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Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 7Part 7
I can't lose Marni again...
"Not again," he whispered, frozen in fear. He had to do something to save her, but what?
Alton turned to him again when he didn't move, his own panic increasing. "Nathan? Nathan, there's nothing you can do!" he hissed, as if reading his mind. "He has a gun, you have nothing, and if it's her time..."
"No!" Nathan jumped to his feet, determined to stay and somehow rescue her. But his sudden movement caught the attention of the gunman on the stage and he whipped his weapon towards him, firing off several shots. What happened next went by in a blink. Nathan felt one of the bullets graze his arm, tearing through his costume and flesh, and screamed as pain seared from the wound. With the man distracted, Enya had elbowed him in the stomach and twisted out of his hold, grabbing his gun arm and forcing his shots to go off target when he aimed at Nathan. She flipped him off the stage and grabbed the microphone stand, prepared to defend herself wit
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 6Part 6
I should have known I'd be caught...
Nathan swallowed and continued to stare at him. Alton's expression never changed, as if he was waiting for him to do something, so the writer straightened and took a deep breath. "Well, I did," he said, trying to stay calm. "And I think, after that, you owe me some answers."
The devil raised one eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Do I?"
"Yes." Nathan nodded, his confidence growing. "What is going on here? One day, you're asking me to help you find and get rid of these Sins, and now I hear you arguing with one about not doing the job you gave her. How can you expect me to help you when... when you're pulling this kind of crap? What are your intentions, Lucifer?"
The twitch in Alton's mouth widened into a wicked smirk when he used his proper name. "My intentions?" he repeated with a small laugh, turning away with a roll of his eyes, as if he were going to leave without explaining anything. B
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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