Bender Hands の小説・ストーリー

Thinking of that, Lisa's heart felt happy, she hastily folded up her hand printed agreement and put it in her pocket, then turned her head in satisfaction to glance at Harry, who seemed to be unable to move, and then turned to face Benedict. "Take him, let's go!" "Yes ma'am." Benedict nodded, then walked over to Harry, crouched down and held out his hand to help him up. Harry coughed twice, looked at Benedict, and said weakly.

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.

Just handed her a wire. Their fingers touched. This time, she didn’t flinch.

But no one answered him. Kenji snapped his fingers at one of the men standing beside Endo. "His pinky," he said. The man Kenji had pointed at stepped forward, grabbing Endo’s hand. He placed it on the chair's armrest and pulled something from inside his jacket. In less than five seconds, Endo's left pinky was severed from his hand. The guard held a sharp, bloodied knife. "AGHHH!" Endo's scream echoed through the empty floor of the building. He writhed on the ground, blood pouring from his hand.

Kendra stucked her hands in her sleeve and I guess she was trying to find the bell. My breath ceased as the unexpected was lurking by. It was best evander stops with his accusations or things might go awry. "Looking for this?" Evander suddenly speaks and I saw him lift a bell to show her. She widens her eyes at him, stunned to move. How did he get it? I was so confused as everything was playing out well. She'd be asking the same thing about how he got that bell. "This belongs to you" one of the elders portray staring at Kendra in the eyes.

Ray extended his right hand, his expression calm, his demeanor effortlessly cool. A terrifying scene unfolded. Every bullet halted in midair before him, as if time itself had frozen. It resembled the climactic moment at the end of The Matrix, when Neo became the savior—raising a hand to stop the bullets as though the flow of time had been suspended. Spatial domain. Ray smiled faintly and reached out to pinch one of the bullets between his fingers. Tilting his head slightly, he let the rest fall to the ground all at once.

"What are you doing?" "Just wait..." I focus all my evergy into my hands, and wait patiently. I was able to burn that vampire's face, so maybe I can heat them up enough to influence the shape of the bars. Long shot, I know, but anything is worth a try. As I focus on the bars, my hands do begin to glow. The bars turn a molten red as I hold my hands to them, and they begin to bend when I push them apart. "Oh my gosh!" whispers Carmen. "Brilliant!"

“He most certainly had it coming. I think I heard his nose break from where I was standing.” “Oh, it broke,” I said with a grin. “There’s no doubt about that.” Benji snickered. “I hope it heals crooked as shit so he remembers getting decked by you every time he looks in the mirror.” “That would be sweet justice.” Benji held out his hand—the hand that wasn’t holding the ice pack. “Let me see those knuckles, killer.” I lifted my right hand. Benji gently lifted it up to peer at my reddening knuckles. “Can you bend them?”

Bryden turned around and faced two men with laser guns aimed at us. “I would advise you lower your weapons if you know what’s good for you,” I said looking them in the eyes showing them I mean business. They both laughed, “And what are you going to do about it?” One asked still snickering. I smiled at them, “This!” I said as I lifted my hands and created shields around their weapons and jerked them out of their hands so fast they began to look confused and turned to run, but again I used the shield to stop them and knocked them out by banging them into each other.

The screen in front of me felt like a slap in the face. I watched Bryan, the man who had bled for me, the man I had nearly died to save, standing calmly in front of a mirror. He wasn’t a prisoner. He was preparing. He slid the glowing blue lenses into his eyes with the practiced ease of a professional. "No," I whispered, clutching Elle closer. The small, silver handgun I had found under the chair felt cold and heavy. "It’s a trick. They’re making me see this to break me."