"What!Really?" Her body jerkedbacktothe couch with laughter. He grunted. "Hey,stop laughing! It was really f*** up!""Yeah, a small time gang with an army of adaptoids. Who is going to believe that?"He whined. "But Becky, I really fought them?"She said. "Most of them were destroyed during that century... and the last one resides in the museum"Draven heaved a sigh and turned to the holographic screen."Whatever... can we just watch the show""Sure." she leaned back and snaked an arm around him.He murmured while he watched the scenes. "But it was strange..."She whispered. "What was?"Dr
"You have failed!" the man turned around and signalled his men.His goons moved, his throat dried with apprehension. He slumped to the floor. "Please, I can fix this..."He raised his hand, his men paused their steps. "How?""I know him, where he lives and where he goes...""Enough" the boy's gulps resonated in the dim office, he said. "If you can get it done, I will pay you half to finish what your boss started, understood?" he tilted his head lower, his aquamarine eyes shimmered a dangerous light, foretelling his future predicament, if he disagreed."Yes, yes" The boy banged his head against the floor."Good. I want to see his head" He said, settled himself into his chair."Yes""Take him away" his
A figure bumped into a couple. "Hey watch where you are going!!" He ranpastthemand turned to the alley, panting fast breaths while goons chased his back.Hepushedthecansandboxesoutofhis path.A cat stretched his back in the middle."Get out of the way?" He shouted. He jumped on the dustbin and leaped with an outstretched hand and caught the ledge of the wall.He pulled himself up and grasped the exhaust pipe with his legs and climbed up to the first floor. The buffed goons copied him and leaped to catch the ledge. With their sheer weight, the ledge cracked, they fell to the ground. He snickered and jumped across and caught a rail. He pulled himself in. He ripped his shirt off and wrapped it around his hand. He closed his eyes and punched the glass. He grunted and walked inside.
The bell rang across the building; the teacher paused his touch pen on the board, students sighed. "Yes, it is finally over!"The teacher pocketed his pen, said. "Before you go, remembertodoyour homework. Fill in the answers on page 345."They moaned. "Yes, sir""Good. See you next week." He packed his bag and calmly walked out.Draven yawned and stretched his arms back. He placed a bag underneath his desk, an arm swept his books inside. He zipped it and strapped the bag around his shoulder.He took a glimpse of his table. He paused, seeing a note. Draven glanced around, his classmates were busy chatting while they exited the classroom. Draven reached for the note and flipped it open to his blue-jay eyes.&nbs
A hover car flew over the old bridge. She swiped a finger across the plate, said, "Hmm, Gerald.""Yes, my lady." the driver glanced over his shoulder."Can we make a stop here?" She said, her gaze shifted to the flowing river. "It will only take a minute."He tilted his hat, said. "Whatever you say, my lady." the car descended on the side of the bridge.The door swished open. She stepped out, a cool breeze brushed apart her spitfire locks. She placed a hand on her head and walked to the ledge.She rested her elbows on the brick rails, her eyelids fluttered close, reminiscing about the past. She sighed."I guess, he doesn't need me anymore" she said, she unpocketed glass plateand took one last look.
Jessica floated in front of him. She tilted her head down, said. "Nice to finally meet you, Draven" His forehead scrunched, Draven asked. "Who are you? Wait, are you blind?" Her nose wrinkled before she suddenly laughed. "Now, I understand!" "Actually, I am not blind, Draven" "Then why...?" She giggled, said. "Because you won't be able to control yourself if I do" At the moment, she opened her eyes. Pink swirled around her eyeball, an invisible forceshot into his head, becoming him to obey. Draven bit his tongue, tasting his blood. His eyes turned blood-red,hereleased a heavy pressure. The forces col
Thousands clapped, resounded a rhythm across the stadium.A giant boa wrestledwithatwoheaded hellhound in a tough battle, warming up the platform for the finalists while the performers of red and green danced around the mascots, almost cheering them in a way.Meanwhile, within the changing room. A back slammed against the locker, shifting the noisy room in silence. They paused movements and turned to the sound in bewilderment. Osborne pinned Draven to the locker with a fierce expression. Draven smiled, not the least bothered.Few of them rushed to break the fight."Osborne! What the heck are you doing?""Shut up!" Osborne snared, chilling them on the spot.Draven said, "Chill, bro!"His electricgreen pupils flared, he growled. "Don't
While the spectators settled themselves in the stands. The stadium fell into darkness. *Hiss* *Hiss* A thematic electro beats played in the background, bringing smiles to the experienced spectators. "Welcome a team that needs no introduction, Slithermine High!!!" Lights flickered, a massive boa slithered from the entrance, leading the team under the shower of cheers. Darkness enveloped Pablo Hendrix's feet, he levitated a stage higher. The drone quickly projected him on the large screens. He raised his fist in the air, said. "Slithermine!" and pointed at his back, 'Is always' He tossed the shirt. 'No. 1' The stands thundered, going totally hysteria. From the Hellhounds' side, the spectators threw cups and bottles.