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Part One, The Book of Micah
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Chapter 1 - Brother Micah
Micah shoved the doctor out of his way, knocking his face on the cold hospital floor. He grabbed him by the shirt collar and slammed his head against the wall, nearly cracking his skull open.
To make sure the doctor was unconscious, Micah kicked him in the stomach. He was forceful, but he held back his strength. He just wanted to gauge if he had accidentally killed him.
The doctor was quiet and still, but alive and breathing. Exactly what Micah needed.
He placed both his hands on his hips and grinned at his work like an artist finishing his masterpiece. He let out a small chuckle, relieved that he hadn’t killed the doctor.
The Sol Alpha Recruitment Director stood tall and had dark brown hair with matching eyes. He was wearing a pure white suit and a gold tie, the fraternity’s signature uniform. Micah was the third highest-ranking officer, just below Vice President and President.
Micah’s self-congratulation was interrupted by a heavy hand slapping him on the back. Through instinct, Micah threw a swift punch at the person behind him, stopping just inches when he saw who it was, one of his Brothers. He was wearing the same signature white suit and gold tie.
“Damn, dude, couldn’t you have just checked his pulse?” Hayden Symphon chuckled. “You could’ve killed the poor guy.”
Micah scoffed and straightened his suit. “Just trying to have a bit of fun here. I get enough sermons from David as it is.”
Hayden held up both hands and smirked. “All right, Brettson. Just chill.” He turned around, fixed his blond hair with his hands, and headed for another area in the hospital. “I’ll see you later.”
As the Vice President, Hayden Symphon was the second highest-ranking officer of Sol Alpha just below the President. Hayden narrowly defeated Micah during the officer elections, which resulted in an intense rivalry between the two men. Still, Micah knew that the two wanted the best for each other, despite the occasional roast.
Using the doctor’s keys, Micah unlocked a door to a patient’s room. With clear focus and intention, Micah’s eyes flashed with white light as he used telekinesis to levitate the doctor’s body inside. The doctor floated like a feather in the air while Micah focused his powers with his hand. He tossed the doctor in the corner of the room while he prepared himself to do what he came here to do.
Micah locked the room and closed the shutters so that no one could see him. He couldn’t afford any interruptions. This patient’s life desperately needed his abilities.
The small room was an intensive care unit, reserved only for the most severe conditions. Various medical instruments were lined up on a counter. All of them shiny and sterilized. All of them were useless compared to what Micah was about to do.
Micah grinned to himself. Modern medicine had its use, but not tonight. They were just props that looked useful.
With the doctor out of the way, Micah finished the first part of the operation. It was time for the second part, but Micah knew he had to be quick. Some idiot could barge in here and ruin everything. That would mean more work for him.
Micah’s phone vibrated. It was a call from Adrien, another one of his fraternity brothers. It was probably just a routine call to
make sure things were going along smoothly. Micah answered the call on speakerphone.
“What the fuck is taking you so long, Micah?” Adrien barked, “David and Hayden finished four targets. EACH.”
Micah retorted with a sarcastic tone. “Shut the fuck up. You’re not even doing anything right now.”
Adrien chuckled his signature chuckle, grinding Micah’s nerves. He sounded like a hyena who was breathing in some helium. A high pitched, almost whiny sound.
As much as Micah hated to admit it, Adrien Alistaire was the smartest guy in the fraternity in terms of raw brain power. Adrien was their fraternity’s Technology Director. He entered Everstone University when he was only sixteen years old. A true prodigy, Adrien was instrumental in making sure that surveillance systems recorded no trace of fraternity operations.
Tonight was especially important. The fraternity brothers were on one of their frequent hospital raids. The raids were one of their most sacred traditions, one that was started by the fraternity Founders themselves.
Micah looked out the window. The full moon shined bright in the darkness of the night sky. He felt its energy coursing through his blood. Cold like ice, but soothing. It reminded him of the night he received his powers. It also took place on a full moon, two years ago, when he was still a freshman.
Turning around, Micah focused his attention on a dying woman on the operations table. Her charred body was scalded from head to toe, a survivor of a deadly fire. She was sound asleep from what Micah assumed to be powerful painkillers.
“Micah, what do you see?” Adrien asked through the phone.
