We arrived at a small town, under the pitch black night. The folksweren't exactly the friendly type either. I strolled around the streetsearching for an eatery or at least a snack-bar.I found a bar and I went in. I was greeted with the silence themoment I got in. The bustling bar had turned into a graveyard.“You lost fella?” the male bartender asked as he reached his handbelow the counter.“You need food or milk?” He asked again and that's when I knewsomething was up. I turned around and looked at the fear strickenmen and women staring at me.“Good Sir, is it liquor you want?” he asked again. I smeltgunpowder and I knew the bartender was holding a gun ready toshoot in case I turn out to be the bad guy.He was a middle-aged bald man, he wasn't brawny, he seems to nothave eaten for a year.“Do you have steak? With lots of sauce. Oh yeah, I'll need that milkyou mentioned earlier as well.” I said. I still stood by the door.“Pick a table Sir. I will get your orders ready.” he said and w
I jerked up and looked at her with anger.“Don't spout lies against Simran, she can never break my trust.” Isaid pointing my sword at her.“You do not believe me? Then allow me to convince you.” she saidand walked over to me in a sexy manner, tracing an invisible line onmy shoulder, then to my chest, I held her hand.“Tell me why I should not kill you right now.” I said withannoyance.“Because I have proof she's not your soulmate anymore. Your matehave always dreamed of a threesome fuck (two males and onefemale), so we sent her a lot of males to choose from. Who knows,she may already be in the bed with Drake Diamond and Austine,they are the males she's compatible with.” she laughed lightly andstepped back.I stared at her for a moment and then laughed.“You can't fool me, I know exactly what my mate can do and whatshe can't and won't do.”I then swung my sword at lightspeed and a thin line appearedaround her neck, blood seeped out and the head fell, and so did thebody.*AHHHHHHH*A hi
In a superb football field. Well trimmed grass, sunny weather, fans screaming in ecstasy to show their supports to the individual teams, flags were waving in the air. Twenty-two men clad in two different uniforms were running around the field doing their best to outdo the opponent team.Wardens F.C team were known for their gold uniform, while their opponent, the Crowders wore their signature Red and Black.Zachary Bemba was a striker for the Wardens F.C and right now he had managed to get the ball for the first time since the match began.“Zachary has just gotten the ball at his feet, will he be able to cope with his knee injury?” a male voice was heard through the speaker of the soccer field.“We all know that he won't score, I wonder what the coach was thinking when he put Zachary Bemba on the pitch.” another male voice came from the speaker.Biff Bradley and Antonio Espera. The two best commentators in all of TSF (Tron Sports Federation).Tron Empire mostly valuable sport was socc
Zachary Bemba was woken from adeep slumber by the crowing of arooster. His eyes abruptly rolledopen, glazed over with the remnants of a dream or rather anightmare.Zachary was first aware of the foul polluted air with a stale fragrance. It was nothing similar to the coolness of the air and its fresh fragrance he'd grown accustomed to in the big city of Alistair of the Tron Empire.He was lying on an abnormallysmall foam which didn't seem to be the same as the king-size bed the TSF provided all it's players. It wasvery uncomfortable and hurt hisback when he stirred.Zachary blinked as his as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room before propping himself up and orienting himself to the surroundings.He was in a room with worn out brick walls that had holes in it. Small sewed in ragged curtains hid the shabby small glass window on one side of the cramped chamber-just leaving a shy peek of the dirt filled road beyond. One wooden seat and a roughly made table stood at the
Zachary was jogging at a steadypace. He was mindful of neither the ever-present potholes in the dirt-roads of the Kinsh town nor the mud heaps brought about by the rain of the previous day.He hummed the Chris Brown song(Don't Wake Me Up) that was supposed to be released two yearslater.Zachary smiled softly. He was in a good mood. Above him loomed the blue sky with just a few stratus clouds making their unhurried way toward the town hall. The sun was already a golden ball of yellow above, promising more heat as the day progressed. All in all, he could not have asked for better weather to complete the system mission.It had been six days since Zachary returned to the past, and he was very close to completing the tasks in his first system mission.He had been exercising like there was no tomorrow in his vocabulary.With the Superstar system, he hadthe motivation to work hard andthus never once thought aboutgiving up when the going gottough.Every morning, he would start witha r
I regained consciousness only to find myself in a pitch black room. It was so dark I couldn't even see past myself. I was seated on some kind of chair but I don't know what. I tried to stand but my body won't obey me, I decided to meditate and link to the demon wolf but I felt nothing.“Do not trouble yourself with that which is out of your reach.” a voice said. Though sweet and soothing, I felt malice and hatred from it.“Who's there? Show yourself!” I said trying my very best to remain calm.“The great and mighty Roman Prince, Maximus Aurelius, harbinger of death, now degraded to a lowly captive.” she said and laughed maniacally.I tried to recall how I got here, how I lost consciousness and who this crazy girl is.“By now you must have known you can't connect to the demon wolf inside you.” she laughed again.I knew then that this witch may have something to do with me losing connection to the demon wolf.“What did you do to me witch?” I asked.“Temper, temper. Tsk tsk tsk. You know
As the battle subsided, Akira approached Taro, her gun still trained on him. "Why, Taro? Why did you do this?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of anger and sadness.Taro sneered, his eyes blazing with hatred. "You're just like Father, always thinking you're better than me. But I showed you, didn't I? I showed you all!"Jian appeared beside Akira, his gun also trained on Taro. "Enough, Taro. It's over."Taro's gaze flicked to Jian, then back to Akira. "You'll never take Father down, Akira. He's too powerful."Akira's eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that. Jian, take him into custody."As Jian moved to apprehend Taro, Akira turned to her team. "Good work, everyone. Let's get out of here and regroup. We have a new target: Father."Her team nodded, and they began to make their way out of the ruined building. Akira's mind raced with strategies, her determination to bring down her father's empire burning brighter than ever.Outside, Jian approached her, his expression serious. "Akira,
[Few months ago]“Alright boys! Let's go out there and help him clean up those fuckers! We shouldn't let him have all the fun!” Major Cutthroat roared to raise up the morale of the soldiers. He still could not believe what he was seeing. The young boy whom he thought to be a weakling was taking out the Taliban soldiers faster than a super soldier. His pride was pricked and he could not wait to get into the action. The same could be said for the other soldiers as they could feel their blood boiling in excitement.“Let's go!” *Meanwhile Bryan had just been surrounded by a group of three men. These men did not look like the ordinary Taliban soldiers at all. They were dressed in black spandex and skull masks. They seemed like ninjas, except they had no swords.“Who are you?" He questioned as he was a bit wary of them. The aura they were giving out was like that of a tiger. Before Bryan could ask another question, they attacked him. It was a fast and clean kick aimin