The End Of Life

"Alright now that it is inside you, unlike those nasty bastards, I didn't lock the power. So you might experience them very soon after your body adapts to the changes brought by the powers inside you. The power I gave you will depend on you. Even I don't know what it is. It's like a lucky draw, so just hope it is something helpful for you." Said the elder brother. 

"Can I know who you are? And what these powers are?" 

"Ha! Do you want to die? We are someone you have to worship. You are all slaves." Said the younger with scorn. Mark's eyes twitched as he heard the words come out of his mouth.

The elder brother could only smile and say while tapping his brother's shoulders, "Now, don't be like that. We are called many things but you people refer to us as the devil, demons, etc. As for your powers, you will know the meaning behind our intention if you survive. Survive and grow stronger. That is the only way you can get to know more about yourself." 

Mark's pupils shrunk when he heard the word devils. He heard about various mythologies from his mother and so was not new to the concept.

"If you are devils then are the before people angels?" 

"Ha, you can call those weaklings that." Grumbled the younger brother. 

"Can I know if everyone in this world gains powers?" 

"That depends. We came here with a task and we accomplished it. Just like us, there might be others who came here. So if you see anyone with powers, don't get surprised." 

"Is there anything you want me to do with these powers?" 

"There are, but it's not the time for you to know yet. You will automatically understand or the desire to do it will grow inside you. But now that I think about it, you might be different compared to others, as you have two opposing forces inside yourself." with a smug on his face.

Hearing his answer, Mark's face darkened. He looked ahead and noticed the two devils were already vanishing. 

"Well, we should go now. If we have a chance in the future let's meet again. Try to survive until then. Best of luck." 

As they vanished, Mark woke up in the real world. He looked around and noticed the small room he was in. Looking at the bed opposite to him, he saw Kevin and exhaled in relief. The reason he came to the museum was complete, and they needed to go to the military camp in the city. 

He looked around and noticed the empty cups and felt hungry. Standing up, he tried to use his injured shoulder, but it was still in pain. But compared to the pain he had before, it was now better. When he stood up, he noticed Suzie looking at him with her eyes wide open while still sleeping.

He shivered under her gaze and whispered, "Did you not get sleep?"

She shook her head and said, "No, I woke up now." Barely audible. 

"Can you give me an energy bar? They should be in my bag. Wait, where is my bag?" He looked around, searching for it. 

Suzie simply kept her hand behind her and reached out for a bag. He looked at her and noticed she had his bag and felt relieved. She opened the bag and handed the energy bar to him. He opened it and ate it whole. He was also very hungry. He checked his way h after eating at a bar and saw it was already 5:30. They couldn't move out now. 

He sat back on his bed and looked at Suzie. Suzie was also staring at him. She suddenly got down and said, "I need to use the washroom." with no emotion.

Mark felt awkward hearing her request. He remembered the promise he made to himself. He will cure her and the first step is to make her a little independent. 

"Try going there yourself. The washroom should only be around the corner at the end of the hallway. Don't worry, nothing will happen. Believe in yourself and face your fear. I won't be there every time, so defeat the thing you fear using your own strength." Trying to increase her confidence. 

Suzie's body shuddered hearing him. It scared her to be alone and always stuck with him. She unconsciously depended on him too much to the point she can't do things on her own. But hearing his harsh words, she could only nod and turn around. She quietly left the room, taking small steps. 

Mark looked at her back as she left the room and sighed. He was overprotective when it came to his friends, and this would only make them more useless. Especially at the state, she was in. He had to take harsh steps to make her normal again. 

He leaned against the wall and looked at Kevin once again. He saw his skinny friend and blamed himself again. His thoughts then drifted towards the strange dream he had. He also remembered the last time he fainted like earlier today. It was in the underground parking lot facing the huge bloater for the first time. 

That time he had the dream about the so-called angels and similar to the dream he had today, he received a white orb from them. When he woke up, the injuries which generally take at least one week were already healed with 3 days of rest. 

His hand slowly went for his wrapped shoulder. He carefully removed the bandage David used to seal the wound. Removing the cotton on top of it, he kept it aside and touched the wounded area. But to his surprise, there was no wound. The bullet hole was no more, but instead, there was a scar. 

He felt pain as he touched the wound and so moved his hand away. It looked like his wound once again got closed quickly, but it could not remove the internal pain. His shoulder did not have the same mobility as before. 

'Is this because of the 'power' I received from the angels?"

He felt ecstatic thinking about it. It was like he gained a regeneration skill in the games he used to play. This skill was very helpful in the current situation for him. The number of injuries he would gain during his survival would be many. It would be tough for them to stop every time he gets injured, but now with the strange power he has, this could be almost neglected. 

'But, by the looks of it, this would only give a superficial regeneration. If I get any serious internal injuries, it would be the same old. I should be careful to not get injured just because of the power I gained.' 

He noticed the time was already 5:50 and looked at the door. Suzie wasn't back yet. He felt tense thinking about it. He felt a bad ominous feeling. 

'Why is she not back yet? The washrooms should only be at the end of the hallways. Did something happen?' and stood up like a spring. He started blaming himself for sending her alone. He wore his shirt and made his way out. Exiting the room, he found himself in a small corridor and walked towards the hallway at the end. 

Reaching the hallway, he looked at the end and noticed the washroom sign. He walked towards the washroom sign hoping nothing happened to her and it was only his overprotectiveness acting up again. Reaching the end, he looked at the two small boards showing the ways to male and female washrooms. 

Without hesitation, he made his way to the female washroom. As he entered he heard loud banging from the inside. He sped up towards the end and took a right. He saw two men with lecherous gazes banging against a washroom cubicle. 

Both looked like regular thugs. He could see saliva dripping down from their mouth. The two of them were very lean. One was bald and short while the other was tall and wore spectacles. They were continuously banging the third cubicle.

"Come out, b*tch. Let's have a fun time. If you come out now, it would only be two of us. If you force us to break in then after us it would be the entire camp. OPEN THE DOOR." shouted the short one. He was nearer to the door compared to his companion. 

Mark could hear crying from the inside and figured it was Suzie herself by the voice. He got enraged hearing her cry once again and looked around for something to use. He did not bring both his gun or sword to use, and one of his hands was not in optimal condition. 

He grabbed a nearby wooden mop with the normal hand and charged toward the two bastards. The two looked to the side and noticed Mark holding the mop with one hand charging towards them.