“She’s burnt to a crisp. Look.” Micah pointed his phone at the woman to send a live video feed to Adrien. The Technology Director winced in disgust as he turned away from his screen.
“Looks delicious, right?” Micah laughed. He knew that Adrien always had a horrible tolerance for disfigured patients.
“Don’t fuck this up,” Adrien said, looking away from the screen.
“Fuck you. I got this.” Micah chuckled and ended the call.
After picking up the doctor’s notes from the floor, Micah discovered that the woman was also fighting lung cancer. She was also a year younger than him, way too young to die a painful death. From what Micah could see on her ID card, she was stunning with long blonde hair.
Micah focused his breathing on calming his mind, getting himself into a state of peaceful, mental sharpness. His eyes flashed with a powerful white light as he took three consecutive deep breaths. He needed to be fully warmed up for this one. This patient wasn’t any ordinary healing case.
When his mind became clear and in perfect focus, Micah moved closer to the woman and touched her on the forehead. Her skin was flaky and rubbery, like rough leather. A blanket of warm energy escaped from Micah’s hand and onto the woman’s body. Covered with a layer of pure white light, a faint smile formed on the woman’s face. In mere seconds, the woman’s burns vanished, transforming into smooth, silky skin.
Micah couldn’t hold back a smile. This never got old no matter how many people he healed. His three years of practice had paid off. He wasn’t at the level of mastery like some of the alumni, but he knew he was on his way there.
The woman was back to her beautiful self. Not a scar or burn remained. She seemed like Michelangelo himself sculpted her. Micah grinned again, thinking that he might have done too well of a job.
Micah placed a clean blanket on the woman’s body. Another miracle performed. Now there was just one more small detail that he needed to fix.
The doctor was still on the floor, knocked out and with a bruise on his cheek. Nothing that Micah couldn’t fix quickly, but that had to come later.
Micah aimed his hand at the doctor, creating a bright white aura around his body. He used telekinesis to lift him to a chair.
The next and final part of the operation was Micah’s least favorite, but it was an absolute necessity to cover Sol Alpha’s tracks.
He had to erase the doctor’s memories.
Because of the doctor’s closed eyes, Micah couldn’t enter his mind using the first method, which was to make direct eye
contact with him. He had to try the alternative way, which he hated.
While imagining a dusty cloud in his mind, Micah touched the doctor’s forehead to pull his consciousness inside.
Entering someone’s mind always made Micah’s head feel like someone was wringing it out. The intense pressure came from all directions, amplifying at every second. Once he felt like his head was about to explode, then it was a good sign that he had made it safely inside.
Accuracy was important. Micah had to find the right memories.
He felt everything in the thoughts he saw. Touch, sound, sight, and taste. Even pain. Messing this part up forced him to see weird memories he would rather forget.
Once, Micah accidentally entered someone’s memories of being hit as a kid. Another was when a woman was giving birth.
But the most disturbing one was his ex-girlfriend having sex with him. Micah experienced having sex with himself, as a woman. It was something that nobody usually went through.
All this would make a therapist’s mind explode if Micah ever talked to one.
Indeed, the memories the fraternity brothers read stayed with them forever. Once initiated, Micah and his brothers became immune to their memory wiping powers.
Still, not all the memories Micah read were strange. There have been some beneficial memories too. Bungee jumping. Boxing matches. Skydiving. Just to name a few. He stayed away from dangerous thrills like these in his own life. Reading people allowed him to experience them from a safe distance without risking his neck.
Micah continued to scan the doctor’s mind. The mental pressure now at its peak, and he successfully merged with the doctor’s consciousness. Micah was himself but was also the doctor at the same time. Having two minds took him some time to become acclimated, but he was able to balance out the duality of it all.
He arrived at his first memory. Micah found himself studying for a final anatomy exam. Too far back. He went forward.
Now there was a beating heart in front of Micah. A nurse handed him a scalpel and a syringe of orange liquid. Again, wrong memory.
During the third shift, Micah finally got it right.
Him, the doctor, saw a young man enter the hospital hallway. The young man wore a white suit with a golden tie. The young man was tall and had short dark hair, one of those pretty-boy types but a little more intimidating, especially since he had a red scar near his right eye. He stared the doctor down with his dark eyes.
