bentley laughed.
“Parker, dear, why must you continue to fight?” he reached forward and brushed a loose strand of my blonde locks behind my ear. “You were given a gift; all we ask is that you use it.”
A gift ? Having to wear gloves to ensure you wouldn’t kill someone when you touched them was not a gift. Then again, if I were to able reach across the table and touch Bentley Wilson, I’d consider that to be a gift. At least I’d be able to rid the world of the jerk.
But then I would have to live with knowing that I had murdered someone, and I wasn’t sure that I could handle that. Even if it would be the right thing to do.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m growing tired of this conversation.” Bentley sat on the edge of the table, cupping his hands in his lap. “I’ll send the guards in to escort you back to your room, where I hope you’ll reconsider, dear. But if you don’t, we have other ways to deal with you.”
His voice, soft, yet powerful, sent a chill throughout my body. I wouldn’t reconsider, but I also knew that Bentley would keep his promise. Somehow or another, they would force me to comply, and that scared me.
Bentley took to his feet and adjusted his jacket. He walked over to the door and turned the knob. Before exiting, he turned to face me once more. “I’m so glad we found you, Parker.”
I glared at him as two guards entered the room. Once Bentley took off down the hall, the two men crouched beside my chair and released the handcuffs from my wrists. One of the guards pulled a pair of black leather gloves from his pant pocket and slipped them onto my hands.
The guards stood, their backs turned to me. Now was my chance . It was either fight and, hopefully, find a way out of here, or return to the cell until Bentley called upon me again. And I wasn’t about to do that.
I lifted the chair behind my back and swung it at one of the guards. The legs snapped as it made contact with his face, knocking him unconscious.
The other guard turned, stunned, and reached for his gun. I threw my leg up, kicking the gun out of his hand, and laughed. “Not gonna happen, buddy.” I threw a punch with my right hand, ignoring the throbbing pain coming from my wrist; my fist connected with his cheek, causing the guard to fall back onto the concrete floor.
Crouching beside him, I removed the keys from his belt loop and pressed my hand against his cheek. “Sorry about that.” I smirked. That was surely going to
Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes. There was something reassuring about his words, a source of comfort when it felt like everything around me was crumbling. “Thank you.”
He grinned. “No need to thank me, my dear.”
“Shall we get going?”
My father nodded. “To a new beginning.”
“A new beginning.”
And then the water came.
RARE TALENTS
“T here is no need to make this difficult, Parker.” Bentley Wilson, the head honcho of Covera Corporations, leaned against the steel table, a cultivated smirk etched upon his lips. His suit jacket was torn, and his chalk white hair was disarray, a result of my aversion to being captured. “Either way, you will do as you are told.”
I’d spent my entire life living in fear, knowing that, at any given moment, Covera Corporations could come for me. They’d been after my Rare talent for years. To Covera Corporation, I was the ultimate weapon. My touch, just a single touch, could kill.
My mother did her best to protect me – we moved every couple of years, taking on new identities each time we did so. And it worked, until three days ago, when Bentley’s men broke down our front door.
With my hands cuffed behind my chair, I leaned forward and growled. “I’m glad you seem to think that. Keep lying to yourself, Bentley.” I tried snapping the chains binding my hands, but with each movement, the metal cuffs dug deeper into my skin. A burning sensation erupted beneath my flesh. I howled in pain, and Bentley laughed.
“Parker, dear, why must you continue to fight?” he reached forward and brushed a loose strand of my blonde locks behind my ear. “You were given a gift; all we ask is that you use it.”
A gift ? Having to wear gloves to ensure you wouldn’t kill someone when you touched them was not a gift. Then again, if I were to able reach across the table and touch Bentley Wilson, I’d consider that to be a gift. At least I’d be able to rid the world of the jerk.
But then I would have to live with knowing that I had murdered someone, and I wasn’t sure that I could handle that. Even if it would be the right thing to do.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m growing tired of this conversation.” Bentley sat on the edge of the table, cupping his hands in his lap. “I’ll send the guards in to escort you back to your room, where I hope you’ll reconsider, dear. But if you don’t, we have other ways to deal with you.”
His voice, soft, yet powerful, sent a chill throughout my body. I wouldn’t reconsider, but I also knew that Bentley would keep his promise. Somehow or another, they would force me to comply, and that scared me.
Bentley took to his feet and adjusted his jacket. He walked over to the door and turned the knob. Before exiting, he turned to face me once more. “I’m so glad we found you, Parker.”
I glared at him as two guards entered the room. Once Bentley took off down the hall, the two men crouched beside my chair and released the handcuffs from my wrists. One of the guards pulled a pair of black leather gloves from his pant pocket and slipped them onto my hands.
The guards stood, their backs turned to me. Now was my chance . It was either fight and, hopefully, find a way out of here, or return to the cell until Bentley called upon me again. And I wasn’t about to do that.
I lifted the chair behind my back and swung it at one of the guards. The legs snapped as it made contact with his face, knocking him unconscious.
The other guard turned, stunned, and reached for his gun. I threw my leg up, kicking the gun out of his hand, and laughed. “Not gonna happen, buddy.” I threw a punch with my right hand, ignoring the throbbing pain coming from my wrist; my fist connected with his cheek, causing the guard to fall back onto the concrete floor.
Crouching beside him, I removed the keys from his belt loop and pressed my hand against his cheek. “Sorry about that.” I smirked. That was surely going to
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