Black Chainsawman 소설 & 이야기

But the man neglect her cries, and settled on what she feared the most— a saw. [Fun Fact: A chainsaw (or chain saw[1]) is a portable gasoline-, electric-, or battery-powered saw that cuts with a set of teeth attached to a rotating chain driven along a guide bar. It is used in activities such as tree felling, liming, bucking, pruning, cutting firebreaks in wild land fire suppression, and harvesting of firewood. Chainsaws with specially designed bar-and-chain combinations have been developed as tools for use in chainsaw art and chainsaw mills. Specialized chainsaws are used for cutting concrete during construction developments (Wiki, 1997)]

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

The silver one for vampires, the iron one for witches, and my favorite—bone-handled steel for everything else. A twig snapped to my left. I didn't turn my head. Didn't give away that I'd heard it. Instead, I pretended to check the fire, moving closer to where Sienna slept. Another snap. Closer. "Now," I whispered. Five black-clad people burst from the trees. Syndicate killers. I recognized their masks—bone white with red marks showing their rank. Two leaders and three scouts. I threw my steel knife, catching a scout in the shoulder. Not deadly, but enough to slow him down.

The screaming bounced off the walls, and I moved my hands away to see what was happening as a dark cloud of power washed over us, making me feel sick. More witches appeared on the walls, in the trees, and on the ground. They were all dressed in black, blending into the shadows, and all working for Cain. The force around my legs released as a blood-curdling scream sounded. I quickly scrambled to stand, rushing back to get away from Cain, who was still watching with interest. “How sweet. Your little pet came when he was called. So obedient. It is a shame I have to kill him. I could use more soldiers like that.” Cain mused before turning to Kaiden.

Its design mimicked thorned vines, elegant yet malevolent. “What is this?” I whispered, horror spreading across my face as I stared into the mirror. Xareth's reflection appeared behind me, calm, composed. His breath grazed my ear as he leaned in, his smirk spreading like rot. “It's called the Chain of Thorns. Or the Thorned Binding, if you prefer something more poetic.” His voice was soft. “It looks beautiful, doesn’t it? But the real artistry lies in what you can’t see. Every thorn, invisible to the eye, digs deeper the more you resist... or feel.”

Both wolves froze, the gray one’s teeth right at Luca’s throat but not biting down, just hovering there while its whole body trembled. The black turned its head to look at me and its eyes were solid gold, no white or pupil,. Then it started moving again but slow pulling away from the gray wolf inch by painful inch. The gray wolf made this sound that might have been a whine and then suddenly there was a man there instead, bones cracking and reforming. I was too shocked to do anything except stare. Thirty seconds later Cain was standing there in ripped jeans and no shirt, blood running down his chest from four deep claw marks.

It wasn’t perfect, but under the right lighting, it would look real enough. Next, we set up the scene. We dragged the mannequin to a dark corner of the warehouse, covered it with a tarp, and splattered more blood around it. Then I snapped a quick photo with my burner phone—just enough to show a lifeless, bloodied figure beneath the fabric. Damien wouldn’t inspect it closely. He’d see what he wanted to see. Carter watched me work, his expression unreadable. “You’ve done this before,” he muttered.

These were the Seasoned Wolf Hunters, men who had made a career of skinning Alphas and wolves. They didn't hesitate. They charged in a coordinated pincer movement, their movements blurred with a speed that shouldn't have been human. In their hands, they didn't carry violet blades, but heavy, weighted chains studded with Wolfsbane coated barbs. "Now!" the leader roared. The chains hissed through the air, glowing with a toxic green hue as they wrapped around Calhoun. The moment the Wolfsbane touched him, a sickening sizzle echoed through the clearing. White smoke curled from Calhoun’s skin, and for the first time, I heard him let out a sound of genuine, guttural pain.

"Contain the asset. Use the 'Null-Chains.' And take my daughter to the 'Recovery Suite.' We need to harvest the rest of that root." "NO!" Silas roared. He lunged for my mother, his obsidian blades appearing in his hands with a sound like a thunderclap. But the soldiers didn't fire bullets. They fired **"Logic-Dampeners."** A wave of blue light hit Silas, and he fell to his knees, his blades dissolving into smoke. He let out a sound of pure agony as the "Null-Chains" wrapped around his neck, the metal glowing with a frequency that "Countered" his existence.