The Protector || MJ (TRV - Book 1)

18 | Regret and Happiness

~Sadness and satisfaction...what a mix.~

Regret and Happiness

"My parents.... they.... it just can't be happening..." My voice quivered, almost shattering by the force of despair.

"Why did I choose the choices that I made? I took it for the greater good - but I lost the ones dear to me!" No words could now describe the pain. Michael's eyes darted between the tearing being that was me and the gang that was once Fallen.

"Shouldn't we be thinking of saving your parents rather than sitting here whining? These zombies ain't gonna back away either!" Shane was kicking away the unwilling hand of a zombie that aimed for his ankle.

"Uhm, I really would very much want to be excused from this narrative right now, Elise! Tell me it's not real!" Mira chimed in.

"I don't think they woke up at the right time, babe," Michael set another zombie on fire, and continued, "but why not ask them to try to recover their power?"

"Okay." I nodded, hoping his solution was to work out. Mira, Shane and Joshua were all staring again at me now, and the aura was back.

The aura that consumed them once.

"Oh yay, hold still..." My gaze seemed to freeze them. Entering their minds, I found the source of the dark presence threatening their existence. It wasn't difficult, but the fact that it got into their heads...

Coughing, the three found themselves with dark energy pulsating from their palms, but they were normal.

"What in the world is this?"

"The powers you owned before you regained control of yourselves. We fought you with the powers you had... it wasn't easy to not kill you, for you all had the potential to commit suicide almost immediately, goddammit! I had to beat around the bush trying to bloody save the three of you!" I was getting annoyed and tired of people getting clueless; all I wanted was people to understand the urgency!

"Please tell me that you actually have memories of how to use them... unless I wiped it off your brains... possibly?" They all shook their heads furiously while the zombies continued creeping up on us.

"Bad news... some students have been infected. We might as well have an internal war now because we have no idea who could be the next zombie." Varus came back, blood stains on his hands.

"The seed has sprouted..." Michael gasped.

"Like I have time to grumble about this, why am I having so much responsibility on my hands?! I... forget my parents for now. I trust that they can handle it. Where's the best safe house around here? Definitely NOT my house." I am just so fed up with this...

"Oh, the safe house is just here, everyone. You're trapped." Wayne?!

"We're still in business, halfbreed. We'll take care of you very nicely." His eye gleamed in the moonlight, his arm outstretched revealing a grotesque infected hand.

"It seems he decided to replace my injured arm with this. But everyone here definitely doesn't deserve that transmigration... why not make them immortal?"

"You... Wayne, you scumbag! This goes against the laws of Heaven!" Michael and Varus were about to send their fists flying towards him, ready to leap.

"I still command authority, Seventh Division. You do not match me." Wayne threw his cloak away, the shining armour underneath a mix of gold and black instead of silver.