Artemis swallowed. "I'm going with the second pill." She took the second option and Ghost smiled. She met a few trainees in the dim room fighting and she found them training with weapons. A guy fell over bloodied and she trembled. This was the choice she made, she was not looking back.... Francis trembled on his bed. He scraped at the sides of his bed and his gums were aching. His teeth stretched into fangs, his stomach growled and he tossed and turned on his bed. He had a dream about the chupacabra biting him repeatedly and he didn't like why his senses were tingling especially the sense of smell. He also had a dream of consuming an animal so rabidly that its blood splashed on him."Sam!""Ah!" He saw blood smeared on his shirt. "Oh my god_""Sam!" His father Moses Flair the Mayor entered and he straightened. He changed into a band t-shirt so fast. Moses wondered what happened. "Are you okay?" Francis was as pale as death. He nodded struggling not to have a panic attack because
... Artemis had a choice, to turn back to people who didn't care about or to trust a man who tried to kill her. She had school to go to, she didn't care about school but she didn't care for ninjitsu and such either but considering how much Ghost could teach her about her company, how she could run it. She was bitter, he asked Ghost to kill her. Why would he do such a thing? Unless he asked Ghost to take her in his family's place like some sacrificial lamb.She brushed her eyes, she couldn't trust anyone. Ghost was tenacious, why didn't he just kill Maks on the spot, he could have easily overpowered him, why was he bent on letting him live? Not that she had anything against his family but could she truly trust a guy who even tried to slaughter Jessica? Heck no. Ghost opened a case in front of her. He had eyes at the back of his head. He was chanced with killing him but pitting a friend against him. The second choice was better or at least it put him out of course. It was best to leave
He levitated and Maks shot him into next week. Blood splattered on his face. He saw several red dots beaming on him and the room exploded with glass breaking out. The assassins were having a rough period with a bull rampaging around them. It flipped a grown man out of the house. Artemis was dealing with the sentry awakeners, who controlled electricity. The second controlled the electromagnetic field around metal and literally destroyed the house's plumbing to bind her up. She broke through grabbing them. She heard the sound of their bones snapping and flung them out the window. She convulsed at the electricity and dropped. He brought his rear leg forward to feign a kick, then snapped his leg back while he threw a cross at Ghost and he grabbed his fist. Throwing his hand aside. "Where are my grandparents?" He roared. "You throw a hard punch but that's nothing compared to what I can do." He shoved his hand into his chest and increased his molecular density. Maks fell over in shock.
He saw her tumble down the bridge and gripped her hand. Artemis yelped in agony, she groaned and he muffled the gunshots and dived before Francis zoomed past them. Artemis dangled on a metal frame. She pulled up with his help and they dangled on a rail wheezing. Pieces of sand crumbled off the rails. She groaned pulling up. "It's just a graze. Don't worry." She said with a tremor in her voice. He was out of breath while he dragged her out, his habits were catching up with him, he ducked when it rained more assassins. His head reeled and his head throbbed. He felt like he was going to throw up. The assassin who aimed was frightened when then he glanced at the chupacabra. It roared and it eyes turned green and he tossed them out of the bridge, and they fell out of the bridge. He looked relieved and Artemis held on. The bullet left a graze on her temple. "I'd love to go back up there but..." She gulped and shook her head. Feeling very small. She winced at the scrape on her temple. Maks
Maks clawed at the dagger in his hand hidden inside his jacket. His adrenaline was pumping. Good thing he brought a hat to cover his face."You don't want the manager to assume that you're some yahoo looking for spare parts to sell, do you buddy?." The tall man said to him brightly. He could not kill him right there. But he almost laughed at his assumption that he was trying to steal from him. He slouched on his stool. The man pulled the collars of his jacket together and his eyes were so murky that it made him look like a lizard. He was pudgy and he had perfect teeth. He gave him a twenty dollar bill and Maks slipped the money into his pocket. He listened to the two. "What do you want?" He shook his head. The dagger was still in his jacket. He turned to them and Mister Brandon seemed surprised and his eyes moved to the police crew. "I could have handled this." He said.Maks emerged from the bar scraped in a bad way. With a bottle in his hand."Myers." The cop said from the out
She shut the windows when she heard a barn owl screeching loudly outside of their window. It had been over three days since the mishap. Jessica was complaining more than an eight year old would on a daily basis, sometimes she asked about her grandparents often. Other times she asked questions that were bigger than her. Doreen held her temple, she tried to convince herself that she was a firm as a rock, who was she kidding? At least she toiled and tolerated Maks as much as possible knowing that he was overseas but the tides had turned. She kept raising a question about fireflies and she could not hear any music. Her talkativeness made twice as much.They were at Ward 60 and they had her oxygen tank held up for any leaks. ... The next morning, the cops were coming together and setting up a bounty hunt, he was buttered up but he had to retain an animal form, at least one that did not look like another one of nature's heftiest mistakes. A platypus would do, they didn't do much. He did no
Honestly, he would not go into a reckless rampage because his father died, sometimes it made him question if he did truly care. He did, Maybe he was just as cold as others claimed him to be. Maybe not. But he truly believe that someone killed his mother because the hammer's handle was grated inside the woodchipper but there was no blood on it. Except for the metal hammer, he was angry, yes but that was no excuse. Maybe in shock too but that was the only thing keeping him sane. He looked closely outside the window where an owl perched on a hook-shaped branch. The field was blooming now, full of dragon fruits, Asian Pear and Asian Persimmons, and pineapple guavas as far as his eyes could see. Mandarins and Dwarf apple trees with pink blossoms. He had that strange sensation that someone was watching him. Ghost was bidding his time, perhaps he would wait some other time. He was not ready. A fair fight would do him more good because he did not see a good reason to kill him, only a rea
She shut the windows when she heard a barn owl screeching loudly outside of their window. It had been over three days since the mishap. Jessica was complaining more than an eight-year-old would do daily, sometimes she asked about her grandparents often. Other times she asked questions that were bigger than her. Doreen held her temple, she tried to convince herself that she was as firm as a rock, who was she kidding? At least she toiled and tolerated Maks as much as possible knowing that he was overseas but the tides had turned. She kept raising a question about fireflies and she could not hear any music. Her talkativeness made twice as much.They were at Ward 60 and they had her oxygen tank held up for any leaks. ... The next morning, the cops were coming together and setting up a bounty hunt, he was buttered up but he had to retain an animal form, at least one that did not look like another one of nature's heftiest mistakes. A platypus would do, they didn't do much. He did not know