Gram’s consciousness slowly dawned, covered as it was in a woolen cloud of a mid-grade hangover. His hand brushing against the clutter left on his bed. Seeing the fetid light creep in through his window, he groaned as he sat up. The pain reminded him of the previous night’s injuries. The sun was too high,… Continue reading V Gram
Category: The Hunted
IV The Hawk
It won’t be long now. Malcolm picked up the empty gun. Based on the purchase records, his quarry should have two more left, perhaps a third if he picked up a black market surprise. The man’s groupings were poor, firing wildly as he ran away. When it came to bullets, it was quality over quantity.… Continue reading IV The Hawk
Part 1 Chapter III Gram
Hands covered in oil and grease, Gram wiped the sweat from his brow. The damn thing still wasn’t working, but why? Sitting down on the ground with his knees tucked towards his chest, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled deeply. Why the hell was he stuck working on this heap? It should… Continue reading Part 1 Chapter III Gram
Chapter II: Slate
Slate stood shovel in hand. It was caked in layers of dust and old cement, now with the addition of a red pattern on the back, drops slowly inching downwards, giving it the image of a red ghost. He had acted on instinct. He had assaulted a ‘lord.’ A lord that had just been torturing… Continue reading Chapter II: Slate
Chapter I: Arthur
The haze left no room for shadows. Dawn's luxuriant light was stripped of its radiance, repackaged, and scattered by particulate. The whole of the district was cast in an uncanny amber glow. There was no direction Arthur could face where his eyes were not forced into a precarious squint by the corrupt light. Arthur was… Continue reading Chapter I: Arthur
The Omega
The air was cold, crisp, clean. Even at his elevation, the wind still bore traces of peat. He surveyed his ancestral homeland, now abandoned. Not a foreign soul for miles. Eline shivered, wrapping her shawl around herself more tightly. All the souls belonged to him. Eline did not appreciate the cold. Shivering. Reacting. Like an… Continue reading The Omega
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