SPARKS: The Smoke & Fire Series (Prequel Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

for them. Jumping
about like a string-puppet’s, Mycale’s legs refused to stay still. Someone was
approaching.
     
    Mycale took in the presence of
two large men built like NFL all-star football players. Passing his room, he
watched the men enter the boy’s room. Seeing the boy cower as the men stood at
each side of him was a sign that they weren’t there to be friendly. The boy’s
body sank inwardly as he dropped his head low to his chest, too frightened to
look up at the men. Watching, Mycale prayed they weren’t planning to hurt the boy.
     
    Without warning, the men began
slapping and punching the boy. The boy’s head jerked and snapped with each
blow, making Mycale flinch and jump. Hearing the boy’s muffled cries, the vibrations
penetrated Mycale’s body. All attempts the boy made to fight back were lost.
     
    Mycale stood, pounding the glass
wall that faced the boy’s room. Screaming for them to stop, he hoped to draw
the men’s attention.
     
    The sound of the woman’s voice
flowed continuous through the speaker, but Mycale ignored her request to show
his ability. Fearing for the boy’s life, he screamed louder and pounded harder.
“Stop it. He’s only a boy. Stop hitting him, please.”
     
    The lady’s voice never stopped,
“Mycale, show us your ability or they will continue to beat Ivan.” Hearing the
boy’s name made the incident more personal.
     
    Yelling toward the speaker,
Mycale said, “I don’t know what you want me to do. I don’t have any abilities.
Please make them stop. We didn’t do anything.”
     
    Ivan’s beating commenced as the
woman’s voice became nails on a chalkboard. Mycale pounded the wall harder.
Suddenly, the wall shattered, making the man and woman stand behind their desk.
Surprised by his own strength, he didn’t have time to think about it. Running
over to Ivan’s room, Mycale slammed his fist against the outside of Ivan’s
wall. He shouted, “Leave him alone you monsters.”
     
    The men continued to pommel Ivan,
raining down punches that intensified Mycale’s anger. Mycale’s pounding
shattered the second wall of glass. He was so upset, he didn’t care about breaking
glass or how he’d done it. Just as he ran towards the boy, Mycale was jerked
back and slammed to the floor. His head collided hard with the floor, sending
shooting pain to his brain and throughout his body. Immediately, his aching
head was pinned under the man’s boot. As the groove of the boot pressed into
his cheek, Mycale struggled to see if Ivan was okay.
     
    Unfortunately, Mycale found that
his nightmare was just beginning.  After having shown the man and woman he
could break glass walls with his hands, they still denied his request to go
home. Mycale wondered; What more do they want to see?
     
    After another round in the
soundless room, Mycale and Ivan switched places. Again, Mycale didn’t know if
it were a day later or hours later. Back at the cubes, the walls he shattered
had been replaced.
     
    While being punched and kicked
with no remorse, Mycale caught a glimpse of Ivan screaming for them to stop.
His own desperate pleas and Ivan’s muffled screams were ignored. The strikes
were hard and frequent, each lick booming through his body as he fought to
protect his head and face. He’d given up his attempt to fight back when the
force of one of the blows toppled him from the chair. Mycale rolled his body
into a tight ball, each kick and punch a pain filled nightmare.
     
    At some point during the
relentless beating, Mycale became filled with so much rage and hate he could no
longer distinguish pain from anger. He was aware of the man and woman watching
and of Ivan, who had never stopped yelling on his behalf.
     
    Mycale was beaten until his body
physically stopped functioning. Reduced to a series of exhausting gasps, he no
longer pleaded for mercy. A strong surge of an invisible force took his breath
despite the crush of the harsh blows. Seemingly losing focus for only a