Domi-ium, First Cycle Past 9F
“They call him the Time Killer. My brother.”
In order to fully document the battle between Ian and his brother, Chan-Man had given me access to the Domi-ium files. At least as much as I needed. I never went to his planet. This was my first visit to his ship.
“This ship is an ATOM 214. He has a new model, the 214s.” he told me on my
New Orleans, Louisiana March 1919 Cain walked slowly toward his ship. Behind him lay Italian grocer Charles Cortimiglia, another victim of a serial killer who chose to use axes that he found at his victims’ homes to attack them. Cortimiglia would survive, but a dozen more would not be so lucky. Cain would drop a letter off to the local paper, the Times-Picayune, which read in part . . .” they have never caught me, and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the
Domi-ium Second Cycle Past 456 When they were growing up, the two Gra brothers had been forced to spend a lot of time together. According to Domi-ium society, the mothe
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Vintem Hill, Rio de Janeiro, August 20, 1966 Today was a great day for Carlos. Today was his eighteenth birthday. He had taken the afternoon off and was flying his new kite on this summer afternoon. The teenager walked slowly, watching his kite rise and fall gently with the gentle breeze. As he got to the top of one of the hills, Carlos saw what he thought were two sunbathers. As he got closer, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The shock of seeing two dead bodies saw him involuntarily releasing his kite, followed by vomiti
Lexington, KY September 1997 Scouring for unsolveds in other states is one way I spend my time, and I found that the newest invention, the World Wide Web made that easier. My love for useless trivia gave me an idea that I wanted to investigate further. The internet can be a cesspool of porn, false prophets and politics, but can be beneficial for the police to share information. I came across a case in New York that peaked my interest. I knew one of
August 15, 1918 “Tell the police to be careful not to rile me. I take no offense at the way in which they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid so as to amuse not only me. But it be better that they never born than for them to incur the wrath of the axman.” Cain laughed. So far he had killed seventeen as the Axeman. He had left two alive as he found a scared ape is better than a dead one
Quadrant 23 Cain had stopped time and was reliving his last conversation with the Ambassador. They had been on Cain’s ship. He had been reclining on Thing, relishing all the destruction he was creation. Cain heard his voice before he saw him. “You make me proud Tur;Po , So much of my greatness radiates from you.” Cain stood. Thing backed away until needed. “Our people have a name for what you are Ambassador.
Quadrant 7 Ian was stuck in the past. He had watched memories of he and QMark for hours. The younger Gra had watched so long that many of them had repeated. The one he had watched more than the others is this one, where his mom was singing to him. “Little Moo I love you, you are part of me You are so like my father, who ac