Page 64 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

Then it’s gone. Like he flipped a switch. He’s very in tune with his power.

Prodigy. Only Prodigy has powers like this.

“I’m gonna make you pay, asshole,” the masked man says. “I’m gonna make you pay for what you did to my brother, Thomas.”

I have no idea who his brother is, or what Thomas might’ve done to him, but it no longer matters. He aims a weapon at me and a dart bursts out of the barrel, hitting me square in the chest.

I look down, see the dart sticking out of my heart, and immediately know what he’s done.

It’s a drug dart.

The effects start before that thought is even through forming. I feel the chemicals inside me. They burn their way through the chambers of my heart, then empty into my bloodstream. Seconds later it’s been delivered to my entire body.

I fall to my knees, laughing. “You fucked up, asshole,” I say, crumpling to the ground, unable to control my body. I’m gonna turn back into Thomas and he’s gonna power up his own mental ability and put up a good fight.

A great fight.

“You fucked up. You just wait.”

My threats are ignored, but I have no time to wonder why.

The darkness is back.

I go into it relieved.

It really sucks being wrong. And I know I’m wrong the whole time I try to wake up. Because I’m not Thomas, I’m still me.

Asshole, I try to say. But it comes out as a groan. The one fucking time I need the guy to take over and he’s not here. Asshole.

“Not time to wakey-wakey yet, you freak,” a deep voice says off to my left. A sharp jab to my heart tells me all I need to know.

The chemicals flood my body and…