He, Micah, smiled at this. At the risk of seeming like a narcissist, he knew that he looked exceptionally handsome tonight. This was the right memory.
Digging into the doctor’s mind, Micah focused on reading deeper. He shifted his thoughts to him predominantly being the doctor.
He, the doctor, didn’t know who this young man was. Was he a visitor of the burn patient? He didn’t remember authorizing this. No visitors were allowed right now. He wanted the pest to go away because he was already busy enough. Now he had to deal with this intruder.
The young man looked at him with determined dark eyes. He glanced at the patient inside the room, obviously plotting something. What kind of fool did he take him, the doctor, for? Young people are so damn stupid these days.
The doctor barked at Micah. “You’re not allowed to be here, kid. Visiting hours are over. You hear me?”
The young man ignored the doctor, annoying him even more.
“I mean it! I’m going to have you escorted out if you don’t leave right now!” The doctor yelled.
The last thing the doctor saw was the young man pushing him to the floor, his face impacting the cold surface. He, Micah,
felt shocked, disgusted, and ashamed while having a strong urge to wash his face.
Micah focused again to give control back to his dominant consciousness. He imagined a white cloud engulfing the doctor’s memories.
While doing this, Micah felt every moment of pain he inflicted on the doctor. His push. His punch. The doctor’s broken jaw.
Mind reading was an experience that the fraternity brothers could only describe as instant karma, the kind that hits people right away without any hesitation. It was another one of the prices they had to pay to use their powers.
After a few moments, Micah destroyed the doctor’s memories of him. Exiting now was safe.
Micah’s sight faded to black. He detached himself from the doctor’s mind, and their minds split back into two.
His work here was done.
To make sure the doctor was unconscious, Micah kicked him in the stomach. He was forceful, but he held back his strength. He just wanted to gauge if he had accidentally killed him.
The doctor was quiet and still, but alive and breathing. Exactly what Micah needed.
He placed both his hands on his hips and grinned at his work like an artist finishing his masterpiece. He let out a small chuckle, relieved that he hadn’t killed the doctor.
The Sol Alpha Recruitment Director stood tall and had dark brown hair with matching eyes. He was wearing a pure white suit and a gold tie, the fraternity’s signature uniform. Micah was the third highest-ranking officer, just below Vice President and President.
Micah’s self-congratulation was interrupted by a heavy hand slapping him on the back. Through instinct, Micah threw a swift punch at the person behind him, stopping just inches when he saw who it was, one of his Brothers. He was wearing the same signature white suit and gold tie.
“Damn, dude, couldn’t you have just checked his pulse?” Hayden Symphon chuckled. “You could’ve killed the poor guy.”
Micah scoffed and straightened his suit. “Just trying to have a bit of fun here. I get enough sermons from David as it is.”
Hayden held up both hands and smirked. “All right, Brettson. Just chill.” He turned around, fixed his blond hair with his hands, and headed for another area in the hospital. “I’ll see you later.”
As the Vice President, Hayden Symphon was the second highest-ranking officer of Sol Alpha just below the President. Hayden narrowly defeated Micah during the officer elections, which resulted in an intense rivalry between the two men. Still, Micah knew that the two wanted the best for each other, despite the occasional roast.
Using the doctor’s keys, Micah unlocked a door to a patient’s room. With clear focus and intention, Micah’s eyes flashed with white light as he used telekinesis to levitate the doctor’s body inside. The doctor floated like a feather in the air while Micah focused his powers with his hand. He tossed the doctor in the corner of the room while he prepared himself to do what he came here to do.
Micah locked the room and closed the shutters so that no one could see him. He couldn’t afford any interruptions. This patient’s life desperately needed his abilities.
The small room was an intensive care unit, reserved only for the most severe conditions. Various medical instruments were lined up on a counter. All of them shiny and sterilized. All of them were useless compared to what Micah was about to do.
Micah grinned to himself. Modern medicine had its use, but not tonight. They were just props that looked useful.
With the doctor out of the way, Micah finished the first part of the operation. It was time for the second part, but Micah knew he had to be quick. Some idiot could barge in here and ruin everything. That would mean more work for him.
Micah’s phone vibrated. It was a call from Adrien, another one of his fraternity brothers. It was probably just a routine call to
make sure things were going along smoothly. Micah answered the call on speakerphone.
