With the pair of scissors, Claudius took the first three petals on the green plant that had turned pale. It was not the first time he would notice some abnormalities in his calculations. The genetic engineers had removed one or two sequences from the plant. This was the best, so far. About sixty-six hundred plants had been planted. They had been trimmed and groomed to withstand the toxic atmospheric air. Sixty-six hundred was the best so far. They had recorded a hundred per cent yield, the best since they started some fifteen years ago. Plus, it was the final piece that would make the batch whole. He was going to sell it to merchants of course, but that would be only to keep his inventions and his creations from ever being extinct from the surface of the earth. Failure had eaten deep into his work too. Ever since Dorin passed on, he had found it hard to replace him. His demise was a tragic one and somehow, Claudius wishes that the situat

 First, it came towards the right side of her face, forcing her back with an inhuman force. She could have kissed the floor from the impact, but recalling her training, she masterfully used her left hand to bounce on the floor and back to her feet.Something walked through the sides of Zach's face, anger, Nina was not sure, staying alive bothers her more. Taking another step back, she tried to drive her clenched fist into his left cheek, to keep him from pinning her to the wall. It was successful, at least her moving fist made it close to his face, to the intended target, until he stepped to the side and shoved his knees towards her abdomen. Nina had predicted that which made it easy to dodge. Cursing at her failed attempts, she spanned with her left foot, taking the boy's previous position and keeping herself from harm's way.Zach's face narrowed

 It was happening again. The soot, the screams, the dust and ash and the smoke that had clouded the world, rising into the heavens and rapturing with the clouds. That sense of dejection and sorrow and fear. It was all happening again as if reminding her of what she was, what she had left at the brink of uncertainty. She could still hear the cry of her daughter and her husband as the fire consumed them, causing their skin to droop from their bones. Everything was happening again. She had not done anything then, and she doubted she could do anything now.Hissing, Catherine's hands reflexively went to her stomach. It had come so naturally, and it didn't amaze her when she saw the swelling tummy. She was pregnant, and would soon be put to bed. Her husband was supposed to make the cradle, to prepare the house for their second baby. But, there he was, shouting out her name as he burned with their da

Carlos pouted and using the back of his wrist, he wiped the blood that smeared the sides of his cheeks. Marcos was lying lifeless on the floor, blood pool stretching until they were lost under the divan. Carlos had never seen such devotion before. Not in his short life. For Marcos to have taken his existence, only one thing remains eminent, they were dealing with something that was perhaps greater than any of them. Something mystical and outrightly dangerous, so to speak. What bothers Carlos was that these groups were using his name and emblem. If they were as powerful and an intrepid organization-as Marcos’s action had depicted-why go through the hassle of using his identity and brand? Why not create a name from scratch and make it fearful. Or was this a quest for supremacy? Was this another way of sending a blind message that a battle line has been drawn? The grass suffers when two elephant fights. Who was the elephant and who was the grass? What was their aim? What do they want? Ca

 Vick moseyed through the flight of stairs, chest sitting up in the air as if she saw and knew what no one else did. She was on holiday or had retired, so it was difficult to ascertain her current status. The Dwellers had paid some of them off, laying them from their duty. Since there were more people—young fresh blood—willing to serve their country, it was time to travel to the prominent Wetland continent and settle down with the man of her dreams. She didn’t have one in her life, but she was sure she would find one if she searched. The last man she had tried to love had cheated and betrayed her. She had killed him though, she had rid the land from the infirmities of fools who would stop at nothing but bring disaster upon the earth. Not that she was bent on following the law, no, far from it. She was the law herself. Every Dwellers was, especially the Shaleks. They were the ones who killed and brought to justice any off