Chapter 21
They drive down Knights Road until they reach an abandoned apartment complex and drive inside. The complex was dark and gloomy. Rats have infested the desolate buildings that were partially demolished and left hung open, rotting like an open wound. The night time sky had become darkened to a black satin as an angry thunderstorm crept through the atmosphere. They park the car near the entrance and exit the vehicle. “T, just what was the deal with that dude flyin’, man?” Max said as the three of them were walking across the parking lot.
“I shot him, didn’t I?” T said.
“Yeah, but what if he comes back,” Max said nervously, “I mean if bull can fly and dodge bullets, then…”
“Then what? He’s more powerful than a locomotive. Dude is not Superman,” T shot back.
“Yo, T, I agree with Max,” Damon said as they stopped walking, “Suppose bull comes back. All you did was cap him in the shoulder.”
“And he hit the ground!” T said raising his voice, “Look, there ain’t no way that that punk is going to get up after grinding into the ground like that. And if he shows up, I’ll just bust another cap in his other shoulder.”
“Yo, I guess you right,” Max said a little more relaxed.
“Yeah, you right, T. If dude does show up, it’ll be all too soon,” Damon said with a slight chuckle.
Just then an enormous bolt of lightning crashes into the ground creating several cracks in the concrete. The men shield themselves from the lightning as it struck the ground. The men turn back around to see a bright glowing object that’s crackling with electricity. The light from the object was so bright and intense that they could barely keep their eyes open. The object was pulsating with electrical power and intense brightness. T, Max, and Damon squint their eyes to see what the object was, but the bright light radiating from it made it difficult. Suddenly the object begins to move and rise up. Not an object, but a figure stood in front of them glowing and crackling with the power of lightning. “What is it, man?” Max asked. As they stood there gawking at the figure, the bright light shrouding it begins to dim and then finally fading revealing the figure’s identity. They all stood with shock when they saw who it was.
“No way. Un uh, no way, man,” Damon said in disbelief. T and Max were speechless; they couldn’t believe the sight of the figure in front of them, for they realized who it was. It was Brandon, alive and well and completely healed.
“Miss me?” he said in a low tone of voice.
“No way. No freakin’ way! I shot you! I SHOT YOU!!” T shouted angrily.
“Oh yeah, that reminds me. I have something of yours,” Brandon said with a wicked look in his eyes. He charges his left thumb and index finger with lightning and raises his left hand to his right shoulder. As he holds his electrically charged thumb and finger over the bullet wound in his shoulder, small streaks of lightning emit from the two fingers and adhere to the bullet. He extracts the bullet and holds it between his thumb and finger. “I think this is yours. Like my mom always told me, ‘Always return someone’s property when you are done with it’,” Brandon said as he stared evilly at T.
Suddenly and without warning Brandon plucks the bullet at high velocity at T. T yells as the bullet ripped through his shoulder and explodes out the back. Max and Damon look in horror at what just happened and quickly pull out their guns and point them at Brandon. Their hands were shaking from fear and anxiety.
“I don’t think you’ll need these.” Brandon says coldly. He raises his right arm out in front of him and turns his palm upward with his fingers in a slight curl. Soon Max’s and Damon’s guns begin to glow with electricity, causing them to drop their weapons as their hands were electrocuted. Frightened by Brandon’s display of his power, Max and Damon turn and run towards the sports car with the thought of escaping, only to stop abruptly at the sight of Brandon kneeling on top of the trunk of the car. “I think you guys have a little car trouble,” he says as he hops off the car and stands behind it. Then he grabs underneath the sports car with his left hand and lifts it up. With his right hand he reaches over and takes off the hub cap and casually tosses it to the ground. Afterward, he grips the wheel itself hard. All Max and Damon could do is stand and stare with an awestruck look in their faces. Then Brandon did the unbelievable.
SCREECH! In the blink of an eye Brandon rips the entire rear axle from the car and dropped it on the ground with a loud clang. “Looks like I found the problem. Your rear axle is out of alignment,” he said coldly as he dropped the car. Max and Damon were frozen with fear as Brandon walked towards them slowly with an angry look in his eyes. “Now you are going to pay for taking my mother’s life,” he said with rage in his eyes. He extends his right arm at a slight angle downward. His eyes begin to glow as he creates a ball of lightning while he continues to stroll slowly toward Max and Damon, who were both bound by their fear.
“Wait.” said a voice. Brandon stops walking, and Max and Damon turn around to see who was talking. It was T. His shoulder was bleeding badly as tried to remain conscious from the large amount of blood loss. “We…we were just…doing what…we were told to do,” T said breathing heavily, “You…were supposed to be…the original target.”
“Who told you to destroy my house and kill my mother?! Who told you to come after me?!” Brandon said very sternly. T didn’t answer. Instead he began to chuckle wickedly. Agitated by T’s ignorance, Brandon aims his lightning sphere at him. “Who gave the order?!” he shouted.
“Let’s…just say… you already…know him.” T said as he starts to lose consciousness.
Brandon becomes even more aggravated by T’s resistance, “WHO!” He charges his sphere to a higher intensity. T continues to chuckle weakly at Brandon until he passes out and collapses. After T passes out, Brandon aims the sphere back at Max and Damon, who are still unable to move.
“Well, well, well, look at who we have here,” said a voice from the apartment building next to Brandon. Brandon was surprised when he recognized the voice. “Fancy seeing you here…loser,” Derrick said as he walked out from the shadows of the half demolished building.
