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BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
°°° Guilt of Love °°° Opening his eyes Colonel Williams found himself on the bed of his host, his arms wrapped around her body. He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her neck. He looked up at the ceiling and allowed his thoughts to wander, allowing himself to explore his feelings at the moment. His eyes suddenly widened as he remembered something. He had promised Karen that he was going to get back home in time to watch Sean’s Inner Ring battle. "Oh crap," he whispered as he turned his head to the alarm clock on Colonel Jennifer’s lampstand. It was already a quarter after nine in the night. "How could I have let my guard down so easily?" he grumbled and rushed out of her bed to put on his clothes. After gathering his things, the Colonel quickly but silently left the room, trying not to wake Colonel Jennifer. Running to the living room, he quickly put on his suit again. In a few minutes, he was done and was about to open the door when he heard someone clear their throat
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY THREE
°°° Dirty Old Man °°° • Kingsley Street, Northwest Philadelphia • Sitting outside, on the porch, Karen was unable to sit still for very long. Every vehicle that drove past their gate would result in her raising her head, but each time, she would bow her head in disappointment. She looked at her phone, and it was already a couple minutes to ten. The curfew that was announced earlier today was to commence at 10:00. With only ten minutes left, it was no surprise that for the past fifteen minutes, no vehicles had passed by. She wiped her face of the tears and stood up, ready to go inside. Any hope she had about her grandfather returning home tonight was gone; maybe it was hanging on by a worn-out thread, but that thread was about to snap. All she could do was hope that he had been pulled over by the cops or had decided to spend the night at his Colonel friend’s place after he found out about the curfew, but the fact that he hadn’t called made her doubt her only hope. S
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR
°°° Watch Your Tongue °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • The early hours of Tuesday morning were oddly misty. The howling winds were an uncommon phenomenon during the summer. In a rented apartment with the three fellows he had picked to keep him company, the bald Russian mafia boss, Boris Romanoff, sat in the living room watching the news with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. "Good morning boss," the blonde Russell greeted me as he entered the living room. On the table, Boris had littered a number of newspapers, all of which held a similar headline, the same as the news highlight the newscaster was breaking down. The topic of the attack was a number of military personnel. "Who the fuck is dumb enough to attack the military, though?" Russell laughed and sat down. "I mean, don’t they realize that they would be starting a war with the government?" I mean, these aren’t cops. The government will definitely be pressured to act. "Whoever ordered the attacks and the ones tha
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
°°° Order of Death; A Life of Billions °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • -Colonel Jennifer’s Residence- Sitting at the dining table, the Colonel, with shoulder-length black hair and a patch of gray hairs above her right brows, just like Colonel Williams’s, had her blue eyes focused expectantly on the wall clock. Her facial expression showed that something was on her mind—something she was unhappy about. The clock struck three fifty-five pm, and she picked up the bronze jewelry box beside her, took out a silver ring with an oddly large blue gem that had an alluring radiance to it, and pushed her middle finger into it. "The days of strife are done; the peace of the great darkness is nigh," she chanted with a frail and ghostly tone. Immediately, the entire house became so silent that it could drive a person mad. It was peaceful but traumatic. The light in the house slowly dimmed. The light bulbs and even the sunlight that was peeping through the windows slowly dimmed til
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY SIX
°°° The Magic of Mind °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • In the apartment Boris and his underlings had rented, Boris had just finished brunch when Russell returned from the door with the Mohawk lady, Andrea, and the brown-haired fellow, Jeffery. They had left on Tuesday morning and spent the whole day, as well as the following day, Wednesday, on the streets, waiting for The Wall’s messengers to contact them concerning the hunt for the Colonel they were after. "So… who is it?" Boris asked before they could even greet. "Straight to the point... heh... the boss is really tired of this shithole we leave in," the carefree Andrea chuckled and took a seat. "So The Wall sent his guys to deliver the message. The heat on him right now is insane. The entire White Cross is trembling right now, boss. Anyway, we found Old Man. At first, they thought it was Colonel David Mark, because although Colonel Jenifer Moretti also didn’t flinch, we couldn’t find anything on her. Every time the Old
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN
°°° The Mage, The Trickster, The Internal Bully °°° "Holy cow! It worked… "It really did vanish," Gerald was genuinely shocked. Andrew wasn’t wearing a long sleeve shirt that would have allowed him to hide the card. He was truly stunned. "It did not vanish." "Remember what I said a couple seconds ago?" Andrew asked. "About the truth of magic?" Gerald asked. "Yup!" Andrew smiled, proud of himself. "I said it was to trick the senses and tell the mind what to expect." And when I said, "When I raise my left hand, the book cover will vanish out of sight," I was speaking to your sense of sight. The card didn’t vanish. "It is still in my palm, but to your mind, it is gone," he explained with a smug smile. "Here, feel for it," Andrew said, stretching his hand out to Gerald. Gerald looked at the kid in awe at the kind of confidence and liveliness that the persona was forcing him to hide. He smiled and stretched out his hands to feel for the book cover, and it was there, but he couldn
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT
°°° Raging Bull °°° • Central Oakland, Pittsburgh • -PADomain of Warriors Tournament Stadium- In the massive building, with a thirty-five thousand sitting capacity, the announcer stood in the middle of the battle ground, announcing the battle that was to commence in a moment to the cheering crowd. The middle and upper classes both had their triple threat matches in the morning and afternoon, respectively, that day, and the victors had been decided. Now, all that was left were the tiebreaker matches. The Lower Seven versus Lower Twelve had ended relatively quickly, and the commentators had given their guess as to why. To them and everyone else that had been paying attention to Lower Seven’s previous matches, it was clear that he was a wild boar, throwing in seemingly uncoordinated hits, until he had made his opponents sure that he had no pattern to win, then he would attack them, taking them off-guard, bringing them down with skill and finesse. But today, he barely put
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY NINE
°°° Bull's Bane °°° Edwin roared and charged at the immobile and wheezing Sean, then threw himself at the lad to spear him into unconsciousness. "It seems the match is over," Dave said with a disappointed tone as Edwin made the charge. "Uh... don’t be so sure about that just yet!" Nelson, the commentator in the middle said with a surprised chuckle as the whole crowd gasped and erupted into a loud uproar. "What? What happened?" Dave raised his head in confusion. "Let’s see playback," Jemma said in haste. She was enjoying the look of disappointment on her colleague’s face when the upheaval of cheers began, so she also didn’t see what had happened. Viewing the scene in slow motion, as Edwin shot forward and was in midair, unable to stop, pause, or do anything to save himself, the practically unconscious Sean suddenly raised his right leg, pulled it back, and pumped it forward, slamming his feet into the flying bull’s face. The slowed motion showed the flailing motion of t
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