Eyelids finally fluttered open, a sharp pain shooting up her clamped jaw, dried blood chipping away with every breath, like bits of glass scattering against skin.
Straight ahead of her: A highly skilled mercenary with a kill count in the triple digits. “Ten.” Above her: A nuclear missile about to annihilate many innocent lives. All around her: A team of vigilantes fighting off against hordes of goons atop an oil platform. Way, way above her: Victor Cauchmeer, a mad scientist... Continue Reading →
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Ashes fell from above. Armageddon had its way and then moved on just as quickly to turn something else into ruins.
Light blasted his body, silhouetting him from behind, dust hanging in the air. Each gesture sent the rays of light dancing behind him.
A swarm of angry bees. Whirling like a hurricane. Buzzing, impossible to hear above the roar. They don’t understand. They weren’t there. They didn’t see him.
She had only just landed on the girder and they were already terrified of her. Cape still wavering from her landing, Nightmare looked up at the gallery of goons spread out before her. Salvatore Cagan’s gang had just robbed a laboratory of some valuable and possibly destructive tech. their chase with the police had lead them into a construction zone.