Savior Part 2: Son of Eden (The Savior Series) Read Free

cool evening wind suddenly changed directions and caused the tale of his black trench coat to flare open, revealing a large .50 caliber pistol holstered at his hip. He only stood about 5’9” and something told me that his black and metallic-red body armor made him appear a lot bulkier than he actually was. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as I peered at the twisted expression on the version of my brother’s mask that he wore upon his face. Its taunting expression angered me beyond belief and it made me want to show them all how easily I could destroy him, but luckily for him I needed him alive.
    “I said state your business, outsider!” Alias insisted, as his legion of gun-wielding Strangers watched on in uneasy silence.
    “I’m here for the hostages,” I growled, my voice electronically distorted by my Reaper gasmask.
    A chuckle escaped Alias’ mask as he slowly tilted his head and studied me.
    “Is that right?” he asked as he took a slow and deliberate step toward me. “And how, might I ask, do you plan on liberating these hostages, sir? What makes you think that my men won’t reduce you to nothing more than a bullet riddled pile of flesh should you but take another step forward?”
    “I don’t think you understand who you’re dealing with,” I grumbled as he and the army of more than 800 Strangers tightened their circle around me.
    “Oh, I know exactly who I’m dealing with,” Alias replied as he placed his left hand on the pistol holstered on his hip.
    “You pull that gun and you’re a dead man,” I threatened as I quickly clenched my fists. The entire crowd suddenly backed away and froze out of fear as I crouched and prepared to attack.
    “I think it’s really him,” someone whispered from the crowd as my fists trembled with rage and my eyes darted from face to face, daring any one of them to advance toward me. Alias tilted his head again as he studied me with his hand still resting on the pistol at his waist.
    “I disagree. There’s no way this clown is the real deal. Even he wouldn’t be stupid enough to set foot in Manhattan,” Alias arrogantly declared.
    “Then why don’t you go ahead and pull that peashooter?” I snarled. “ I’ll show you how real I am when I take it and cram it up your—”
    “What do you want?” Alias snapped.
    “The hostages,” I shot back.
    “Well that’s just not gonna happen.”
    “We’ll see about that,” I growled.
    “Man, screw this guy!” one of them yelled from behind me just as I felt the barrel of a rifle suddenly press against my back. “Just say the word, Boss, and I’ll waste this foo—”
    Before he could finish his sentence, I had already turned quicker than the blink of an eye and grabbed the barrel of the foolishly bold Stranger’s gun, crushing it in my right hand as if it were nothing more than a wad of paper. Before the others could react, I sent the foolish Stranger flying with a powerful shove to the chest and lunged toward Alias just as a rush of adrenaline poured into my veins and sent the world around me into slow motion. As I zoomed toward him with my right fist cocked behind my head; I was moving so fast that, by comparison, they all seemed to be barely moving at all. I was inches away from delivering a massive hook to Alias’ midsection when a vibrating sensation at my waist caused me to stop dead in my tracks.
    The vibrating continued as I came out of hyper speed and froze with my fist inches away from Alias’ rib cage. Unable to keep up with my blazing speed, the rest of the Strangers were still aiming their guns fifteen feet away at the spot where I had been standing a half second ago. The vibrating at my hip continued as the crowd of Strangers finally located me and began to clamor with anxiety and fear as they realized just how quickly I had moved. Alias was frozen stiff but he did his best to seem calm as he focused his attention on my gloved fist which was still dangerously close to smashing