The next day, I woke up feeling energized and refreshed, thanks to the cold rain. I'd learned to embrace my unusual abilities, which set me apart from others. I could withstand extreme temperatures, tap into people's memories, and even compel them to confess their darkest secrets. These "cheat codes" had propelled me to become the youngest Chief Detective in the city, with international cases under my belt.As I prepared for the day, I awaited the arrival of my trusted friend and colleague, Chris Dain. He was the only one I could confide in, especially since my mom's disappearance had left me with severe trust issues. Deli, my former babysitter, had claimed I imagined the whole ordeal, and I couldn't forgive her for that.As I thought about Deli's betrayal, my blood boiled. I had blocked her out of my life, just as she had done to the memory of my mom's disappearance. But recently, my recurring nightmares had revealed a new clue – the face of the man who vanished with my mom. I had
On Friday at precisely 2 pm, Samson Forge, a man with piercing dark eyes, full pink lips, a small, flat nose, and a chiseled jawline, walked into his favorite coffee shop. He moved with an air of confidence, his every step deliberate and graceful. As he sat down and ordered his usual diet, I watched him from the table behind, my eyes fixed on his every gesture. I seethed with anger at how serene he seemed, sipping his coffee with the elegance of a royal dinner. Each sip was a slow, deliberate movement, as if savoring a fine wine. He took his time, seemingly oblivious to the world around him, like he had all the time in the world.The atmosphere in the coffee shop was cozy, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation filling the air. But for me, it was a torture chamber. Breathing the same air as Samson Forge repulsed me to my core. How could a man so refined, so graceful, be the same devil who had torn my family apart? He had disappeared with my mom's unco
As I sprinted across the road, my eyes fixed on Samson's retreating figure, I didn't notice the truck barreling down on me. Suddenly, the screeching tires and blaring horn snapped me back to reality. I froze, my heart racing, as the truck bore down on me. Time seemed to slow as I realized I wouldn't make it across. In a split second, my adrenaline kicked in, and I dropped flat on the ground, my palms scraping against the rough asphalt. The truck's underside brushed against my hair, the metal scraping against my scalp, sending shivers down my spine. The smell of burning rubber and hot metal filled my nostrils as the truck screeched to a halt mere inches from my face. The driver's panicked voice echoed through the air, "Oh my God, are you okay?" Chris's concerned face appeared beside me, "Dan, are you alright?" I ignored them both, my gaze fixed on the spot where Samson had stood just seconds ago. But he was gone. Again. I felt a sense of disbelief wash over me. How did he keep pullin
I drove solo, the GPS leading me to the designated location. The silence in the car was deafening, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of the radio. I felt a pang of guilt for not confiding in Chris, my trusted partner and friend. But I couldn't bear the thought of putting him in harm's way, not when I suspected Samson was a psychotic serial killer with a penchant for violence.As I navigated the deserted roads, my mind raced with thoughts of revenge. I was no longer the calm, collected detective, but a son seeking justice for his mother's abduction. I was Daniel Forge, driven by a fierce determination to confront the monster who had destroyed my family.My heart raced with anticipation, my grip on the steering wheel tightening as I envisioned the impending showdown. I wanted our first encounter to be a bloody, brutal fight. I had murder on my mind, and I was ready to unleash my fury on Samson. I wasn't facing him as the best detective in the city;
I confronted Samson, my eyes blazing with fury. "Tell me the truth," I growled, my voice low and menacing. "Where is my mother?"Samson smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Daniel. You really don't want to know the truth."My grip on his collar tightened. "I have a right to know," I snarled, my teeth clenched.Samson shrugged. "You don't have the heart to bear it, Daniel. Trust me, it's better this way."My face twisted in rage. "You're lying bastard!" I bellowed, shoving him against the wall. "You're hiding something from me! Tell me the truth!"Samson's expression turned cold, his patience wearing thin. "Enough, Daniel," he snapped, pushing me away. "You're like a dog with a bone. You just won't let it go."My eyes flashed with anger. "I won't let it go because you're hiding something from me!" I shouted, my fists clenched.Samson's smile was icy. "Very well, Daniel. If you want to know the truth so badly, let's settle this once and for all." He cracked his knuckles, a me
I lay on the ground, silent and still, after hours of screaming and sobbing. The physical pain had subsided, but my mental and emotional state was likely scarred for life. All because of that monster of a man, Samson. At first, I hated him with every fiber of my being, but now, after being humbled and left for dead, unable to move, I realized I had underestimated him. My emotions and recklessness had led me into his trap. I needed to do better, become ruthless, and beat him at his own game. But those worries were for the distant future, as I was still paralyzed and alone in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere.A faint, sleep-like urge crept over me, and I feared it was death's silent call, beckoning me to take my final slumber. I fought to stay awake, but my eyes finally shut down, leaving me at the mercy of the unknown.The next day, I woke up in a hospital bed, groggily opening my eyes to find Chris sitting beside me, exhausted and lightly dozing off. I felt a mix of
The silence between us stretched out for a minute, the only sound the steady beep of the machines monitoring my vital signs. Finally, Mrs. Deli spoke up, her voice low and mysterious."The Samson you currently know could never be half the man your father was."I felt a surge of frustration. What did she mean by that? Was she avoiding my question on purpose? I had asked her if Samson was my biological father, and instead of giving me a straight answer, she was giving me some kind of cryptic message."What do you mean?" I pressed, trying to keep my voice even. "Was Samson my father or not?"But Mrs. Deli just shook her head, her expression enigmatic. "I've said all I can, Daniel. Please, just leave it alone."I was about to interrogate her further when the doctor entered the room, a cheerful smile on his face. "Ah, Mrs. Deli, I see you're visiting our patient. That's great to see!"Mrs. Deli took the opportunity to make a quick exit, bidding me a hasty goodbye. "Take care, Daniel. Get w
As I jogged,my legs pounded the pavement. My jog turned into an all-out exercise as my feet barely touching the ground, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Without hesitation, I launched myself into a full-blown parkour display, my body moving with a fluid grace that defied human limits. The wind rushed past me, whipping my hair into a frenzy as I devoured the urban landscape. I leaped onto buildings, my legs coiling and uncoiling like springs as I propelled myself across impossible distances.Even seasoned parkour enthusiasts would deem my stunts suicidal, but I was born different. And I reveled in it. I continued to soar over fences, my legs tucking up effortlessly as I cleared each obstacle with ease. I flipped over rooftops too, my arms extending to absorb the impact as I landed with precision on the balls of my feet.I felt alive, my senses heightened as I scanned the urban landscape for my next move. I spotted the tallest fence on the block and sprinted