“What the fuck is taking you so long, Micah?” Adrien barked, “David and Hayden finished four targets. EACH.”
Micah retorted with a sarcastic tone. “Shut the fuck up. You’re not even doing anything right now.”
Adrien chuckled his signature chuckle, grinding Micah’s nerves. He sounded like a hyena who was breathing in some helium. A high pitched, almost whiny sound.
As much as Micah hated to admit it, Adrien Alistaire was the smartest guy in the fraternity in terms of raw brain power. Adrien was their fraternity’s Technology Director. He entered Everstone University when he was only sixteen years old. A true prodigy, Adrien was instrumental in making sure that surveillance systems recorded no trace of fraternity operations.
Tonight was especially important. The fraternity brothers were on one of their frequent hospital raids. The raids were one of their most sacred traditions, one that was started by the fraternity Founders themselves.
Micah looked out the window. The full moon shined bright in the darkness of the night sky. He felt its energy coursing through his blood. Cold like ice, but soothing. It reminded him of the night he received his powers. It also took place on a full moon, two years ago, when he was still a freshman.
Turning around, Micah focused his attention on a dying woman on the operations table. Her charred body was scalded from head to toe, a survivor of a deadly fire. She was sound asleep from what Micah assumed to be powerful painkillers.
“Micah, what do you see?” Adrien asked through the phone.
“She’s burnt to a crisp. Look.” Micah pointed his phone at the woman to send a live video feed to Adrien. The Technology Director winced in disgust as he turned away from his screen.
“Looks delicious, right?” Micah laughed. He knew that Adrien always had a horrible tolerance for disfigured patients.
“Don’t fuck this up,” Adrien said, looking away from the screen.
“Fuck you. I got this.” Micah chuckled and ended the call.
After picking up the doctor’s notes from the floor, Micah discovered that the woman was also fighting lung cancer. She was also a year younger than him, way too young to die a painful death. From what Micah could see on her ID card, she was stunning with long blonde hair.
Micah focused his breathing on calming his mind, getting himself into a state of peaceful, mental sharpness. His eyes flashed with a powerful white light as he took three consecutive deep breaths. He needed to be fully warmed up for this one. This patient wasn’t any ordinary healing case.
When his mind became clear and in perfect focus, Micah moved closer to the woman and touched her on the forehead. Her skin was flaky and rubbery, like rough leather. A blanket of warm energy escaped from Micah’s hand and onto the woman’s body. Covered with a layer of pure white light, a faint smile formed on the woman’s face. In mere seconds, the woman’s burns vanished, transforming into smooth, silky skin.
Micah couldn’t hold back a smile. This never got old no matter how many people he healed. His three years of practice had paid off. He wasn’t at the level of mastery like some of the alumni, but he knew he was on his way there.
The woman was back to her beautiful self. Not a scar or burn remained. She seemed like Michelangelo himself sculpted her. Micah grinned again, thinking that he might have done too well of a job.
Micah placed a clean blanket on the woman’s body. Another miracle performed. Now there was just one more small detail that he needed to fix.
The doctor was still on the floor, knocked out and with a bruise on his cheek. Nothing that Micah couldn’t fix quickly, but that had to come later.
Micah aimed his hand at the doctor, creating a bright white aura around his body. He used telekinesis to lift him to a chair.
The next and final part of the operation was Micah’s least favorite, but it was an absolute necessity to cover Sol Alpha’s tracks.
He had to erase the doctor’s memories.
Because of the doctor’s closed eyes, Micah couldn’t enter his mind using the first method, which was to make direct eye
contact with him. He had to try the alternative way, which he hated.
While imagining a dusty cloud in his mind, Micah touched the doctor’s forehead to pull his consciousness inside.
Entering someone’s mind always made Micah’s head feel like someone was wringing it out. The intense pressure came from all directions, amplifying at every second. Once he felt like his head was about to explode, then it was a good sign that he had made it safely inside.
Accuracy was important. Micah had to find the right memories.
He felt everything in the thoughts he saw. Touch, sound, sight, and taste. Even pain. Messing this part up forced him to see weird memories he would rather forget.
Once, Micah accidentally entered someone’s memories of being hit as a kid. Another was when a woman was giving birth.
