120. The shadow

Henry's POV

I stood in a street, watching a family of four on the other side of the road.

I chuckled.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked.

The cement blocks fell from the crane down at the newly constructed skyscraper. While the onlookers, including the family, still thought they were safe because they were behind a fence and not that close, the building tilted in their direction.

A metallic rupture was heard, and then everything happened very fast.

The building crashed into the people, killing dozens.

I watched on.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked again, this time louder, amidst the screaming people.

"Wanna rile me up with just that? How weak." I knew my body was fighting against the shadow, and this was also the reason I was not inside the black-haired child while the catastrophic memory repeated itself but was at a distance to it instead, within my own body.