Beetle Blade Maze Runner 소설 & 이야기

All this was too much for Maze to take in. Soon more shadow popped in which Imogen more certain about it was some of his enemies. He hastily stood up and kicked the wooden table and let it fall so that they can use it as their shield. Maze was getting more terrified by what was happening. And all of an extremely sharp knife blew through the air, hitting a nearby wall at a distance of one inch from her ear. She immediately followed the knife blade and turned around. It was really a very close shot and was about to pierce through her head. She gulped a mouthful of spit in fear. She was just lucky to see the weapon even before it could hit her brains out.

We need to move. Beck and Labyrinth hit the stairs of our building. Marinah and Axel are speaking quietly when Beck charges onto the roof. He isn't happy. "They had a vehicle hidden, and Smythe got away. We picked up this guy," he points at the man Labyrinth dumps on the floor. There's a loud groan so I know he's alive. "He pulled a gun on us and decided against pulling the trigger, stupid man." He looks to Axel. "How's Garret?"

She came out after Moon had taken control and was shocked to see Hunter. Dad's knitted brows showed he was worried too, although he tried to hide it. Moon set Hunter down on the bed before I regained control. Dad showed up by the door, looking like he wanted to talk. "Please Dad, not now..." I pleaded. He looks over my shoulder and nods in understanding. I closed the door and made my way to lay beside Hunter on the bed. My eyes scanned his face. He is still healing, but I could tell they used some sort of silver blade on him which angered my wolf more.

By the time they finished, the long-haired zombie was already rushing in. Leonard and Derek stepped back a few paces. Slice! The speed-enhanced zombie ran straight through the wires. Its body was cut clean apart. Even the skull, the hardest part, was sliced open from above the brow, its own speed driving it straight into the trap. Leonard drew a saber from his back. With a quick, precise motion, he hooked it into the split skull and pulled out a crystal core the size of a child's fist. The level 5 speed-enhanced zombie was killed instantly.

Alexander leaned in and smiled. “Nah, not yet. I have better plans for both of you.” He chuckled, and his footsteps echoed in my ears. “Enjoy the show. I’ll be back shortly.” The door shut, closing on a division of hell. I had managed to steal a razor blade from his pocket when he hit me, but I couldn't get it up to the chair to cut anything. And who knows if the razor blade was a trap? I’m just so tired of this madness. But then, I carved a message in the ground

She had built a world of glass and thought it would protect her forever. I reached down and touched the ceramic blade in my waistband. The edge was slightly chipped from the violence in the penthouse, the line of the blade jagged and raw. It wasn't a tool of the "Design" anymore; it was the weapon of the variable. The rail-car accelerated into the darkness, plunging us into the pitch-black throat of the subway tunnel. Ahead of us lay the Pine Barrens, the hidden masters of the city, and the final, bloody conclusion to a script we were rewriting with our own hands.

"AAAAGH!" A scream of pure, unadulterated agony ripped from the fugitive’s throat. He stared down at his hand, which was now pinned to the wooden floorboards. A long, thin blade had been driven entirely through the back of his hand, anchoring him to the ground like a specimen in a collection. The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design.

He jerks his cloth bundle up between us like a shield and I feel the shift in his intent even before I see it. Not a shield. A delivery. He rips it open. Violet glass flashes in the dim corridor light. Vesperbane. My blood turns to ice. He lunges with it, aiming for my neck. My wolf screams. I twist away, but he’s too close; the injector skims my skin. And then Adrian is there. A blur of movement and fury. Adrian slams into him from the side, wrenching the runner’s arm up and away before the needle can bite. The runner’s shoulder pops with a wet sound as Adrian twists.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“For our leader.” Alex exhales slowly. “I didn’t ask to—” “We know,” Eve says. “That’s why they’re yours.” Mazikene unwraps the cloth. The blades catch the early light immediately. They’re a matched pair—slightly curved, long enough to demand respect but not so heavy they’d slow her. The steel is darkened, patterned subtly, like smoke trapped beneath the surface. The hilts are wrapped in deep red leather, worn in just enough places to suggest they were meant to be held, not displayed.