It had been 3 days since Bobby had died, Bruce had only managed to drag his dad's body home but hadn't buried it or something. However, the body of his dad didn't smell, which was somewhat mysterious. Anyone who wasn't a mutant or pure breed was supposed to live the life of a normal human and die a normal human death but it wasn't so in the case of Bobby which really made it mysterious.
Bruce clearly remembered leaving his dad at the door of the room, it hadn't been closed, it was left wide open.
People actually saw Bobby's body, they had initially thought maybe he just chose to lie there for a while or something or maybe he wanted to rest. Well after a few days, they noticed his body had remained in that position which called for alarm.
After taking the initiative to investigate they confirmed Bruce was dead but something was weird about his death. His body didn't produce any stench, rather it turned to ashes making it look like someone had burnt it. Since Bobby was dead and his body was burnt, it was obvious the killer was trying to cover his tracks. The question that bugged everyone's mind was simple, 'where is Bruce?'. Since Bobby had died, Bruce hadn't returned home, could it be he was the cause of bobby's death? or he had been kidnapped? but who would want to kidnap such a poor kid? everyone was shocked at the news the FBI had released, it portrayed Bruce as the killer of his father and he was declared wanted. To some of the neighbors that lived close to Bobby, this was simply a display of tantrum by the security personnel. The considered Bruce a little kid who was incapable of fending for himself, come to talk more of killing his dad. This theory didn't even sound reasonable, it was mere falacy. A child killing his dad for what? so he could live well?? or so he could suffer a little bit more before taking his own life?
"can you move your feet?" the doctor asked Bruce, "yes" he responded with a smile on his face. The doctor and the nurses were still in a daze, this child is really mysterious. "well, since you can move your feet and you can stand, you look relatively okay, so maybe we will have to think within ourselves before we can fix a date for your discharge". Bruce nodded calmly, he was overly joyed with the new turn out, few hours ago he was crippled but right now he could kick a ball with very powerful shot, sweeping the keeper and the net of the field. That's the feeling he got from the news of his legs being good enough. Right now, all he could do was wait in anticipation for his discharge, he couldn't wait to be free from the shackles of the hospital and it's smell. However, even being possessed by an endless sense of joy, Bruce still had one thought lingering in his head, someone obviously wanted him dead. From the look of things, it had something to do with the league of assassins.
The league of assassins was a very fierce association, they usually took up jobs with relatively high pay to take down victims. Not just anybody could hire a member of the league, if one were to hire a member of the league, one needed a magnanimous sum of money to pay the association. However, the deal was usually between the assassin and the hirer, but the profit had to be shared amongst the assassin and the association. Seventy percent went to the assassin while thirty percent went to the association.
This association was just too formidable, even the leaders of the colonies had a hard time coping with this association. When a case was traced to them, the colony just had to let it go. This association had one time ordered the assassination of a colony leader, and in two days the leader had died. This incident shocked the whole world, from that time the association had been respected by all the various colonies.
Furthermore, colony leaders always possessed spirit souls. For one to become a colony leader, one had to possess a spirit soul, and must be from the rank of soul grand lord, only then can one become a colony leader. Colony leaders were given the title KING. They were considered the owners of the colony, immediately they died nature will choose another KING. They soul emperors will come together to perform a ritual to choose the next KING. However, the soul grand lords were even more rear than the soul emperors. In literal terms, they could be considered to be as rear as a phoenix feather.
Their strength was unmatched by even the soul emperors, they could take them head on. Once in history, an emperor had decided to go against the will of the other emperors to become the king. However, a soul grand lord had already been chosen, but the emperor refused to back down, he went head on with the soul grand lord. The grand lord was one who possessed the ability of more than two creatures. This made him even more formidable, the emperor had put up a good fight but had still lost in the end to the grand lord. Emperors from the start where just made for the awakening, some emperors were were born with other spirit souls while some where just born emperors.
This strength came to show the claw marks the association had marked out on the sands of time. This claw marks couldn't be wiped out even by using the best of technology, and if these are the people coming after Bruce, then it was obvious he was very close to his end. Moreover, the person that wanted him dead had to be an elite of the society.
Lisa walked into the room and shut the door behind her, she walked towards his bed slowly looking at him now in a different light. At the firm, she had seen him as a lonely cub because of the strength he has shown, right now what she saw was no longer a cub, but a giant comodo dragon. She looked at Bruce slightly astonished, "is it true??" she asked in a confused tone. " yes" Bruce nodded his head in response and hugged her tightly. Although she hugged him, she did it hesitantly. She wasn't sure what to think anymore, the kid was too much of a package that had not been opened completely.
"My dad!!" Bruce sat up and shouted. "sister Lisa, my dad hasn't been buried and his body is Infront of the house, it should stinking by now!" Lisa looked at the kid, she then heaved a sigh and said "the house had already been locked down, your dad's body......" she then turned away not completing the statement or looking at Bruce, "what happened?" Bruce asked now about to burst into tears. "His body was disposed" Lisa said with a saddened face. Bruce, forgetting the promise he had made earlier began to sob again. Lisa held him tightly, "it will be alright" she said. "since your alright, I discussed with the doctors to take you home tomorrow, is it okay by you?" Bruce nodded his head, somewhat feeling a little bit okay, he was already fed-up of this place and it's smell, it was high time he left.