( Number One With a Bullet )

( Always Darkest Before Dawn )

( Before Nightfall: the Beginning of the Ebon Phoenix )

I haven't updated this nearly as often as I might have liked ( Read more... )

          Don greeted Andrew warmly as he arrived at the mansion. “How’s it been?” Don asked, smiling at his old friend ( Read more... )

          “How are they?” Don demanded, only a few steps into the emergency wing of Sarah Bush Lincoln hospital ( Read more... )

          Don walked down the familiar corridors of the main offices of FordTech Enterprises with his personal assistant, Krysta Plank. As they were talking, Gavin Johnson came up to talk to the company owner ( Read more... )

          The figure bulleted across the grid landscape, frantically scanning the horizons in all directions. His cycle had been damaged in the last attack, but only barely. However, he knew full well that others were coming for him, and these others would not stop until he was dead ( Read more... )

          The Personalized People warehouse was just as dark and seemingly abandoned as Don had thought it would be. Even the damaged, rusted black vehicle parked in the unused parking lot looked like it had been forgotten some time ago. “I just can’t believe he’s alive,” the figure in the suit remarked to himself as he crept toward the building ( Read more... )

          Perching on a tree branch, morning comes. Not colorful, but brighter than the night. My eyes adjust to see small motion on the ground far below ( Read more... )