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We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

“Hey. You’re home.” I look at the ice pack again. “What happened?” “It’s nothing,” she says quickly. Too quickly. “Just a little fall. Daniels is handling it.” I sit beside her, not buying it for a second. “Lena.” She sighs, defeated. “My blade came off.” My jaw tightens. “Came off?” “Daniels thinks someone removed it,” she says softly. “The rink manager is installing hidden cameras. Outside the locker rooms. And…with my approval of it, one inside my locker that only turns on when it opens.”

I looked back at Catherina, confused, when she took out a knife blade, the same one a barber uses. Looking closer, it's Stan's shaving blade; she has a glove on her hands. "Cat, what are you doing?" I placed my hand to protect my unborn pup as she moved lower, she said. "The more you move, the worse this will feel to you; just stay still, bitch. This will all be over soon." I was entirely confused; Catherina had never called me that, and she had never done anything to harm me. Moving my leg to make her fall, she took my dress to pull up, and I felt the blade slicing me open.

“You were right. Both Alpha Blade and Alpha Micky deal in a lot of illegal things, even though Alpha Blade seems to be deeper into it. Their main focus is on buying and selling WereCreatures, dealing mainly in personal and sex slaves as well as breeders. Another thing they deal in is weapons, guns and swords, more or less anything that can either severely injure or kill a Supernatural and their target buyers are of course Human Hunters.” “All this is documented?” “Yes.” Nathaniel looks up and straightens as everyone else joins them and says, “Good… Ah, it’s nice of you all to join us.” Nathaniel scans the map once more before clasping his hands behind his back and saying. “We rest for a coup

I said while pulling it "ow stop that hurts, it won't let me let go" "you're such an asshole just let it go so we can go our seperate ways" I said while pulling the rod again "stop that hurts, I think it cut me" she tried to pull her hand away only for her to yank my arm her way "ouch stop my hand is stuck" I felt a slight prick on my finger "ow I think there's a nail on it" "I told you.. woah" we both looked down at the rod as it started to glow a bright blue color "what the fuck"

Justice's metal net. "This is everything I could find that resembles what is it you asked for," SpeedBlade says, bending over to place his hands on his knees. I can hear him panting as he pushes himself up. "Use it well because I ran all over the city for it, and now I'm about to collapse." "Hey," I say, looking between the piles and SpeedBlade. "That was rude of you. What was that for?"

Then suddenly a random thought popped into my brain. Since I was allowed to roam inside the building, it wasn't silly to assume that there was also a kitchen! Perfect! I could go there and sneak some food, without anyone realizing it. Just hope for Silas not to be there. ~~ "Why don't you just open your mouth..." I inconspicuously pulled out a small switchblade that was given to me by my father, from the pockets of my pants. The bastard was breathing heavily and didn't notice as I lifted the blade above him. I rammed it as hard as I could into his thigh until it went all the way through the muscle hitting bone.

It didn’t appear to be the huge bulge her mind always told her was there even though she knew it wasn’t—mostly. Turning again, she bit her lip and wondered about the red blouse she was wearing. Maybe it was showing a little too much cleavage. She had more than enough of that to spare. Running her hand under her arm, she felt for the small blade she’d hidden in the elastic of her bra. She could feel it, but then again, she knew it was there. She frowned at the mirror and readjusted the neckline so just a little more was revealed, hoping it would distract from even worrying about whether she was hiding a three-inch switch blade in her bra. She knew they were illegal, and she felt just a b

I doubled over, gasping. "Katy won't even talk to me now because of your dramatics. She thinks I'm some kind of monster." A kick to my ribs sent me sprawling across the floor I'd mopped just two days ago. "Five years I've put up with your pathetic, needy bullshit," he continued, punctuating each word with another blow. "Five years of listening to you whine about your job, your family, your insecurities." My hand closed around something in my purse—the small switchblade I'd started carrying after being mugged last year. Robert had mocked me for it, called it paranoid. Now it might save my life.

Aaron approaches slowly and discreetly, his hands in his pockets. He wears jeans, a crumpled white T-shirt and a leather jacket. Simply put, it tastes good. - Solved your... - I'm looking for the best word - Problem? LeBlanc reaches out and takes my hand. His touch, innocent at first, fills and completes me. It's like I've spent my whole life looking forward to it. He turns my palm up, then lets go. Aaron reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small object that I immediately recognize as a switchblade. He opens the knife, revealing the sharp blade. My palm remains tense, now a little clammy.