Blade Runner Pawn の小説・ストーリー

His eyes darted from me to the money, gleaming with greed. “Will that be enough?” I asked calmly. “Yes, but…” he trailed off, licking his lips as though testing how far he could push me. I brought out two more wads and slid them across to him without breaking eye contact. Silence stretched between us, broken only by the heavy rhythm shaking the floor beneath our feet. “I suppose we have a deal, Mr…” I let my gaze drop to the metal badge pinned crookedly to his lapel. “…Henderson.”

The other three clans weren’t that brazen, but Luc had personally come to get the job done. Pawn’s shooting skill was marvelous—he could have shot Luc precisely within a ten-meter radius. However, his shot only caused Luc to fail to execute his second slash against Zillion, as Luc was capable of using the blade in his hand to swipe away the bullet that came at him at ultra-speed. Pawn was stunned. Naturally, he fired two more shots, but the same thing happened again. Those bullets were once again swung away by Luc. “Damn you!” Pawn couldn’t help but curse.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

We were drowning in a sea of debt they didn't know I knew about. In my past life, I'd been a pawn in Jarrold and Cindy's twisted game, tangled in their mess until it got me killed. And for what? I hadn't gained a thing. Back then, I'd still believed in something as naive as pure love. How pathetically foolish. Now, I knew better. Now, my only true loyalty was to the cold, hard cash that could buy my freedom. Since I was stuck in their game, I might as well play to win.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

"Sorry, darling. Nothing personal, I am just being very profitable here ." Blake sneaked up and lunged on him but the gun fired and in less than a split second everything went dark.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

Pelin cried, creating a translucent shield that snapped into place between me and Taurus. Taurus roared as his horns bounced right off it. “You used a sneaky shield. You think you are clever, Pelin, but my stamina is stronger!” Pelin didn’t wait for my or Taurus’s answer, for that matter. She reached past me and snatched my hellblade straight from my hand, just like she used to do with my dad’s car keys. The sudden loss of its weight made me gasp. “Pelin—” She didn’t look at me.

“So?” “I gamble—tight-aggressive poker player. I lost a lot of money, and I owed someone a lot of money. Seven hundred fifty thousand to a loan shark.” Well, I didn’t see that coming. I was inwardly grinning. “Then someone came to me and paid that total amount. In return, I will tell him about the latest Hover research. At first, it was just about the latest project, about Moses Braddson, his trips, something like that.” Trips?

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.