Adam climbed into his room through his window. He was sweating furiously. He ran fast and furious towards his room. He didn't come straight but climbed over walls , jumped from roof to roof , different alleys and such so that if they had any magical way or bests to track him he it would be difficult. He knew the military wouldn't give up on him so he decided to hide for a while and what better place than the slums.
He made a plan to stay in the slums when morning came. Adam walked to his bed and sat on taking off his shoes when he heard a voice.
"You've got some courage to be messing with the military. " the voice echoed in the room.
Adam stood up changing his hand to his claw. He didn't know who the person was but he was gonna attack him first. But when he looked around he couldn't see anyone.
"Who are you?" Adam said but he was ready for anything.
"That my child is what you make of me ." The voice echoed again. Before Adam could curse at the voice for being a bitch riddler but before he could and clocked person walked out from the shadows in the corner.
Adam was about to jump at him but he froze. Sweat started to flow from his back. His body was shaking. He felt cold even his bones started to shiver. Adam hadn't face a foe as strong as this. His instincts told him to bow down before this entity and face what ever was coming towards him. The monster parts that he had consumed were now part of him but they screamed in front oh him. His claw changed back to their original form. His legs trembled but Adam held on and didn't drop to his knees.
The figure walked to the chair that was near the bed and sat cross legged. He was imitating a aura of death , despair and calamity. Every particle of his screamed as if demanding respect, honour and obedience from anything and everything.
There was complete silence in the room. Adam didn't utter a single word for he didn't know if he was gonna die or not. His brain had completely shut off.
"Child what is your name?" The figure voiced out.
"Adam….. s ….. sir." His body said the word on it self as if it didn't wanna die.
"Is that all?" The figure said. His voice calm as the lake.
"Adam Drake . Sir."
"Adam Drake ,what was your father's name?"
"Nicolaus Drake sir." This time Adam answered willingly along with the sir. He old said as much as was asked his military training kicked in.
"So his legacy lives. This answers all of my questions. Hmmmm , child this is joyful news." The figure sounded as if he was happy. "Child my name Victor for I am indebted to your father. He was a truly in a sense a nice man and a good friend too. He and I have been friends for the last 150 years." The figure said but the last sentence had pain and guilt in it. "He who shall have been the king of us was killed by his own blood. He foreshadowed this but still accepted it. Child I had heard that he had a son and wanted to congratulate your father myself But i was preoccupied with matter that I couldn't leave so I sent my family but it seems he met the same fate as your father."
Adam could care less what he was saying all he was focused on right now was to stay alive. The figure kept on saying stuff about Adams father's dreams and all that , the time he spent with his father , etc. then he said something to Adam that he wasn't ready for.
"Child you are too weak. I shall care for you like my own son. Do you wish it."
Adam thought about this for a while then got on his knees. " sir I am humbled by your love and respect for my father but I shall carve my own place in this world." All the movies he had watched came helpful in this moment." But sir I would like to ask one favour. If it's possible?"
" Ask child."
" Sir could you give me knowledge of the languages of the world?" Adam took a risk for a shortcut to learn the language but he wasn't sure if that's possible.
"Is that all?"The figure asked as if he thought of it as a small matter.
"Y… y….yes?" Adam got excited. He was saved from all the hassle of learning the new language.
The figure took a step forward but suddenly appeared in front of Adam. Before Adam could even move his eye the figure place a finger on his forehead and said "This is the least I can do."
Adam suddenly felt as if his brain was ripping apart he crawled into a ball on the floor and fainted from the pain. The figure then walked back to the shadows and disappeared. The voice echoed again in the room "You are you fathers blood, walk the path he did. Take his place for the world will be in need soon."
Silence filled the room.