Terminal

Chapter 3

Sometimes the sun can be annoying as hell.

I wake up to find it shining directly into my eyes. I look away, blinking a couple of times to get rid of the spots from my vision. My leg seems to be doing better, but it still hurt a bit. Of course, it was unrealistic to think it would magically heal overnight. The again, it did just that. I stare at it for a good few minutes.

"The hell..." I mutter. It was almost as good as new. My heart quickly skips a beat, and I whip my head around behind me, looking for anyone in sight, but no one appeared. I now know two things: Someone knows I'm alive, and said person has magic of some sorts.

Question now is who's the idiot who decided to help me. Nonetheless, my leg was fixed, which saves me a couple of days. I explore the house a little bit. There was a television in a room, and I turn it on. I'm being stupid right now, but I needed a bit of info. A news station flashes on the screen.

"...investigators are still looking for the suspect of these murders, if you have any information please call..."

So they're still looking for me. Great. I don't like working in the day, you're seen easier and everything is too bright.

"...police say that it was another act of the terrorist group known as the Phantoms..."

There's that name again, except this time I know it's a group. Are they taking credit for my actions? Or do they still think that one person can't simply take down a city? I can't help but laugh a bit. Are they just refusing to accept the fact that one person is more powerful than a government? The fools...

"...of Vaningard have sent in medical aid in order to support those who have lost loved ones..."

I shake my head. Did someone of this "medical aid" find me and mistake me for a victim of my own work? This whole situation is hilarious. Not only do they think that a group is responsible for mass murder, but they think I was an innocent bystander. I flip the television off, and glance out the window. No one was outside, but I can never trust my own eyes. I climb a set of stairs and look out a different window. Still no one in view. Something's off though, and I'm getting concerned. There's no way I could get away this easy. I'm faced with a choice. I can either leave now and face potential capture or death with the option of being able to escape right now, or I can wait, with the risk of potential reinforcements coming and be faced with the former option again. I sigh. I don't like this, but I chose to leave now rather than later. I burst through the front door, expecting to be shot at, but no one appears. I'm lucky so far, and I start running when the air shimmers in front of me. Magic. I find myself to be surrounded by a group of heavily armed guards.

"Put your hands up!" Well shit. I slowly raise my hands up, and then promptly get shot with a tranquilizer dart and fall to the ground.