Alex and the Apocalypse

Chapter 62 | The Firefighter

Curiosity Piqued

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Alex's intuition tingled, sensing an underlying unease with the firefighter. His mind couldn't shake the nagging thought that there might be more to this person than meets the eye. It was as if the firefighter was guarding a secret, hiding something beneath this brave facade.

Eager to uncover the truth, Alex made his way to the bustling station where the firefighters were gathered. No longer in his transformed Celestial Guardians state, Alex blended in with the crowd, appearing as an ordinary individual. Approaching the group, he cautiously inquired if anyone knew someone matching the distinct description Alex had in mind. However, to his disappointment, the firefighters shook their heads, indicating that they were unfamiliar with anyone fitting that particular look. The mystery deepened, leaving Alex more determined than ever to unravel the secret the firefighter seemed to be concealing.

The door to the Celestial Guardians headquarters swung open with a forceful slam, drawing everyone's attention. Alex's eyes caught sight of his father entering the room, but he deliberately avoided direct eye contact. The lingering anger from the recent events still simmered within Alex, making it difficult to confront his father directly. The tension in the air was palpable, hinting at the unresolved issues that lay between them.

Without uttering a word, Alex quietly passed by his father, making a beeline for his room. The weight of unresolved emotions hung heavy in the air, making it challenging to face the situation head-on. Seeking solace and a moment of respite, Alex retreated to the sanctuary of his room, hoping that time alone would help ease the lingering frustration and disappointment.

Gab turned to Alex's friends, Nathan and Haney, seeking answers. The concern in his voice was evident as he asked, "Is he still mad?"

Nathan and Haney exchanged uncertain glances, their brows furrowing in genuine confusion. They were unsure of Alex's current emotional state, unable to discern whether the anger still lingered within their friend.

"I'm not sure," Nathan replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "We haven't really talked about it since everything happened."

Haney nodded in agreement, adding, "Yeah, Alex has been keeping to himself lately. It's hard to tell what he's feeling."

Gab sighed, a mix of worry and frustration evident in his expression. "I just hope he finds a way to work through it. Holding onto anger for too long can be toxic."

The room crackled with energy as Alex tapped into the depths of his inner strength, finding comfort and a temporary escape from the complexities of the outside world. Each movement and gesture danced with a grace that belied the weight of his emotions, as if the ancient powers offered a soothing balm to his troubled soul. In this private room, Alex found a momentary respite, allowing the power within to guide his thoughts and provide a temporary reprieve from the challenges that lay ahead.

Time slipped through his grasp like sand, lost in the thrall of wielding ancient magic.

An insistent rap on the door jolted Alex from his trance. The cryptic symbols, mere moments ago vibrant on his palm, had faded, leaving behind a lingering warmth and a nagging sense of urgency.

"Alex?" his father's voice cut through the haze, laced with worry. "May I come in?"

Silence hung heavy in the air.

With a sigh, Alex finally gestured for his father to enter. The truth, whatever it was, couldn't be avoided any longer.

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words and simmering emotions. Alex kept his gaze fixed on the floor, fingers unconsciously tracing invisible patterns on the bedsheet. His father's question hung heavy in the air, an accusation he couldn't quite face.