Bender Hands Novels & Stories

Also, across his chest is a strap that seems to be holding the sheath to his machete, and I can see a belt with a holster. As Bailey walks up to the man, she offers him her hand. "Hey," Bailey says again, "I'm Bailey. Are you, uh, Lincoln?" Lincoln just stares there for a while. He looks at Bailey before turning to me and Rebecca. Turning back to Bailey, he holds out his hand. Looking like he's about to shake Bailey's hand, he instead slaps a pair of handcuffs on her. "What the hell," Bailey says before she is dragged and cuffed to the bar's counter. "Hey, what the hell?"

Her eyes opened with a sad look. “What do you mean ...?” she asked, with only partial awareness. “Hmm, nothing. You should rest. I’m sure you’re tired.” Leon stroked Felen’s eyelids to close them again. She, who had exhausted, sunk deeper into her dreamland. Meanwhile, Barend grimaced in pain while holding his partially black hand. He glanced at Leon. His terrifying aura made it hard to swallow his saliva. Despite being scared to death, he dared to ask him in a low voice.

I repeated, my voice shaking. I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, his hand shot out and grabbed my arm. I was shocked by how fast he was, then I remembered what he was. An unnatural species with unnatural abilities. “Don’t walk away from me,” he growled, his grip tightening. “Let go,” I snapped, twisting against his hold. Suddenly, a sharp zap of energy shot through the air. Ethan stumbled back, clutching his hand, his face contorted in pain. The pendant had worked.

He asked sounding curious. I shrugged as I looked back at the machine that had started again. "I was wrong you are actually a immortal human that has powers." I stated as I watched the metal hand closely. As it clamped down on a blue one I got a little glittery. "You got another one." I sang right as it lifted up and dropped back down. My smile left as I looked at the bear that was suppose to be in my hands. "Get it back." I said when the hand opened releasing nothing.

Harden is his right hand man and also his best friend, he's the only one who can talk to him and make him do things. "Radon, If it's okay with you let's...." Harden was saying when Radon cut him shut. "I'm not ready for any drink, I'm heading home" He said. Harden bowed and handed him the car keys, he collected it and storm out of the warehouse. His hand was stained with blood but he doesn't seem to care. He misses his Barbie doll and he hope she won't be mad at him for so long.

His weakened hands could not reach them so Anato dropped them next to him on the ground. "That's just your job. You only have to take it to your dark bender and he'll know what to do. And you may take as long as you like, you just have till morning and by then all hell would have broken loose. On the thirteenth page, make your blood oath over that page and you will do exactly what is revealed to you. Well, I would best leave it to you."

"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:

But Bella remained still as if she were a statue. "Give me the bowl and take a seat, Bella. Aunt will eventually join. We'll eat lunch." He remarked this as he extended his hand to accept the bowl. But his hand was scorched, and he immediately set the bowl down. "It's scorching outside. How did you do that with such ease all the time? Show me your hand and I'll apply some tubing to it "But there were no red scars or blisters on her hands when he took them. He twisted her around.

I tell him looking at him in the eye, Fingers comes in with a briefcase, a black one and it reminds me of the one I stole. Now I know that all that money is what they collected from these people. “Is it all there?” asked him and he nods. “All here.” He confirms and I nod. “Good.” He stood up and I hear the man sighing in relief. Shame, if only he knew. “Hand,” I say and Fingers is quick to grab the man’s hand and placed it on the steel table. I bring the chain saw to life and chop the man’s handoff. He screams in agony, and I moved away.

Unable to look away, I stared at the arm and the hand, torn from its body, resting morbidly in the snow. I guess I should just call him Big Hand, now, I thought, so sickened that I couldn’t process anything more. Bile rose in my throat. I tried to roll over and felt my stomach convulse, but I had nothing to throw up. Enzo shifted back. “Touch her again, and I’ll take your other hand, too.” Big Hand fell to his knees, grabbing his lifeless arm, a sob building in his chest. “My… my arm,” he whimpered, his face contorted with pain.