Too damn slowly, the woman reacted, whipping around to face the shattering glass sound as the gargoyles began bearing down on her.
With one hand, she ripped the covering off of the long thin weapon, revealing a halberd that pulsed with blue energy, a lightning bolt carved along its staff with a...
Okay, so.
I'm currently dealing with a fairly serious real life thing (like a 7 on the Richter scale) so I'm going to delay the launch of this bad mother by a week at least. sorry to those who were all jazzed to start.
I'll keep you folks updated, and I'll shoot a pm around to make sure yall...
"Mm," Vernon replied - to all of it. His eyes focused again on the werewolf as he reached into his back pocket, pulled out a crumpled card.
He handed it to the boy, the words DET V DUPUIS VIOLENT CRIMES stamped across it, black on eggshell white. A number followed the name.
"In case you need...
"It's not nothing," Vernon said, lifting the recent corpse up slightly so he could slide backwards, lowering it to the cold roof tile.
"He died afraid, but not alone. Died knowing we tried to save him. It's not nothing."
The cop stood, then, flexing his knees lightly until a small pop could be...
"What's a millicenton look like?" the man asked, imagining some form of vehicle.
He lifted a pack without any discernible effort, holding the rifle by the barrel.
The cop's eyebrows creased at the news that the boy had opted to follow the sound of screaming as opposed to turning tail. He glanced at the roof - in the direction Rene was standing - lips twisting as if in thought.
When Elliot finished, Vernon let his words hang in the night air as opposed to...
Mhm! That's intentional - nobody really knows. All anyone knows is that 'they' - the things that have taken over Earth's surface - stole it away from the humans.
Vernon let out the air in his lungs in a loud snort, his gaze snapping back to Elliot. He waited until the conversation between the two ended before nodding his head at the dying wolf - the man clutching weakly at Vernon's pantleg, his breath morphing into a constant, keening rattle.
"Now might...
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