She tackled him, all of a sudden, her knees hitting something in his windpipe that stung something fierce. Then she was on top, smirking victoriously, and despite the rug burns on his arms, he was just happy that she was here, with him, instead of out there and fighting something the both of them were too small for.
“Missed me much?” he…[Read more]
She ran into the field, ignoring the way her boots sunk into the muddy ground.
She could hear the killer lumbering behind her, his heavy breathing a ever constant reminder to his presence. But for fuck’s sake, she was a track star. It’d be almost embarrassing if he caught her and turned her into minced meat.
No. Running was her territory.…[Read more]
He nudged the box gently with his foot, giving her another of those crooked grins. She eyed him warily. Knowing Aidan, it would probably contain a rattlesnake or one of those ugly monster masks he’d loved scaring her with so much. And yet – it had been five years since that had last happened. Maybe he’d matured since then?
“C’mon.” He held out his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
She looked up at him, nose still runny with snot. “Can’t. Other people will see.”
“So? Who cares about other people? Screw them. Screw everyone.”
Without another word, he grabbed her hand with his and began to run. Their footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, bouncing off the cheap…[Read more]
“Do you trust me?”
“Are we related?”
The dark-haired boy gives her a quizzical look. “… No?”
“Ah, then you know the answer to your question.”
The blonde reclines on the couch, a smirk on her pretty face. She never was going to make this easy for him, was she?
The blond boy slaps a hand against the glass, palm stinging as it collides with the barrier. But he doesn’t care. All he cares about is the girl sitting behind the glass, handcuffed and blindfolded, yelling his name and not even knowing that he is literally inches away from her. He watches again as the bastards douse her in icy water, drenching…[Read more]
He looks back, and she’s still all wired-up, shivering despite the blankets he’d heaped on her earlier. A moment passes. Her entire frame shudders, as if the chilliest wind in the Arctic had just flitted through her room, and if he weren’t listening so hard, he probably wouldn’t have heard the small sob she’s just choked back now.
He wonders…[Read more]
“Is this really the best idea on the planet?”
“Hmm,” Danny said, seemingly mulling it over. “Probably not.”
Kat took his hand. “Fair enough.”
The cops burst onto the roof, and they jumped, free-wheeling through the air. She could hear him screaming, and she was vaguely aware that she was, too. Whoever said death gave you dignity was…[Read more]
He looked at her and tried to see past the polite smile she often used when prompted to come out from behind her mother’s skirts. Her long dark hair, often restricted in a bun, now hung well below her shoulder blades, fanning out behind her like waves, shifting slightly every time the wind blew. Her eyes – large and brown and unflinching as ever -…[Read more]
She rubs at her tired eyes for what feels like the nth time in the last two hours. She’s been working on these edits for forever, and her brain is swimming with all the codes and files she has yet to re-order. If only she could take a break, then maybe her brain could actually start working again.
He claws at the thick wood panels, nails not even leaving a single scratch. There’s a gag over his mouth, and for some reason, he cannot undo the knot. He has always been good with knots. The thought makes him panic even more, and he starts to struggle anew. A few seconds later, it sinks in: he is trapped in this closet, for god knows how long,…[Read more]
She would never forget the first time she had stepped into the golden atrium. Mouth hanging open, she took in the golden pillars wrapped with silver lifelike vines. They were everywhere, supporting each and every beam, and it seemed to her that one kick would send the whole structure toppling to the ground.
Kya wiped the sweat from her brow for what seemed like the nth time that day. They still hadn’t reached their quota, and the burning sun was no help whatsoever. It beat on their backs like a forge, turning her brain slow and sluggish, even as she tried her best to work. But when the sun set and the master stepped into their hut, whip in hand, she…[Read more]