《Heartful》Chapter 9
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I had no idea how long I'd been staring into the room, when I heard footsteps behind me.
"Hands up where I can see them!" I heard Adam's shout. "Now!"
I glanced backwards to see him striding towards me, the gun in his hand pointed at me. I realized only belatedly what he had yelled, but raised my hands above me head.
"Got you now, Connor," Adam said, coming closer. "Just what is this— Oh, shit, what the fuck!"
His stride faltered when he saw the body, but he recovered quickly. His grip on the gun tightened, his eyes filling with disgust as he regarded me.
"On your knees, Connor! On your knees, dammit!"
"It— It wasn't me," I croaked. "I found her like this."
"Yeah, of course," Adam sneered. "Connor Moore, I'm arresting you for murdering Vivienne Cohen and Garen Presley, as well as being complicit in the demise of eleven Vessels and Mergers. Now, will you kneel or do I have to—"
He couldn't finish his sentence, because his head exploded. Blood flew everywhere and I cried out in dismay, ducking for cover. Adam's body fell to the ground with a dull thump, revealing Della behind him with a plasma gun in her hands. I watched dumbly as she dropped the weapon and ran towards me, hopping over the Adam's body.
"Come on, we got to go," she grabbed my hand and tugged on it, and I reluctantly followed.
"Y-You killed him."
"Yes, I did. He would have accused you of murder and locked you in. I couldn't let that happen."
"You fucking killed him!" I wrenched my hand out of hers. "You shot him in the head!"
Della turned back to face me, brow slightly creased. "Yes?"
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"You can't just go around murdering people! What the fuck! What— How will I explain this? I can't even— Why did you do that?!"
"I already told you why," Della said with a tiny frown.
I opened my mouth to reply, but at that moment someone shrieked behind us. It was soon followed by a panicked shout, and at that point even I realized that it was time to get away.
"Come on, this way," Della said, taking my hand once again. I really hoped that she had a plan—she seemed like she did—because I had no idea what to do. Everything was happening so quickly, and my mind was still stuck at the bloody image of Vivienne's body. What were the chances that it wasn't her, but some other woman in her room?
I also had no doubt that the murders will be connected to me. I left fingerprints on the door, and it wouldn't be too hard to figure out that I knew both Adam and Vivienne. I couldn't think of any way to prove my innocence, so what did that leave to me? A lifetime in jail? Living the rest of my life as a fugitive?
"We shouldn't have left the gun there," I said, slightly out of breath. We were practically running, going as fast as my bad leg allowed.
"We don't need it."
"If we have to fight the security—"
Wait, was I already this committed? Now that we had killed one of them, would I kill the rest?
"We have other options," was all Della said.
We took one empty corridor after the other, spotting other people occasionally but never stopping, until we arrived to the less-inhabited area of the building complex. After a couple more twists and turns, I realized where we were headed: to the abandoned storage room where I hid the children.
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"Have we evaded all the security cameras?" I asked.
"Yup," said Della, swinging the storage room's door open. "It will take them a long while till they realize where we are."
"Alright," I said, going inside and securing the door. I limped after Della, making some effort to be quiet; the children were sleeping, the various shapes of their Vessel forms lying all around.
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8 227A Wish Beyond Chaos
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8 344Hail the King
When the common folk hear of the Hell King, they think of many different things"It is the king of monsters!" "A calamity unfolded that knows nothing but destruction" "The true pinnacle of hatred and wrath." "A savage demon that eats children" "It's no doubt the king of despair as well as every child's bed monster." However, when you ask those scholars of ages long past, they will answer "It is one of the many riddles of life, one that no man has yet solved." "It is a great question, one so great that you shouldn't ask." "I honestly don't know." "Truly child? Since youth have I dreamed of meeting it, and you expect me to fullfill such a task in my lifetime?" "Nobody truly has any evidence it is evil, yet at the mere mention of the name I tremble in fear." One thing is for sure. Nobody truly knows who said Hell King really is. Not the greatest of cultivators, the grandest of swordsmen nor the wisest of sages. Nobody even knows where the stories of the Hell King come from, and yet everybody knows them. This is a story about a broken man, a man cursed by the heavens, an enigma to the whole world, a ruler of a dead kingdom and a monster born out of despair. "I wish not for women, I wish not for gold nor do I wish for happiness. All I wish for is to be granted eternal rest."
8 177What's This Fiction ? A Very Incomplete Project.
A fiction about itself and it's writer. Which is a very narcissic choice from the author, really, couldn't he have written anything else ? The cover was hastily made on gimp by the author. He has no rights to the image used on it. He doesn't have the artist's agreement for using it, either. Because he has no idea who's the artist.
8 182Dungeon Irregular
A calamity among all boss monsters, the strongest living being, and a powerful weapon of an alien civilization is born. Well, at least that was the plan. Lucy was supposed to be the final boss of a heroic battle but... things don't always go as planned. This is the first wn I wrote. It is a hobby project I started to improve my vocab. Have mercy plz All credit for the cover goes to me, drew it myself in Photoshop :P
8 107Subterranean
After The Great Wars, an empire made up of beings called "consumers" rule the world and dominate an inferior race, the"subterraneans". There is a final resistance to consumer hegemony put forth by the Sitmians, a tribe of individuals with a unique culture whose origin is shrouded in secrecy. Read chapter one to meet the protagonist Roask and uncover his life as a consumer.
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