Immortal

Everyone was gripped with fear as they all realized the shooter wasn't bluffing but meant business. Mr. Luke rushed towards Mike, with Mike holding his stomach, Mr. Luke held him from behind, "You silly boy I told you not to go!"

"Now this is what you get when you screw with me," said the shooter. "Everyone should comply now or I start shooting you one after another to take your money from your corpses," the shooter added.

"You are not acting like one who has been shot," Mr. Luke said as Mike stared at him in awe. "I can't feel a thing," Mike replied as he removed his hand slowly from his stomach. "You are perfectly fine," Mr. Luke said as he glanced at Mike with surprise.

Standing to his feet, Mike walked up to the shooter with boldness as he said, "Time for you to leave now!" The customers who witnessed Mike being shot were marveled as they all stared at Mike in surprise. "Seems like you are back for another round!" said the shooter as he pointed the gun at Mike. Before he could pull the trigger the second time, Mike felt an energetic move in his body as if he was being controlled as he unconsciously blasted the shooter to the wall with a wind blast.

Everyone who was at the coffee shop stared in awe as they all cheered Mike for saving them. "How did you do that?" Mr. Luke asked with curiosity. "I have no fucking idea," Mike replied as he gazes at his palm.

"Dude, that was so cool," Peter said as he approaches Mike from his hiding place. "How did you do that?" Peter asked fixing his eyes on Mike. "I am about to find out," Mike replied. "Take me to the shore," Mike added. "Not so fast," said Mr. Luke as he blocked Mike from leaving. "Who are you leaving that asshole for?" Mr. Luke asked as he points Mike's attention to the shooter. "Call in the police to take it from here, I will be right back. I promise," Mike said.

At the shore, Peter followed Mike as they headed to the shoreline, "What exactly are you looking for?" Peter asked. "I just remembered! I was here last night and I saw a glittering seashell," Mike replied. "So we are looking for a glittering seashell?" Peter asked with curiosity. "Yes!" Mike replied. "What does that has to do with how you blasted the shooter away?" Peter asked sternly as he fixes his eyes on Mike.

"Everyone in this Island knows me as a loser," Mike replied. "How could I possibly take down an armed man without putting up a combat fight. How can I be shot at and nothing happens?" Mike narrates. "You have a lot to explain," Peter replied. "That's why I am here to find that seashell. Maybe it holds the answer to all this," Mike replied. "Seriously? A seashell, huh? Dude you got to wake up from your sleep," Peter said.

"You have known me to be honest and truthful," Mike said as he held Peter by the shoulder. "Help me find this seashell," Mike pleaded. "Very well then!" Peter replied. "But make sure it's worth it," Peter added. "Of course!" Mike replied with a nod.

Throughout that day they searched the seashore but there was no sign of any seashell, "Dude, we need to get our asses back to the mainland before it gets dark." Peter said. "Alright buddy," Mike replied. "You have tried," Mike added as they made their way to Peter's car.

Suddenly there was a violent wind that beat against them. Stirring up the sands, they became unable to see, "Mike, is this your doing?" Peter asked with curiosity as he tried seeing where he was going. "That's not me!" Mike replied covering his eyes with his hands. Not quite long a mystical creature that looks like a sea serpent came out of the sea and grabbed both, Mike and Peter, with its tail.