Michael Reese.
The harder I tried to control my powers, the more resistance they displayed, forcing me onto my knees for the umpteenth time. I glared vindictively at the tiny red orb floating above me as if it was mocking, huffing in disdain.
If this would continue, I’d be here for days or weeks, months even. To the outside world, I must be still lying on the bed, motionless, in a sleep state. And indeed, looking behind me, I could see my body unresponsive, my expression so peaceful yet jarring as if my soul had departed a long time ago.
I was alone with this insufferable shred of grim light, taunting me for my inability to conquer and subdue it.
I was panting for air, sweating profusely, as if I had undergone a heavy, prolonged cardio training. My heavy breathing was all I could hear,
