The-Knight-Writer

Todd waited outside of the coffee shop silently. It was cold, and the winter wind blew a frigid current of air across his face and chest, which was slightly exposed with his jacket unzipped slightly. He didn’t care though. He brushed his hair back and grimaced at everything going through his mind. He clenched his fingers around the cup in front of him and found himself staring at the table darkly. His phone was beside the cup, as if waiting to ring or be used. He shot glances at it every now and then, but when eh saw no change on the device, he’d go back to staring at the table. It was getting late, and the sun was starting to set. He wanted this to be over…but he wouldn’t move…not yet. “Todd.” He looked up and saw her. He’d been so distracted in his thoughts, he hadn’t even noticed Oichi approaching. Whenever he’d been on a date with her in the past, Oichi would wear something nice and pretty…but today she was wearing exactly what he’d imagined the Tigress of New Mercia wearing. A

James grunted in pain, placing a hand over his bruised middle and trying hard to bite back the pain. Those two punks had done something of a number on him and he was certainly worse for ware. He’d been in worse scraps than this, but it’d been a while since then. However, he couldn’t stop to think on the pain because he was too busy asking other questions. Who were they? They didn’t act like typical Germans, and their accents weren’t thick enough to be from the German soil itself. Were they sympathizers? If so, how did they know about him and Frost? Were they in on the attack too? There were too many possibilities right now, and there was simply no time to stop and ponder it all. The worst case scenario remained: Those guys knew about Frost, which meant Frost might still be in danger. He hobbled to the door and banged on the wooden surface. A voice came from inside the door and a tiny hole opened up over the doorknob. “Ticket?” James reached into his coat and pulled out a playing card.

“You want me to go with you for what?” Timmy asked. Marcus stood outside of Timmy’s house, his arms crossed while Timmy was busy looking rather concerned. “I told you, Cassie doesn’t look so good. Shigure and I found her like that and…well…” “You’re gonna fight her?” Timmy asked. “I don’t want to if I don’t have to.” Marcus explained. “But she probably won’t listen to Shigure or I if we just try to talk to her. But you and her have a connection. She might listen to you.” “Um…okay but…” Timmy suddenly looked really uncomfortable. “I don’t…can I come and do it later?” “We don’t have time. Shigure is keeping an eye on her until-” “Who is it, Timmy?” Before Timmy could say anything, an older woman came to the door and looked out to see Marcus. She had black hair tied in a bun and a dress on. She had glasses over her eyes and a pair of earing studs in her earlobes. She looked Marcus over and pursed her lips. “Who’s this?” “Just a friend, Mom.” “My name’s Marcus and I-” “So you’re the one

Three months passed in the Kingdom of Maiyoh…if such a title could even be given to such a place now. The valley that once was home to a bustling, prosperous city, was now a massive lake, with only a handful of structures poking out of the churning water to remind the world a city once was there. Dark clouds hung over the land that angrily poured out their wrath upon the people. When the rivers tried to carry water away and receive it, the storms would spring up anew. Half of Maiyoh was drowned; the other half clinging to driftwood and boats to stay alive. The people fed on fish, sea birds, and sometimes each other. But the ones truly feasting were the scavengers and gulls who swooped upon bloated bodies and fed on them hungrily. Sharks began to circulate the town, feasting on the drowned and the struggling. When a poor soul fell over into the water, it was a death sentence. The people pleaded, floating to the only building that remained standing and imposing over the sea around it

Rachel jolted a little, her eyes jumping open in surprise as she felt the bump. Her butt bounced hard on the seat of the car and she groaned, rubbing her tailbone where she’d hit hard. A few of the grunts in the car with her chuckled, and she found herself flushing a little in embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to doze off, but carrides that felt like they lasted this long always sent her to dreamland. Dreams were nice…a pleasant reprieve from reality. Because of the dark inside of the truck back, with the canopy over their heads, it was impossible to see outside without lifting the flap of the back…but no one was really interested in looking. It all looked the same. Rachel brushed hair out of her eyes and then reached into her pouch clasped to her back. She pulled out a small metal tube and wrapped her lips around it. One soldier sitting next to her whistled at the erotic gesture, which she rewarded with a kick to his shin. She ignored his yelp of pain as she pressed a button on the