Benzino Neck Novels & Stories

he said and started to walk down the road where a sleek black Benz was waiting. Hurrying into my car, I started the engine and glanced across the road in time to see him waving at me from the driver's seat of his car. I drove off, letting out a sigh as I processed everything that had just happened in such a short time. I brought a hand to my neck which felt sore. I had a feeling it was going to bruise up pretty bad. ... "What in the world happened to your neck?!" Theo, Klaus's son said to me on the phone. His green eyes which were identical to Klaus's were narrowed at me through the screen.

"Maya, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." I looked at his neck. Under the collar of his jersey, there was a tiny, violet light blinking beneath his skin. The car swerved. The headlights caught a massive pylon in the middle of the road. Julian didn't hit the brakes. He hit the accelerator.

Theo~ I arrived at the gym early before hockey practice. I liked getting there when it was still quiet. The empty space helped me clear my head after restless nights. I started stretching on the mat, feeling the familiar pull in my muscles. Benito suddenly walked in carrying two sports drinks. I frowned. “I did not ask for one.” Benito tossed the second bottle toward me. “I know.” I caught it easily. “Then why did you buy it?” Benito shrugged. “I saw two.”

He watched as she began to rummage inside it, his eyes widening again as she brought out a hard cervical collar. ‘Hey, I don’t need that!’ he said, trying to back away. ‘It’s a safety precaution,’ she told him. ‘You might have sustained a cervical fracture. You hit the road pretty hard.’ ‘Look,’ he began again. ‘I’m fine. I just—’ The sound of a screeching siren cut off the rest of Ben’s words, not to mention the stricture of the collar around his neck. He lay back and grimaced as the young woman rapidly bandaged his scraped knees and elbows with enough bandages to make him feel like an Egyptian mummy instead of one of Sydney’s leading neurosurgeons.

Benzo said and I passed him a smug look. “And who told you that?” “I don't need anyone to tell me anything! You bloody gay!” Benzo said and my eyes widened. “I am not gay!” I snapped and from benzo eyes I could tell that he was already getting droopy. Unlike me, he has a very low alcohol tolerance, meaning while I can take 5 bottles of alcohol and still remain strong, just a glass and benzo is already dozing off. “You're talking too much alcohol!” I said and he scoffed.

Matt is sitting on a stool pinching the bridge of his nose, trying not to laugh at the pair. Benji turns with a triumphant look on her face. “Strychnine poisoning!”

She had a pinky sized indent in her neck, and it hurt like a bitch. Reaching into the small pack on her shoulder, Kenzie pulled out some numbing cream. It wouldn't heal her, but it would instantly get rid of the pain. Taking some, she applied it to her neck and both her shoulders. Lycan technology never ceased to amaze her.

he explained as Genesis forcefully swallowed before doing what he was told. Giovanni's roars echoed throughout the bunker as his brother restrained him, and although he was angrier than ever, he was also getting weaker making it safer than having a wild beast out in the open. As Genesis stepped away from his brother, who growled weakly, he turned to Benjamin, who held a clear bottle filled with a white substance, "What's that?" He asked as Benjamin opened the bottle giving Genesis a whiff of it as he turned sickly pale, "Mistletoe, put it around him, not too close, we just want him to be able to smell it," he said while handing him the bottle as Genesis nodded before turning to his brother a

Wires protruded from the neck like silver entrails, sparking and snapping. "You’re gonna fry your brain, B. Look at you. You can barely hold your head up." Dante knelt beside her, his one remaining hand shaking as he gripped her shoulder. The stump of his left arm was a mess of charred meat and makeshift bandages, the white cloth already soaked a deep, ugly red.