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04-- Conquest
Jesse Desario took a final drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke curl around his lips as he flicked the butt over the balcony railing. He watched it fall, but lost sight of the faint orange ember long before it reached the ground ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
Monika Thalberg eyed her new cellmate openly. The woman was clearly blind. Or the clouds in her eyes were related to a former mutant power. Either way, it was a rush to have a woman’s scent so close.
“In all my time as a blind woman,” she spoke, her first words to Monika in the half hour since her arrival, “I became accustomed to a more ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
His thoughts were scrambled, but she began to pull pieces together. Son of Bolivar Trask, a precog - he knew it, his father the mutanthater knew it, but his father didn’t know Larry knew - who’s powers were nullified by the medallion. It was different than the collars. They were sophisticated, high-tech and controlled. They suppressed the ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
Cameron Hodge lay flat on the table of the MRI bed, the seventh today in a series of tests to isolate his Phalanx DNA. It was taking longer than anticipated, and Creed was getting restless. There was not much for Hodge to do beyond subject himself to the machines, but Creed didn’t care. After sitting on his hands for nearly six months during ( Read more... ) -
03-- Capture
Lucian Grey sipped on his whiskey and pretended to watch the boxing match on the television. It’s not that he wasn’t interested in the sport-it appealed to him, as to every man, in its purity and simplicity. What appealed to Lucian more, though, was the burly, balding man at the other end of the bar, eyes red from frustration and too ( Read more... ) -
2-- Confidence
By the time the girls left La Belle Morte, the sun had finally set and Luna Street was full of people. The doors of clubs and bars were open, enticing the well-dressed and slightly drunk crowd with loud music and the promise of controlled danger. That was the major draw of Death Row-- its patrons could walk on the wild side, so to speak ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
(In an effort to get through all of the plot, I'm somewhat worried that the quality of writing in this story is suffering. Things may slow down a bit, but for now - onwards towards destruction!
-D.)
“Why are you hesitating?”
Rachel whipped around and nearly jumped from her ( Read more... ) -
A New Beginning, Sort Of-- 01
The sweltering late summer sun was slowly disappearing behind the Mississippi, painting the water a deep, flickering red. The irony was not lost on Claire- they were having dinner on Death Row, after all; everything here was red ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
Rachel had everything she needed to get back to New York City. And then some. She had a map - something she strangely forgot from the list - her supplies, and an almost-new snowmobile. It was only going to take her about a day and a half to reach the border. As she drove, she reached back with her mind and telekinetically covered the tracks she ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
When she got to the lodge, she shrugged her coat to the floor and walked towards the desk. There were enough pens and pads of paper with the resort’s name to draw and design a building blueprint. Certainly enough for a packing list. A snap of her fingers backwards and the Phoenix leapt from her hand towards the fireplace, warming the room. It ( Read more... )