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Phantom child chapter twoXerxes couldn’t sleep that night has he looked at the ceiling in his room, he could heard Ezio pacing back and forth thinking. My mother was the Regina he thought she was a queen. The pacing stopped has he rolled over and wondered if there was going to be another check for the doll plague, every night for the last week the knights would come and take blood samples from citizens to see if they had the doll plague. Rumors spread that they were killing people with the first signs of the doll plague, the doll plague he thought as he closed his eyes. Darkness over took him has Ezio looked at the TV the news was over now and a soap opera was on, something about a brother killing the mother and marrying his sister. Ezio never understood soap operas has he heard the cars droving down the street and a horn going off. He looked at the pistol in his hands, it has been ten years.
Xerxes searched the house, Ezio was no where to be seen there was a note on the fridge. He read it and sighed, Ez
Phantom child chapter one“Today marks the tenth anniversary since the Regina of the ghost lands was imprisoned for treason against the emperor. It is such a shame our Regina betrayed the Emperor by noting keep up her bargin with the Emperor and drafting more citizen for testing.” Ezio watched the news, and opened a beer. He downed it has the memories came back to him from that night ten years ago when Xavier the heir to the throne was thrust into his life. Why am I protecting this child? He thought has he sighed, I own her nothing even through she did spare me and Delia that night he heard footsteps and the front door open to the small house. “I am home, Ezio.” Ezio looked at the door to see Xavier, his messy dark brown hair was pulled back in a small pony tail, he looked nothing like his mother expect his eyes they were the same.
“Good, Xerxes.” The young man smiled has he lifted up the small backpack. “I got some stuff from the trading post near the docks. I got some
Phantom child prologueIt was raining, a figure moved across the rooftops trying to find the manor of the Regina. Rumors has it she was harsh has the emperor herself. He keep his hood low and moved in the shadows. He saw a window open in the manor has he rolled and leaned over the corner to see a figure of a woman in a t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was wet and the color of dark chocolate, her skin like clay and eyes like caramel. There were two guards and she was watching a movie by herself, she munched on popcorn has he entered her manor. The small group of rebels called the outsiders said she was known to have god like powers. Ezio did not believe it; no one in and outside the empire had powers. He rolled to a couch and kept low has he hoped his commards were able to make it into the manor as well for this surprise attack on Regina Fey.
She got up from the couch she was sitting on, “Guards can you leave I would like to be alone.” The guards looked at her has she glared at them and they left. This
GB FrostbiteThe throbbing pain, shaking hands, teeth clutching and the darkness trying to take his vision, he got up and winced. Damned he thought has it started to sprinkle, his maple eyes looked into the night sky has he felt numb the pain was gone. He heard his phone and someone yelling “Sam!” He tried to stay awake has he looked at the moon has he heard silence.
“Sam! Wake up you can’t be dead!” A pair of hands touched Heath’s shoulders has he saw his brother in a hospital bed with a breath tube and his chest wrapped in bandages. The beeps of the machines has Heath looked at the man touching his shoulders. “Heath calm down, Sam will be okay.” Heath slapped the hands away, “It won’t be okay, Kai, Sam he was shot eight times.” Heath blurted has he heard a moan and looked at the hospital bed. “Sam.” Heath looked at his brother, his dark brown hair was tossed has Sam opened his eyes to see Heath’s dark eyes and bla
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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