《The Sons of Adam: The Boy Named Nod Book 1》Tomorrows
Advertisement
Jorgensen's throat fit into my hand rather nicely. I squeezed once to wake him up. I squeezed a second time once his eyes opened, and kept my hand tight.
"Listen to me," I said, inches away from his face. "We're going now. You're going to call everyone off and let us out."
"Why would I do that? I've got enough disposable guards. You'll die eventually," he hissed through my grip.
I curled my fingers, digging them tight into his greasy flesh. "You aren't listening. I told you to listen. What do you think I'm going to do first if you refuse to submit? I'm going to tear your bleeding throat out."
He laughed disdainfully through a half-closed windpipe.
"You're mist and illusion boy. You've never killed someone with your own hands. You let dreams do the dirty work. You don't have it in you to kill me," he growled.
I smiled. He didn't like my smile. That's what I guess, from the way the blood drained out of his face. "Maybe it'll be a razor gutting you. Maybe it'll be a stone hand caving in your skull. Or maybe it'll be a homemade bomb rammed up your arse. You'll die. And then who'll be disposable?"
He wasn't looking at my eyes now, his eyes were searching for Nandin. For Widow. They found Maizner, in a pool of blood, his Mr. Jonathan marionette laying across him.
"That's right. He's dead. Nandin's trying to keep himself from being turned into a wallet and belt set by Mr. Jonathan. Mr. Rook is threatening to tear Widow's legs off. Trevor and the others are keeping your disposables at bay for the moment. So right now, it's just you and me and my sister here. And I'd hate to have to kill you in front of her," I said.
Advertisement
"Your sister? Should've known better," Jorgensen growled.
"Known better than what?" I snarled.
"Known better than to let Maizner kidnap her. We knew when you brought her through, when you made her real. Maizner needed her hair for puppet wire. We played along with the father thing. I wiped her memory. Should've known better than to bring you into this with her here."
I said nothing. There was nothing to say. I just tightened my grip on his throat.
"Michael... Michael don't," came Rebecca's voice behind me.
My name... She...
"Rebecca? My name is Nod," I said quietly.
"No... No, it's Michael. Michael Tarcynski. You aren't a killer Michael. They are. They are so you can be safe."
"Rebecca, let me handle this."
"No... No... You made me, didn't you Michael? You built me in your head, just like you did them. I'm wasn't meant to be real," she said.
She looked at her hands, at her shivering icicle fingers.
"I want to go home Michael. Do we have a home?"
"We'll find one Rebecca. Don't you worry." My eyes met Jorgensen's, my lips moving slowly, so he wouldn't miss a word. "We go or you die. Count yourself lucky I don't kill you outright for what you've done to her."
His teeth sank together, his jaws twisting, trying to grind his mouthful of needles together.
"Go. Get in my way, we'll kill you."
I let go of his throat and stood, adjusting my suit and tie. "It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Jorgensen, but I have had quite enough of your hospitality. Everyone! Fall in! Miss Rebecca, if you would?"
I offered her my hand. She wrapped hers around it, a smile dawning. Nandin and Widow moved toward us, as did the disposables. Jorgensen raised his hand, shaking his head. We walked to the elevator and boarded it as a family. And as the doors closed, I started to cry.
Advertisement
I had stopped by the time they opened again. Rebecca had dabbed them dry with one of Mr. Jonathan's handkerchiefs. She was frowning a sad clown frown, wringing the handkerchief between her hands. I stepped off the elevator first. The imps scampered out ahead of me, carousing in the solid steel lobby, sliding across the floors.
Mr. Rook touched my shoulder.
"Before we go any further..." A quarry in mid-day.
"The imps may not need to know, but we do." Old leather and older revolvers.
"How much have you sacrificed Nod?" Top hat, razor blade surgeon.
Why? Why did they need to know? It would change nothing. We were a family again. Why did it matter?
"What do you want to know lady and gents? How long I'll live? How long you'll live? If there's any way to stop it now? To undo what I've done? How about this. A list. Fifteen years tops. Same for all of you. That's if we do real well. You can be damn sure I'm going to look for a way to let us live longer, but I'll die before I look for a way to send all of you back."