But the most disturbing one was his ex-girlfriend having sex with him. Micah experienced having sex with himself, as a woman. It was something that nobody usually went through.
All this would make a therapist’s mind explode if Micah ever talked to one.
Indeed, the memories the fraternity brothers read stayed with them forever. Once initiated, Micah and his brothers became immune to their memory wiping powers.
Still, not all the memories Micah read were strange. There have been some beneficial memories too. Bungee jumping. Boxing matches. Skydiving. Just to name a few. He stayed away from dangerous thrills like these in his own life. Reading people allowed him to experience them from a safe distance without risking his neck.
Micah continued to scan the doctor’s mind. The mental pressure now at its peak, and he successfully merged with the doctor’s consciousness. Micah was himself but was also the doctor at the same time. Having two minds took him some time to become acclimated, but he was able to balance out the duality of it all.
He arrived at his first memory. Micah found himself studying for a final anatomy exam. Too far back. He went forward.
Now there was a beating heart in front of Micah. A nurse handed him a scalpel and a syringe of orange liquid. Again, wrong memory.
During the third shift, Micah finally got it right.
Him, the doctor, saw a young man enter the hospital hallway. The young man wore a white suit with a golden tie. The young man was tall and had short dark hair, one of those pretty-boy types but a little more intimidating, especially since he had a red scar near his right eye. He stared the doctor down with his dark eyes.
He, Micah, smiled at this. At the risk of seeming like a narcissist, he knew that he looked exceptionally handsome tonight. This was the right memory.
Digging into the doctor’s mind, Micah focused on reading deeper. He shifted his thoughts to him predominantly being the doctor.
He, the doctor, didn’t know who this young man was. Was he a visitor of the burn patient? He didn’t remember authorizing this. No visitors were allowed right now. He wanted the pest to go away because he was already busy enough. Now he had to deal with this intruder.
The young man looked at him with determined dark eyes. He glanced at the patient inside the room, obviously plotting something. What kind of fool did he take him, the doctor, for? Young people are so damn stupid these days.
The doctor barked at Micah. “You’re not allowed to be here, kid. Visiting hours are over. You hear me?”
The young man ignored the doctor, annoying him even more.
“I mean it! I’m going to have you escorted out if you don’t leave right now!” The doctor yelled.
The last thing the doctor saw was the young man pushing him to the floor, his face impacting the cold surface. He, Micah,
felt shocked, disgusted, and ashamed while having a strong urge to wash his face.
Micah focused again to give control back to his dominant consciousness. He imagined a white cloud engulfing the doctor’s memories.
While doing this, Micah felt every moment of pain he inflicted on the doctor. His push. His punch. The doctor’s broken jaw.
Mind reading was an experience that the fraternity brothers could only describe as instant karma, the kind that hits people right away without any hesitation. It was another one of the prices they had to pay to use their powers.
After a few moments, Micah destroyed the doctor’s memories of him. Exiting now was safe.
Micah’s sight faded to black. He detached himself from the doctor’s mind, and their minds split back into two.
His work here was done.
Chapter 2 - Brother Micah
Micah opened his eyes and saw the doctor and his patient lying peacefully in the room. With a simple tap on the doctor’s forehead, a white light from Micah’s hand erased his face bruises. It was just like deleting a horrible photo.
It was over now. The patient and the doctor would never know that Micah was ever here. None of this would ever be credited to him or the fraternity.
It was the way of Sol Alpha for over a century since January 1, 1869. The brothers of Sol Alpha, Knights, swore an oath to keep their powers a secret. The purpose of healing people was not to get recognition or fame. It was to give to the community selflessly. All the credit went to the doctor and medical science, just as the Founders intended.
Now that he’d finished healing the patient, it made Micah’s total healings to two tonight. He still had time to finish one more before he went back to the House with his brothers.
Micah closed his eyes to take a deep breath, gauging how much power he had left. Given that this patient was hideously burnt and had cancer, Micah knew that he had to have used a tremendous amount of energy.
A headache crept up on him, but he estimated that he had enough power to save one more life. Maybe two more if he pushed it.
Micah’s phone rang.
It was Adrien again.
“What’s the status on the burn victim?”
“All done with this one, bro,” Micah answered.
