Chapter 2 Chapter 2
Bailey’s POV
When I woke up, I was surrounded by blinding light. At first, I thought I was dead — maybe in Heaven. But then, a chorus of urgent voices snapped me back to reality.
“Hurry! Take her to the emergency room! She’s in shock!”
My vision slowly cleared, and I realized I was lying on a hospital bed. Doctors and nurses were bustling around me, moving with practiced efficiency.
“There seem to be no external wounds… no internal bleeding. Maybe a minor concussion,” one of them muttered.
Minor concussion? I had just survived a nightmare!
They fussed over me incessantly, which only made my frustration grow. I couldn’t wait to recover and leave. My mind was foggy, and half the events from last night were a blur.
“Hold her head! She’s moving too much!”
The doctor’s hand steadied me, and then it all came rushing back — memories like a storm breaking over my mind.
The two brothers fighting. Tristan ripping his brother’s heart out — and him still alive. The running. The terror. The black heart shoved into my chest.
I screamed. A sound so primal it echoed through the emergency room.
“NO! Get away from me, you monster! Don’t touch me!”
I felt nothing but darkness and an overwhelming tide of rage.
“Hold her! She’s having a seizure!”
This wasn’t a seizure. I had no control over what was happening. The nurses and doctors tried to restrain me, but it was like I had become… The Incredible Hulk.
“STOP!” I yelled again. This time, one of the nurses flew across the room, landing with a heavy thud. Shock froze everyone. The nurse groaned, clutching her head, but she was alive.
The doctor quickly checked on her, then turned to the others. “Sedate her.”
I somehow calmed myself, still staring wide-eyed at the nurse. What the hell just happened? And how?!
The nurses approached cautiously, injecting the sedative. The world tilted again. My head spun. Light faded. Darkness swallowed me once more.
Third Person POV
London streets rarely witnessed the supernatural. Today was different. A storm of unnatural events was brewing.
In a shadowed alley near a student dorm, a portal shimmered open. Two figures stepped through, seemingly human — yet unmistakably not. They came from a parallel Earth, one of countless coexisting realms.
Their attire was an odd blend of medieval and modern, and their presence carried a dangerous purpose: to harness a power just released.
“Sister, can you sense it?” The brother’s voice was low and commanding. He was tall, blonde, with piercing red eyes.
“Yes. But it’s weak. I can’t pinpoint it. Though… I sense something else.” The sister’s red eyes scanned the alley, narrowing as she detected a faint trail. She pointed.
“There. Something is there.”
In a wisp of smoke, they vanished — appearing at the alley’s exit.
“My, my… look what the cat dragged in,” the brother smirked, his voice laced with menace.
They had discovered a speck of Tristan’s heart — or rather, his power.
“Is he dead, brother?” the sister asked.
“No. Comatose. Might never wake,” he replied. Activating the residual power in the dust, it glowed a vivid red, forming a floating circle in midair. Images flickered to life: Tristan’s last moments, Nathaniel’s heart being ripped out, the black heart thrust into an unknown human female.
“So he really did it… just as the Sorcerer predicted,” she murmured.
“He did. I thought he wouldn’t, being the elder brother,” he added.
“And Nathaniel?”
“He’s alive somewhere, but cloaked. Hidden. He can’t be sensed.”
“But… how? I thought he lost his power.”
The brother chuckled. “A missing heart doesn’t mean he’s powerless. His abilities are limited now, controlled by the woman Tristan used as a vessel. But she is from this world — weak. She won’t contain it. Eventually, she’ll hallucinate, destabilize, even self-destruct, releasing the power until it returns to him.”
The sister’s eyes narrowed. “So Tristan’s plan was to delay his brother… buy time?”
“Exactly. But he didn’t account for his own coma. The Sorcerer conveniently left that out.”
She smirked. “Typical. He manipulates everything. So… how do we find this girl?”
The brother brushed his coat. “A passerby found them shortly after the confrontation. Called an ambulance.”
“Ambulance?” Her voice betrayed her confusion.
“An emergency transport vehicle. Common here,” he explained, frustration flickering across his face.
She stuck out her tongue. “Like I care! Let’s find her and report to the boss. If we fail…”
He shivered. “We find her. We bring her. End of story.”
In a swirl of smoke, they vanished again, leaving Tristan’s heart-dust floating in the air.
Bailey’s POV
“Let’s try this again…” a policeman said, holding a clipboard.
“So… you’re telling me that you overheard two men fighting in an alley, and the one in the coma ripped the other’s heart out and shoved it into your chest?”
I nodded, deadpan.
The officer rubbed his forehead. “Dear God… what are you kids reading these days? Whatever you think you saw is probably shock-induced. Just rest. Go home. We’ll call for a statement when you’re recovered.”
They left, muttering. Yep. They thought I was crazy.
But I knew what I had seen.
The real question: what happened to Nathaniel? And what the hell was I supposed to do now?
The doctor decided to keep me overnight for observation. When Mama called, she panicked. I convinced her to stay home — too much risk she’d bring the whole family and I’d never hear the end of it.
I sighed. No use stressing tonight. I’d sleep and think tomorrow. Maybe the library held answers. There had to be something written about this… something.
With that, I finally drifted off, exhausted, into sleep.