Rebecca leaned forward, peering into my eyes with mother's.
"Don't swear. It's unbecoming a gentleman like you."
Trevor, Mr. Jonathan, and Mr. Rook nodded in agreement. From her gasp, the imps shared my sentiments. I turned and shook my head, walking away from them, walking out the door.
It was snowing. It never snowed in Chrysalis. Only rain got over the wall and squatted over us for months. Never snow. I pulled off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. My glasses slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground, shrouded by snow. I leaned down, seeking them out with my hands.
"What are we going to do now Nod? We are out of a home, a job, and are in the middle of a snowstorm."
I stood, slipping my glasses back on, and hit Trevor between the eyes with a snowball. I laughed (I laughed?) and started running. Rebecca giggled behind me. The imps squealed in delight. The Wulf Brothers were chuckling. And Mr. Rook was rolling a snowball larger than I was.
THAT is what we would do today.
Past the sunset and sunrise, we would find a tomorrow.
And that would be soon enough.
Advertisement
(Dropped)The God Of Apocalypse
Do you like Overlord? Do you like (Insert fantasy universe here) then this is for you my friend! YGGDRASIL MK2 has come and our little guy is going places. Follow him going to several fantasy universes that you all know and love! See him stomp all opposition because he is The God Of APOCALYPSE Scary... (This is nothing serious. Take everything with a grain of salt.)
8 173The Doors of Power
Cody is doing his best to survive high school, to live up to his father’s expectations and the Abbot name - he better grow up quick if he wants to be a Marine. But each day that dream seems further from reach, because let’s face it; he’s just not big enough, not strong enough. And if everybody just sees the 'little guy'? Laughter. Pain. The more he tries to be like his father, the greater disappointment he faces. And now does he even want to be a Marine? To protect and defend a society that can produce such cruel and selfish assholes? Fortunately he’s just been sucked into a dungeon for the next three days, and if he doesn’t figure out magic, stats, and his inventory - he won’t have to worry about it.
8 140Frame of Mind (Fae Mythos: Gar Darron 1)
In a city of darkness and murder, the greatest danger is found in the mind.Alany hasn’t tracked anyone since the war, but when his lover goes missing, old skills are all he can trust.With no other leads, he is forced to contact a mysterious network of telepathic magi, and risk his sanity for hope.When the mind is no longer sanctuary, and even memories can be bartered, is there still power in love?The first book of a new series in Edward Eidolon’s Fae Mythos. A note from the Author: PLEASE leave a review and alert me of any plot holes, weak portions, and anything else. I am in desperate need of beta readers and feedback. I wrote this around the new year, 2020. It's about 40k words and the first in a planned series that follows Gar "Alany" Darron and his agency of detectives as they track missing persons in the city of Throne. I have the sequel planned but not written. Once this one is completely uploaded, I'll be uploading another, unrelated series that as of right now is roughly 160k words long, and somewhere in there, I'll write the sequel to Frame of Mind. I plan to go back and forth between the two series for the foreseeable future. Thanks for reading.
8 61The Uncertain Adventurer
-- NOW RELEASING CHAPTERS EVERY WEEKDAY! -- When her little brother is murdered, Rowena must choose: stay safely in the hometown she loves as the Merchant she was born to be, or become an Adventurer on a quest that will take her and her friends to the very heart of her world’s Class System. Rowena has always known who she is and what she wants. Hasn't she?--The Uncertain Adventurer is a fantasy serial with light LitRPG elements and a focus on character development as well as an Odyssey-style adventure. Although the first story arc is told entirely from Rowena's perspective, the story features a strong ensemble cast.It is PG-13 mostly for themes and topics, without excessive amounts of violence or sex, though both occur in the story. -- Eventually, but with plenty of notice, the plan is that each arc will be released on Amazon as both an ebook and an audiobook.Current plans are for four ~100-150k arcs and one novella-length arc for this 'series' and at least two ~100k arcs set in the past of this same universe.
8 196Special Dishes In Hausa
Abincin zamani Dana gargajiya
8 239My favorite Wandanat Oneshots
8 95