“Good,” Adrien replied. “Still have enough power for more?”
Micah paused longer than usual. His headache was growing worse, heavier and heavier by the second. But there was no way he was going to back out now. The night was still young, and he decided that this was an excellent opportunity to push himself.
“Hell yeah, man,” Micah blurted out.
“Where to next?” “Sixth floor, room 66. A man with full-body paralysis. You’d better hurry.”
Micah closed the call and walked out of the room. He headed for the stairs and climbed up to the sixth floor. Each floor was quieter than the one before it.
As he climbed, Micah’s headache grew stronger. It made him wonder if he should have admitted that his powers were mostly spent. He felt like a rock with spikes was sitting on his head.
Ignoring the headache as best he could, Micah searched through the silent hallways and found room 66 near the end.
Micah peered through the room window. There was a young man who was physically frozen by paralysis. His neck was stuck in a diagonal position. His curious eyes looked at Micah with worry. He probably thought Micah was the doctor, ready to inject him with some more drugs.
Nope, not this time. Micah had something that would actually help.
Micah grabbed the door handle and was surprised that the room was unlocked. He entered the room quietly and closed it. Once he was inside, Micah gave Adrien a call. “No one’s here except for the patient.”
“Good. Keep me posted. I’m wiping out your surveillance footage from your previous patient.”
Ending the call, Micah walked closer to the patient. “Everything’s going to be fine. I’m here to help you recover.”
Micah focused his powers in his hands, concentrating what energy he had left to give this man his health back. The white light was faint, almost nonexistent. Micah almost forced himself to retreat, but he continued. To quit now was admitting his weakness.
As Micah moved his hand closer to the patient, his eyes widened in surprise.
The patient jumped off the bed, moving freely without any sign of paralysis. He glared at Micah with anger, clenching his hands into fists.
“Woah,” Micah said, holding both his hands up. His heart started beating fast. “I’m not here to hurt you, man. I’ll leave if you want.”
The man ignored Micah’s peace offering. He cocked his head and eyed Micah with a violent gaze. He grabbed a sharp scalpel from a row of surgical tools and lunged straight at him.
It was over now. The patient and the doctor would never know that Micah was ever here. None of this would ever be credited to him or the fraternity.
It was the way of Sol Alpha for over a century since January 1, 1869. The brothers of Sol Alpha, Knights, swore an oath to keep their powers a secret. The purpose of healing people was not to get recognition or fame. It was to give to the community selflessly. All the credit went to the doctor and medical science, just as the Founders intended.
Now that he’d finished healing the patient, it made Micah’s total healings to two tonight. He still had time to finish one more before he went back to the House with his brothers.
Micah closed his eyes to take a deep breath, gauging how much power he had left. Given that this patient was hideously burnt and had cancer, Micah knew that he had to have used a tremendous amount of energy.
A headache crept up on him, but he estimated that he had enough power to save one more life. Maybe two more if he pushed it.
Micah’s phone rang.
It was Adrien again.
“What’s the status on the burn victim?”
“All done with this one, bro,” Micah answered.
“Good,” Adrien replied. “Still have enough power for more?”
Micah paused longer than usual. His headache was growing worse, heavier and heavier by the second. But there was no way he was going to back out now. The night was still young, and he decided that this was an excellent opportunity to push himself.
“Hell yeah, man,” Micah blurted out.
“Where to next?” “Sixth floor, room 66. A man with full-body paralysis. You’d better hurry.”
Micah closed the call and walked out of the room. He headed for the stairs and climbed up to the sixth floor. Each floor was quieter than the one before it.
As he climbed, Micah’s headache grew stronger. It made him wonder if he should have admitted that his powers were mostly spent. He felt like a rock with spikes was sitting on his head.
Ignoring the headache as best he could, Micah searched through the silent hallways and found room 66 near the end.
Micah peered through the room window. There was a young man who was physically frozen by paralysis. His neck was stuck in a diagonal position. His curious eyes looked at Micah with worry. He probably thought Micah was the doctor, ready to inject him with some more drugs.
Nope, not this time. Micah had something that would actually help.
Micah grabbed the door handle and was surprised that the room was unlocked. He entered the room quietly and closed it. Once he was inside, Micah gave Adrien a call. “No one’s here except for the patient.”
