Bender Hands Novels & Stories

he told me but didn’t wait for me to move around, forcing me to heave myself over the bed to keep it airborne “try not to squash the poor kid.” “You’re the one who ran off” I grunted back from across Torch’s lap, cringing when the stump moved under my hand “can you hurry it up?” I saw him ignore me as he focused on heaving out two white boxes from the bottom of the cupboard, running both over to me and resting them on either side of Torch’s body. “Keep it upright” he instructed and flipped open the box to reveal a glistening silver hand, nestled in its foam padding “you need to line up the plate here” he pointed to the metal plate on the bottom of the hand “to his one.”

The environment in the live transmission room had arrived at its pinnacle. Out of nowhere, Jack talked again in a colder tone. "One moment until you lose your capacity to move." Such a little scene was not to the point of making Jack respond. Jack's virus voice was spilling into Bowen's ears. Bowen felt like it was a mind-blowing commencement. Powerfully persevering through the torment in his right hand and his whole body, Bowen utilized his left hand, which actually had five unblemished fingers, to get the blade that had tumbled to the ground.

I wouldn't say that out though. "There are untold stories lost in the legends hence why history is flawed, resulting in most of the hate carried in both species' minds—humans and benders alike." In a split second, he cuts his own wrist. My eyes struggle to keep up with how he drew ice from nowhere to extend his index. Then, he bends small amount of Tainted midair. Somehow, he separates the pure mercury from the blood and drops it onto his opened wound—which already seems to be healing. Insane.

Last time in the Peace Resort, Callan obviously didn't tell her the whole story. "Then let me tell you. Four years ago, when you were in surgery with pregnancy, Master Handerson used his little finger in exchange for the chance of your child's survival. Although your child was aborted in the end, Master Handerson's little finger was broken. What you can see now is that Master Handerson's little finger can't move or feel anything." "Ah..." Savannah suddenly covered her nose and mouth with her hands, and her eyes felt uncomfortable. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't help shedding tears sadly.

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

I gritted my teeth as the silver bar kept burning my palm off as it struggle to regenerate. "Please tell me what to do" my voice laced with hopelessness. "Do as I ask you to" he remarked sternly, licking his lips as he approached the large button on a stand that wasn't too far away from my cage. My heart raced in anticipation as I moved away from the bar, disentangling my hands from it. He raced his hands to slammed down the button, but just before his hand reaches the red button, Sander appeared out of nowhere kicking him away from the red button.

Wendy I raise my hands, summoning the energy that was with me in the barn. The energy that moved the tractor. I wait for it to barrel through me. Except ... nothing happens. I stare at my hands, which are absolutely failing me. "Caught ya." One of the Silver Hunters bends down and grabs me by my jacket. I kick and thrash, but he has a tight hold on me. Until he doesn't. In the blink of an eye, he's on the ground, having been knocked over. Alec stands between me and the rest of the Silver Hunters, his chest heavy.

Refusing would be a bad option right? Awkwardly, I raised my left hand. Striker grabbed it tightly. I winced, wondering what— I yelped as he dug the nail of his right hand in my palm, and dragged it down. The wound on my hand was smaller than his, but it still hurt. Sighing, he pulled his hand back and it transformed into his human form. I eyed his hand before lifting my gaze to his. His eyes softened. The anger disappeared. He intertwined the fingers of his left hand with mine. His warm blood trickled down my bleeding hand.

I tell him lightly and I put my hand lightly in his hand and I see him with one hand lifting the handcuffs and with the other he bandages the wounds on my hand with the rags he got. I look at the hand with which he holds the handcuffs and I see burns appear on his fingers but he does not sketch any gesture. In a few minutes all the burns around my hand are bandaged and the silver is no longer in direct contact with the skin. I already feel the healing process begin. Christian lets go of my hand and places it carefully on my lap and tries to get up, but without realizing it, Angel takes control of me and grabs his hand, tagging him towards me.

"Ye-ah. His name is… is -aack!" A figure of a hand converged from the wooden wall and it held Bum Pan's neck to death. Jace and Kaizer didn't expect it to happen and so they were too late because Bum Pan fell on the ground. A deep laugh from everywhere in the room echoed and the converging wooden wall became more pellucid. It became a figure of a man. A tall, large man that made Jace stepped backward with his chin up. He quickly drew his stance and aimed his revolver to the man. Kaizer on the other hand stood and said: