Heroes Beneath Us: Chapter 4
Heroes Beneath Us "So far we've been lucky. Most Supers come forward without resistance, but a few do resist. We've been lucky that those who do resist do so because of ideals, not because they feel all powerful because I'm not sure what's going to...
Maybe I'm the one...
The next day, all the members of the newspaper who made the story on travis was found murdered at their desks, all doing their works before they were murdered.
Elephant Tears
Hugo munson is not a murderer." giselly pounded his fist on the table, emphasizing his strong words.
Corrupted
(Verse 1) Twisted is the mind, holds dominion over his dreams, his fantasies. Winding, swirling, entangling his thought. Loading, guiding, steadying his shot. Untamed is the rage, it shoves him toward, a road of sweet discord. Darkness,...
Kurt: The Intro
Oh fucking great a murderer and a rapist just my luck i'm gonna kill this prick he thought.
How Things Are
A cool summer breeze blew past a solitary Doberman standing on the corner of Griffith and Green avenue; the edges of his open trench coat fluttered, revealing two silenced Berettas on each side resting comfortably in holsters. One Silver. One Black....
Family Ties
Family Ties I wasn't sure what was more surprising, that the Praetor himself would call upon a lowly private investigator like myself, or that he would call me the day after I saw his assassination on the evening newsfeeds. It had been the top...
Happiness
I had just gotten away with two murders.
Chapter II: The Halo Trident System
"i think both of us figured out who had murdered the captain when we saw the feather, the idea would be further hammered in when i scanned the feather and found that it was covered in static electricity."
Awake (a short story)
I opened my eyes for this first time. Instantly I was filled with so much information, it was like it was being shoved into my brain. I knew I was starting my life, and programs were being ran. I knew I was a fox,...
A Midnight Stroll
The kingdom sleeps and streets are quiet. The moon shines bright on my evening stroll, across the stone road where only the crickets sing their tune. "What a beautiful night." I couldn't help but enjoy the atmosphere and breathe in the cool air...
Rest Stop
How could robert picton grind 49 prostitutes from vancouver into sausage, continuing his murderous spree for four years after one victim managed to escape and report him to the police?