“Good. Keep me posted. I’m wiping out your surveillance footage from your previous patient.”
Ending the call, Micah walked closer to the patient. “Everything’s going to be fine. I’m here to help you recover.”
Micah focused his powers in his hands, concentrating what energy he had left to give this man his health back. The white light was faint, almost nonexistent. Micah almost forced himself to retreat, but he continued. To quit now was admitting his weakness.
As Micah moved his hand closer to the patient, his eyes widened in surprise.
The patient jumped off the bed, moving freely without any sign of paralysis. He glared at Micah with anger, clenching his hands into fists.
“Woah,” Micah said, holding both his hands up. His heart started beating fast. “I’m not here to hurt you, man. I’ll leave if you want.”
The man ignored Micah’s peace offering. He cocked his head and eyed Micah with a violent gaze. He grabbed a sharp scalpel from a row of surgical tools and lunged straight at him.
Chapter 3 - Brother Micah
A shot of adrenaline jolted through Micah’s body. He couldn’t believe he was about to defend himself from a patient. With a deep breath, he got into a fighting stance.
Micah aimed his dominant hand at the man and pushed him against the wall with telekinesis. It should have been enough to knock him out.
However, the man regained his composure and appeared to feel nothing. He pointed the scalpel at Micah and lunged forward, slashing at the air madly.
What happened next caught Micah off guard completely. He almost couldn’t believe it. The man’s eyes glowed with a bright red light. He used his hand to launch a shockwave of chilling energy toward Micah. It felt like a bar of solid steel was thrown onto his chest.
Before he could counter, Micah felt his feet being yanked off the floor as the man telekinetically pushed him against the door. Pain shot through his back as he tried to find the strength to stay conscious.
“Stop!” Micah yelled, admitting to the sting of defeat. He hoped that this would make the strange man spare his life. But the man pursued forward until the scalpel was a foot away from Micah’s face.
Summoning the remainder of his energy, Micah used his telekinetic powers to pull the scalpel from the man’s hand and stick it onto the ceiling.
Micah was relieved that the scalpel was gone. But before he could blink, he was met with a fist, pounding his face against the wall.
Blood flowed down Micah’s mouth, tasting of hot metal. He hadn’t been in a fight in years, but he had some memories of other people’s fights. The pain was just the same as he remembered.
“What are you?” Micah grunted, looking up at his attacker. “Why are you doing this?”
“I would not ask such questions if I were you,” the strange man replied in a monotone voice. “Even I don’t know. Only the Mistress can answer your questions.”
“The Mistress?”
The man ignored Micah. Instead, he focused on generating a sphere of powerful dark energy in his hands. It crackled with red lightning. “The Mistress does not need you. It seems that you don’t have the Ritual. Therefore, you must die.”
Micah held out his hand and tried to summon a force field, but it was no use. He was out of power, and he thought that this was the end for him.
But before the man could release his dark energy on Micah, a powerful white light filled the room. One of Micah’s brothers was teleporting inside. But which one?
Standing between Micah and the attacker was David Lumino, the President of Sol Alpha. David’s surprised expression quickly turned into a controlled rage. It made the Asian man with strong arms even more intimidating.
With fast hand reflexes, David blasted the attacker with powerful white lighting that sent him sliding across the floor.
David walked over to the fallen man and brought out a glowing dagger from his white suit jacket. He shoved the blade deep into the man’s neck, splattering blood everywhere.
“You have it. I should have known.” Those were the man’s dying words as he choked on his blood. “I knew it was around here somewhere. The Mistress said it was. Mark my words. Umbra Omega will have it.”
Silence filled the room. David wiped the blood off his glasses and looked at Micah with angry, silver-grey eyes. “Are you okay, Micah?”
There was a terrified look on Micah’s face. “Who was that guy?”
David’s brows drew together, as they often did when he was frustrated. “I’m not so sure. But for now, we have to straighten things up in here. Adrien said you might’ve needed some help with healing.”
Micah gulped. He was embarrassed to admit it, but David told the truth.
“Get the hell up,” David said, offering his hand to Micah. “Just be grateful you got out alive, cocky idiot.”
As Micah grabbed David’s hand to stand back up, David’s healing powers surged through his body. The blood and bruising on his face disappeared. His full physical strength returned to him.
