Chapter 160

 Is prettier than Arial” he didn't know when that came out, he smacked his tempo, feeling stupid.

Andre stood in the courtyard with Sylvester, wondering what the both of them were doing standing there.

He glanced at Sylvester, “I brought you here so that you can know how to use the new acquired strength very well” he said, turning to him.

When he said nothing, he continued “you can try your speed, and your vision, your hearing power here also” he added, and then left him, standing there.

Andre watched his back briefly, he wondered why he was acting smug, he stepped forward and saw the trees, around the courtyard, he started hearing a bird chirping from a distance.

He walked towards it, he suddenly heard the clicking sound of glass behind him, he turned around quickly.

He swept his gaze around the trees, his sight sharper than before, suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a flying arrow.

He caught it out of reflection, his breath quicken, he turned around and moved forward, listening carefully to capture the chirping bird.

Sylvester stood before his window, looking at George's grave, his heart twitched, he felt an incredible lose within him.

Young Sylvester was sitting on a bench, close to the police deputy, George entered the station, he walked briskly and squatted before the nervous Sylvester.

“It will be alright, Sylvester, I will go talk to the sheriff” he squeezed his palm softly, before going into the sheriff's office.

Young Sylvester could hear what they were discussing, “you have to transfer him to another school, I don't think those bullies will give up” he heard the sheriff advised George.

After a few minutes of argument, he heard George's sad voice.

“I will do as you have said, Sheriff” he kowtowed to his proposal, he came out of the sheriff's office and saw Sylvester still sitting.

He stretched forth his arm, “let's go home” Sylvester took his hand and the both of them stepped out of the station.

The next morning, young Sylvester prepared for school, he hurried down to have his breakfast, but, the moment he saw the sadness on George's face, he froze.

“I am sorry” he said, his voice having so many undescribable emotions, Sylvester shuddered “but, I still want to go to the school, I have so many friends in there, that I won't be able to make in my new school” he briefly commented.

George shook his head in exasperation “left me son, I won't do that to you, my hands are tied, I can't do anything about it… come here, I have a surprise for you” he said.

Sylvester reluctantly walked to him, he handed three pints of blood to him, in different sachets, he caressed his hair softly “all these for you, and, I will bake some delicious cake for you also” he proposed, Sylvester looked at him with wide eyes.

“Will you teach me how to make cakes?” he asked, with cute puppy eyes, George