Chapter 17: The Brain-Dead Immortal

“You’re certain he’s brain-dead?” An old man with wrinkles all over his face and dark-tan skin, was playing with his pure-white fumanchu moustache and staring at the beautiful doctor who was standing before him. He casually sat down upon his office chair and gazed out the window at the dark clouds in the sky. In Miami, thunderstorms were fairly common and could be easily disregarded, but hurricanes tended to be much more troublesome. Continue reading

Chapter 14: The Chaos Magnet

Blood was leaking down the back of Michael’s old leather jacket, gushing out from a relatively small bullet-wound. That crimson liquid seemed to radiate an incredible and terrifying power that didn’t seem to belong on Earth. Continue reading