Mikal (Second Wave Book 3) Read Free

against the wall of the building behind them.
    “I tried to do this nicely. If you continue to prove your lack of usefulness to this society, I will have no problem destroying the evil in your mind,” Mikal warned, feeling the leap in the unique energy contained within him.
    “Kill him!” the leader yelled at his two companions, only to discover that they had ran away.
    Mikal chuckled.
    “It seems they decided to look for new leadership. Perhaps you should consider another line of work,” Mikal said as he lowered the fool back to the ground, deciding to let the guy go.
    “Screw you, freak!” the man yelled before pulling his knife and lunging at Mikal’s back.
    Mikal sensed the drugs permeating the man’s scent, the alcohol, sweat . . . and the evil in his soul that there was no cure for. This man didn’t have a mental disorder brought on by an imbalance in the energy due to the conversion. No demons possessed him, and he wasn’t the victim of mental illness. There was no reason for the evil within him, other than he created it, addicted to the pleasure he got from the pain and terror he inflicted on the innocent.
    Mikal easily grabbed the shorter, smaller man by the forehead with one hand. Throwing him back against the wall, Mikal spoke the ritualistic words that sprang forth in his mind before he could stop them.
    “Castani retarninian sobleki bosarn captavi, sonotangi eventi!”
    Mikal’s white eyes glowed with a rainbow of energy before the human gasped, his eyes growing wide as the energy poured from Mikal’s eyes into his brain where it found the evil and began to destroy it. Several seconds later, the man went limp in his grip.
    Mikal looked at the human with disgust before he let go of him, allowing the body to slide to the ground. The thug was one of the most disgusting humans Mikal had ever come across, and he wasn’t the least bit sorry that the animal had died while he had tried to erase the evil within him.
    Mikal looked at the crumpled body on the ground in front of him dispassionately, trying to figure out what to do with him. On one hand, Mikal had no problem dusting him with a light stone, but it was the thoughts of his mother that he had taken from the animal’s mind that had stopped him from making him disappear.
    The man’s mother was a kind woman who had tried her best to raise the boy right. It was bad enough that her son wouldn’t be returning to her; Mikal would not make her pain worse by making her wonder what had happened to her son.
    Mikal kneeled down in front of the now-dead criminal, pulled out his wallet, and noted the guy’s name. Mikal hadn’t meant to kill him, but the evil was so pervasive that destroying the evil destroyed the man as well.
    It didn’t surprise Mikal though. The things he’d seen in the man’s mind were horrifying. Child rape and human trafficking. Drugs, murders, theft . . . nothing about the man had been worth saving. Mikal was more surprised that the man had lived that long without being killed.
    Mikal propped him up against the wall, posing his body in a casual way so his loving mother wouldn’t realize the pain he’d suffered as Mikal had tried to destroy the evil within him. The humans would only find a massive brain aneurysm to explain the thug’s death and the mess made in his brain, so Mikal had no worry about being blamed for it.
    Straightening himself, he walked out of the alley and headed to the motel as if nothing had interrupted him. Mikal always found himself feeling more pain for the animal’s family than he did for the person he killed. It was hard to feel sorry for someone when you felt the pain and terror they inflicted on their victims and the joy and rush they got from doing it.
    In his 150 years, Mikal had learned one thing: once a human had gone too far, done too much, allowed too much evil into their soul, there was no saving them. The only thing he could do was try to purge them of the evil in the same way he would destroy