Fentanyl E001: The Last Battle (Book 2)

Chapter 13: Revelations and Resolutions

Nisha's Point of View

"Brother..." I muttered, my heart racing as we ran through the dense forest. My brother's urgent warning echoed in my ears, urging me not to stare. But I couldn't help but be fascinated by his agility and skill.

"Run! Stop staring!" he shouted once again, frustration evident in his voice. It was too late to react as a shuriken came flying towards me, but my brother swiftly moved in and pulled me out of harm's way.

"Please don't stare at me! I thought you were a fighter? Dammit!" he scolded, his masked face turned towards me. As we continued to flee, he appeared enigmatic, dressed entirely in black with a hoodie and a mask concealing his features. It was a different dream, distinct from the previous one, and I found myself unable to comprehend the gravity of our situation.

Finally, we halted in front of a massive tree, both of us gasping for breath. His masked face stared back at me, and I wondered about the true identity of this brother-like figure. I was curious if he was my biological sibling, but I couldn't discern anything from his masked appearance and gloved hands.

"Later, you can inquire about it! We're in serious trouble!" he responded to the unspoken question in my mind. I blinked, refocusing on the danger around us, but my gaze still remained fixed on him. It seemed like he would never tire of fighting, and I marveled at his prowess. He checked the surroundings cautiously, ever vigilant for any potential threats, and I wondered how he managed to fight without any visible weapons. Was he gifted with some extraordinary power in this dream?

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I refocused on our escape, realizing that this was no ordinary dream; it was like being in an action-packed movie with my enigmatic brother-like companion.

"Is it true that you're my sister? I thought you were a fighter," he insulted me, but I remained unperturbed. His voice sounded different from the one in my dream. However, I noticed that when he interacted with Nick, there was a noticeable change in his tone. Was he intentionally altering his voice for some reason?

Amidst our conversation, Shawn's cry diverted my attention. I turned towards him, only to see an opponent wielding a sword closing in on him.

"Shawn!" I screamed, trying to warn him of the impending danger, but it seemed like he didn't comprehend my message.

In the blink of an eye, my brother vanished from my side and intercepted the attack meant for Shawn. With impressive skill, he defended against the opponent's strike, sparing Shawn from harm. My relief washed over me, and I took a deep breath knowing Shawn was safe. After the threat was neutralized, I approached Shawn and hugged him tightly, grateful for his well-being.

When I turned to face my older brother again, I was taken aback by what I saw. He had also taken down his pursuers with astonishing speed, and his movements were so swift that I couldn't perceive any of them clearly. He didn't seem to wield any visible weapon, yet his opponents were effortlessly overpowered by his agility and prowess. It was as if he was akin to the wind, and his adversaries were merely swept away by his force.

We stood there, staring in awe at my brother's remarkable display of combat skills. Despite the chaos that had just unfolded, I felt a strange sense of reassurance knowing that he was there to protect us.

The battle had come to an end, and I observed my brother, surrounded by the lifeless bodies of those he had just defeated. I had anticipated Nick to be the strong and capable man from my dream, but witnessing his incredible fighting speed and skill left me astounded. I knew I couldn't match even half of his strength. As I pondered his abilities, I couldn't help but question whether he was truly human. The maestro's words echoed in my mind, hinting that Nick might be an immortal among us. Could it be possible that my older brother was some kind of puppet, controlled by outside forces?