He dropped anchor at the house and lowered the broom. "That was me." Thanks to his current situation of being suspect, he had absolutely no means of fending for himself. He was back to the habit of counting backward. The trials spoiled his image and the employers kept saying no. He was counting on student loans. He had debts to pay up. He went upstairs and curled up in his bed. Qi Level: 50k >49k Due to his sleep manipulation technique, he could turn day into night and vice versa, he could turn everyone in his subconscious state into chess pieces, or make healthy connections with just about anyone without sounding too blunt. He reset his dreams and make them say what he wanted them to say or fail at chess. He jotted down dream journals even if his dream sounded ludicrous, the one dream he could never seem to control is showing up naked to high school. His trying to stay concealed only amped up their laughter. That was enough to jolt him out of his sleep, he valued status and so fa
He traced his dad who just arrived at the docks. A very large cruiser was tagged USNS Barracuda. Tucker was just packing his bag. He met up with him in a jolly mood. He walked aboard the ship, anticipating the motion of the deck so he could walk steadily without losing balance. Melvin felt something grappling him by the ankles. He gazed at the midnight blue water. Pouring onto the stairwell. "Get your crabsticks over here, the ship's about to sail." "I just...need to get my..." He screamed when Ghost pulled him downwards. There was a big splash."Anderson!" Tucker rushed down the steps and the others tried to help him. The ship gave a loud echo loud enough to scare a war veteran and it detonated. A flare spliced through the ship and Melvin sank deeper into the deep. He booted back and Ghost dragged him. He could see the surface. The reflected light got farther and farther away. He looked down. The darkness he saw made him panic, as he was dragged down even more. He struggled to get
His grandparents were experiencing a holdup on the way. ...Barnard Fletcher was driving the car, Suzanne dropped on the other seat, she had an eerie. "Good grief, Bernie, I never thought he would go out this way.""It's the serviceperson person's way to go anyway, you can never really tell what's stirring under the covers." He held on to the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. They had stopped for gas. They were 50 miles away from home. aisled in between shrubs and suburbs. The assassin to aimed a sniper at a truck away from their sedan then she grunted and shot their tires, it burst and the metal scraped on the road. "It's done, sir." She said."Very good." He said giving attention to the Ice cream parlor. He entered and assessed the booths and oreo stools that felt as good as they looked. His body reflected the environment like an octopus. He took out a tube from his pocket and tapped a few drops of a strange substance in her ice cream. "Where did he go?" Jessica a
He shook his head, the second cop hit the first on the shoulder. "He has a right to know anyhoo." "Know what? Why is she in the infirmary?""That's enough questions, boy." He shuddered. What if she got hit by a bus? Or a taxi, what could be worse? The prison cell was cold with white bricks and a window at the top. Moths were dancing hopelessly around an inbuilt light. There was an uncomfortable-looking stainless steel toilet. "I just need to call somebody.""I'm afraid we can't let you do that, phone services are closed. You'll have to spend the night."His throat closed up. Communication was far-fetched, his phone was confiscated. He was not allowed to take incoming calls. Perhaps even after the booking process. What was he going to tell her? Perhaps the parlor just set itself up for failure yet again. "We'll be watching you, there are cameras everywhere just in case you want to play the rat maze. We want none of that." He said. [ So much for fair treatment ] He added.
He glanced at Artemis who strode in, admittedly, she had a big presence, she had two fresh red scrapes across her nose. Her lip had a cut on it, her red hair remained waist-length, and she had a grim look on her face. And a crumpled manila envelope hanging in her hand by the end."Surprise, surprise, I thought I'd be the one to end up behind bars." She said. He noticed that her left eye was red. She rotated her arm and hissed. He had been surrounded by a lot of wealthy kids and not once had to ask them for money like a street urchin not crossed his mind. "I thought you were traveling the world.""I've seen enough." The Constable eyed the both of them and frowned at Maks. "Do you want to file any more charges, Miss Kroner?""Tch no."He saw that she was about to comment further but she clamped up. The sound of her last name didn't sit well with her. She scratched the side of her nose."I've had enough already..." She muttered. "It's been taken care of. I just need to talk to him."
The constable blinked at him and he gaped at the empty table where his phone had been. Ghost stepped back and Doreen's head turned when she heard a loud, long-lasting hiss and she began to feel dizzy. She checked on the oxygen tubes by Jessica's bedside and Ghost laughed when she knocked on the door. She swooned. He turned to Maks who was glaring at him from the entrance of the hospital, he looked like he had just run a marathon. He wore a black hooded coat with a scarf like it was negative 50 degrees outside. He had the precise asian look, slanted eyes, a white buzz cut, high cheekbones, and a certain imperial look. Maks looked at him from head to toe, he rushed past him and Maks checked the rooms. "Hey." He said knocking on the glass. He asked for Jessica's ward and the worker was alarmed. She was no older than he was. He thought she recognized him somehow but she put a file by another stack."You will have to sit down while I check my inpatient index. They've been moved." With h
She shut the windows when she heard a barn owl screeching loudly outside of their window. It had been over three days since the mishap. Jessica was complaining more than an eight-year-old would do daily, sometimes she asked about her grandparents often. Other times she asked questions that were bigger than her. Doreen held her temple, she tried to convince herself that she was as firm as a rock, who was she kidding? At least she toiled and tolerated Maks as much as possible knowing that he was overseas but the tides had turned. She kept raising a question about fireflies and she could not hear any music. Her talkativeness made twice as much.They were at Ward 60 and they had her oxygen tank held up for any leaks. ... The next morning, the cops were coming together and setting up a bounty hunt, he was buttered up but he had to retain an animal form, at least one that did not look like another one of nature's heftiest mistakes. A platypus would do, they didn't do much. He did not know
Honestly, he would not go into a reckless rampage because his father died, sometimes it made him question if he did truly care. He did, Maybe he was just as cold as others claimed him to be. Maybe not. But he truly believe that someone killed his mother because the hammer's handle was grated inside the woodchipper but there was no blood on it. Except for the metal hammer, he was angry, yes but that was no excuse. Maybe in shock too but that was the only thing keeping him sane. He looked closely outside the window where an owl perched on a hook-shaped branch. The field was blooming now, full of dragon fruits, Asian Pear and Asian Persimmons, and pineapple guavas as far as his eyes could see. Mandarins and Dwarf apple trees with pink blossoms. He had that strange sensation that someone was watching him. Ghost was bidding his time, perhaps he would wait some other time. He was not ready. A fair fight would do him more good because he did not see a good reason to kill him, only a rea