A Void Novels & Stories

The Anatomy of the Void-Standard This was the "High-Concept-Finality." The $1,000,000 debt from Chapter 1 had been the "Molecular-Weight" of their "Humanity." In the "Sovereign-Void," they were "Massless." They were "Refinancing" the "Big-Bang" with the "Interest" of their "Attachment."

It had never occurred to him that I had simply lost all hope. The image of me soaked in blood, lying on that stretcher with nothing left in my eyes, burned itself into his mind. Whatever scrap of conscience he still possessed twisted inside him. "Tessa, I'm sorry," he muttered under his breath. "I'm sorry." He did not stay to deal with the chaos at the banquet. He tore out of the hotel and sped home, blowing through red lights and nearly crashing twice on the way. He threw open the door to the nursery. The crib was empty, and everything was gone.

) "That's an awful big sword you have there gramps. Is that compensation, or do you actually know how to use it? (She says with a smirk on her face, clearly taunting him.) Syren: (Bowing his head for a moment, he places the swords blade on the ground behind him, and mumbles under his breath.) "Void"{Definition: Discharge or drain away} stance...The Hunt! (The room becomes devoid of all coloration as he begins to move within accelerated time. Dragging his blade along the ground he runs at her and attempts to slash her in the stomach with his now unsheathed sword.)

But that was all it could ever be - a wish. My name is Void. It isn't some foreign name with a sweet meaning. It's the void you know - the word meaning empty. I'm called that because I'm void of emotions, void of fun, void of trust, void of empathy. Show me kindness, and I'll think you tryna mock me. But give me a gun, knives, or any sweet object with the ability to draw blood, and I'll show you just how amazing life can be.