“What are we going to do with the body?” Micah asked.
David pulled out his phone and snapped photos of the bloody mess. He then uploaded them to a private Sol Alpha server.
“We’ll figure it out later, but I have what we need,” David said. His eyes flashed with bright white light as he filled the room with powerful energy. Micah watched as the dead body incinerated into water vapor. All the blood in the room and on their white suits evaporated into nothing.
David gave Adrien a call. “I’m ordering a complete retreat from tonight’s operations. There’s been a terrible accident.”
Micah aimed his dominant hand at the man and pushed him against the wall with telekinesis. It should have been enough to knock him out.
However, the man regained his composure and appeared to feel nothing. He pointed the scalpel at Micah and lunged forward, slashing at the air madly.
What happened next caught Micah off guard completely. He almost couldn’t believe it. The man’s eyes glowed with a bright red light. He used his hand to launch a shockwave of chilling energy toward Micah. It felt like a bar of solid steel was thrown onto his chest.
Before he could counter, Micah felt his feet being yanked off the floor as the man telekinetically pushed him against the door. Pain shot through his back as he tried to find the strength to stay conscious.
“Stop!” Micah yelled, admitting to the sting of defeat. He hoped that this would make the strange man spare his life. But the man pursued forward until the scalpel was a foot away from Micah’s face.
Summoning the remainder of his energy, Micah used his telekinetic powers to pull the scalpel from the man’s hand and stick it onto the ceiling.
Micah was relieved that the scalpel was gone. But before he could blink, he was met with a fist, pounding his face against the wall.
Blood flowed down Micah’s mouth, tasting of hot metal. He hadn’t been in a fight in years, but he had some memories of other people’s fights. The pain was just the same as he remembered.
“What are you?” Micah grunted, looking up at his attacker. “Why are you doing this?”
“I would not ask such questions if I were you,” the strange man replied in a monotone voice. “Even I don’t know. Only the Mistress can answer your questions.”
“The Mistress?”
The man ignored Micah. Instead, he focused on generating a sphere of powerful dark energy in his hands. It crackled with red lightning. “The Mistress does not need you. It seems that you don’t have the Ritual. Therefore, you must die.”
Micah held out his hand and tried to summon a force field, but it was no use. He was out of power, and he thought that this was the end for him.
But before the man could release his dark energy on Micah, a powerful white light filled the room. One of Micah’s brothers was teleporting inside. But which one?
Standing between Micah and the attacker was David Lumino, the President of Sol Alpha. David’s surprised expression quickly turned into a controlled rage. It made the Asian man with strong arms even more intimidating.
With fast hand reflexes, David blasted the attacker with powerful white lighting that sent him sliding across the floor.
David walked over to the fallen man and brought out a glowing dagger from his white suit jacket. He shoved the blade deep into the man’s neck, splattering blood everywhere.
“You have it. I should have known.” Those were the man’s dying words as he choked on his blood. “I knew it was around here somewhere. The Mistress said it was. Mark my words. Umbra Omega will have it.”
Silence filled the room. David wiped the blood off his glasses and looked at Micah with angry, silver-grey eyes. “Are you okay, Micah?”
There was a terrified look on Micah’s face. “Who was that guy?”
David’s brows drew together, as they often did when he was frustrated. “I’m not so sure. But for now, we have to straighten things up in here. Adrien said you might’ve needed some help with healing.”
Micah gulped. He was embarrassed to admit it, but David told the truth.
“Get the hell up,” David said, offering his hand to Micah. “Just be grateful you got out alive, cocky idiot.”
As Micah grabbed David’s hand to stand back up, David’s healing powers surged through his body. The blood and bruising on his face disappeared. His full physical strength returned to him.
“What are we going to do with the body?” Micah asked.
David pulled out his phone and snapped photos of the bloody mess. He then uploaded them to a private Sol Alpha server.
“We’ll figure it out later, but I have what we need,” David said. His eyes flashed with bright white light as he filled the room with powerful energy. Micah watched as the dead body incinerated into water vapor. All the blood in the room and on their white suits evaporated into nothing.
David gave Adrien a call. “I’m ordering a complete retreat from tonight’s operations. There’s been a terrible accident.”
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