Plan B

In a different section of the city known as sector Zero which was one of the better parts of the city of Levigne, where the richest people lived was a huge house in particular. 

All the lights were off, with the house plunged into complete and absolute silence when all the lights suddenly came on. 

Through the windows, from the long pathway leading to the house, any stranger would have been able to easily see an old man dressed in black, with a walking cane in his hand suddenly appear the moment the house lit up, only for him to drop to the ground, loud enough for it to carry throughout the entire area, considering how quiet it was.

"Father…," Yelled a young man of about sixteen running as fast as he could towards the man on the floor the moment he appeared, having been waiting quietly for his arrival.

"Kurgh...Krrrgh," The man began to seriously cough, automatically bringing out his second handkerchief for the night, and coughing into it, regardless of the fact that it was already stained with blood. 

By the time he was done and able to calm down a little, there was no part of the handkerchief that wasn't stained with blood.

"Father…," the young man sighed at his father patting him gently on his back, as he laid him on the floor, since moving him will only make him feel worse.

"Why did you have to go out? You could have done it when you were feeling better…"

"Martian, You and I both know that I'm never going to feel better," His father gently replied, a little glad to no longer be on his feet.

"Did you see him? Did he accept?" Martian asked, curious to know his father's next plan of action.

"He did not," he replied in a sober tone.

Silence reigned in the air for a while before the young man spoke again.

"How? There's no reason for him to ever reject such an offer…" the young man replied with a shocked expression on his face.

"Maybe it's just this old man's bad luck," he sighed in return, doing his best to quietly speak while steading his breaths to ensure that he didn't go again into a coughing fit.

"...I could still take over your powers and carry out the mission father. With my own powers, I'll be undefeat..." Martian said, deciding to beg one more time, seeing as he knew that time was slowly running out, but his father quickly interrupted him,

"Stop! I refuse to transfer them to you and have you become just as sick as I am in the future,"  He commanded in a sharp and domineering voice, with the full knowledge that a human body shouldn't have more than two powers and three would slowly strain and weaken the body in different ways.

"You are my son and I've told and taught you all you need to know..." he continued speaking in a caring tone.

"Our organization needs to grow. It's the only way we can take over this continent, as ours is barely surviving. The leaders protecting the raven continent and anyone that stands in our way need to die. This means that we'll have to use our plan B. He's unstable but I'm running out of time," he said, glad to see his son nodding and giving him his utmost attention as he knelt beside him with his face hovering above his own.

There were things that the citizens of the five cities of the Raven continent weren't aware of and it's to our own advantage if it stayed that way.

"I will father...but is there really no way for you to survive after transferring the powers?" Martian asked, already building a box of hate for the person that would be indirectly responsible for his father's death.

"Even if I survive today, my body won't survive the we...Krugh ...Krugh...kruuuugh," he said only to begin coughing strong enough for specks of blood to coat Martian's clothes.

"Father!" he yelled checking his body to find the source of the sudden heaving that suddenly came over him, only for him to see a red disk in his father's hands slowly sucking every bit of energy and power from him.

"A Power root…" he gasped identifying the object like-disk in the blink of an eye.

With no other option, Martian silently watched as blood began to drip down the side of his father's mouth with him unable to do anything to help since his power had nothing to do with healing, and even if it did, it was already too late.

After a few seconds, Martian watched as his father finally stopped shaking, with barely any strength to move any muscle in his body, signifying the end of the transfer.

Just as he was about to confirm that his father was really dead, he unexpectedly watched his father's mouth open, before hearing a very low whisper come out of his mouth,

"Kill the boy. We can't have any loose ends in our mission. He cannot be allowed to live…" Martian heard his father's day, instantly understanding the boy his father referred to.

He was about to open his mouth to answer, when he suddenly noticed that he could no longer hear his father breathe.

"It would be my pleasure…" Martian said aloud to himself, as he struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.