Bender Hands Novels & Stories

He opened his eyes to see the doctor staring at him wide eyed and her jaw hanging open. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You- you're him!" she squeaked. Ben raised an eyebrow. "Him who?" Dr. Bhandari moved her hands from his injured hand to touch a scar on his arm and his chin. "The Bronze Man!" He scowled and his facial scar flared. She dropped her eyes and pulled her hands back quickly. She moved to the cabinets and pulled out a large metal and foam splint and medical tape. She reshaped the splint for his large hand and proceeded to bind the injured finger.

She stretched her hands to him. They were so soft and warm. He missed her. He got to work adjusting the metal contraption on both her hands. The insides felt padded to Odessa, allowing her to flex her hand. When he was done, he twisted something by the sides, and it gave a resounding click. Okay, make your hands into fists. She looked at him in confusion, but obeyed. The moment she curled her hand, sharp silver prongs sprung out of the metal. Making her eyes widen to the size of saucers.

But the blood seeped out quickly and spread over my palm. The scent of it rose in the air and the next time I saw Leander's face, it was slightly different, unhinged. I placed the scissor back over the table and asked him, "Are you still in control?" "Completely." He replied, quickly before he even had a moment to think. "So it doesn't affect you?" "It does. I can control it." I walked closer to him and my gaze ran over his hands that were clenched tight around the arms of the leather chair. The veins from the back of his hand popped and throbbed as he held himself together.

“I know the drill, Ben. Smile like a puppet, nod my head, and then disappear.” Ben gave him a look that basically said please don’t ruin my life today, and then he scurried off into the crowd. I handed Kai a bottle of water, being very careful that our fingers didn’t touch this time. It felt like progress. He took the bottle, unscrewed the cap with his one good hand, and leaned back against the railing. Immediately, the air was filled with the blinding white light of camera flashes. “Mr. Rhodes!” “Kai! Look over here!” “How is the hand healing?”

Benedict smiled and lifted his hand, as if he wanted to brush her hair. In the end, he let his hand fall, pausing briefly in the air before lowering it.

My mouth fell open but nothing came out. Zander’s wail pierced through the atmosphere and he began to bleed everywhere. Luca, unfazed, grasped Zander's right hand and held it up. “And this one’s for using this hand to touch what belongs to me. I believe this should send more than enough messages to your pussy of a father, no?” Luca said before shooting Zander‘s right hand. The way his hand flopped downwards, I doubted if he’d ever be able to use that hand ever again. I glanced away from the sight and gagged, there was so much puddling on the floor beneath Zander’s chair. When I glanced at him this time, I realized he had passed out.

“Please.” Leander suddenly stops struggling against his brother and Bastian. He smirks at me before raising his arms and throwing the two of them across the room, each one hitting a wall with a thud. He then rushes forward so quickly; if I’d have blinked, I would have missed it.

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.