Buck From Long Way Down Novels & Stories

As Jimmy continued driving, I closed my eyes and ruminated over my plan that was to happen in four days. Ten minutes into the drive, the road turned jarring, the constant bumps triggering a wave of nausea. Instinctively, I placed a protective hand over my stomach and asked, "Jimmy, could you please slow down?" The respectful facade he'd maintained in Derek's presence vanished, replaced by a sneering contempt. "You bitch! Do you really think that you are Mrs. Church? How dare you order me around?" My eyes snapped open, a jolt of terror. We weren't on the hospital route. Jimmy had steered us into a desolate alley.

“For Christsake, Colt, that’s the dumbest damn thing I ever heard. I’m a little old to be defendin’ my honor, let alone yours.” “Kade’s got a point.” “Shut the fuck up, Buck.” Colt grinned. “I gotta admit I’m likin’ the way your new name rhymes.” Buck gave him the finger. “Maybe I didn’t mean honor as much as I meant I don’t wanna get shown up,” Colt said.

A faint, pink flush crept up his neck. "Can I... get a selfie with them?" he finally managed, his voice dry and raspy, like stones grinding together. "You mean these?" I laughed, a harsh, brittle sound in the cluttered silence. I hoisted them a little higher, the fabric of my dress straining. I knew it. I was totally, utterly unfair, wielding a weapon I despised. But I was riding a shitload of coke, fuelled by pure desperation, and I had absolutely nothing else to offer. My dignity was already lying in pieces next to a hipster's bed, and my financial autonomy was locked inside the very device he was now holding. This was the only currency I had left.

Buck whispered softly. “No! Absolutely not!” “If my blood opens the doorway to the throne...” Buck said, his eyes filled with absolute trust, “...then take the power and use the doorway against it! Turn the bond into a weapon!” I stared at him through the dark glass, horror racking my frame. “Do you... do you even have a plan for how to do that?!” A small, breathless laugh escaped Buck’s lips. “Not exactly.” Despite the terrifying nightmare unfolding around us, a sob of laughter burst from my chest. “Of course you don't, you idiot...”

Balu took a few steps forward after that. Then, Balu raised his voice, “Fellow Buckeranians, nice to meet you! I’m Balu, son of Babu, previous head of Planet Buck. Three hundred years ago, Planet Buck encountered a disastrous event. My family and I were sent away from this planet. I finally made it back here today. This time, I’ll lead all of you out of misery and live the peaceful life that we used to live. The Grim family, who brought disaster upon us, has been eliminated. God had mercy on us Buckeranians, and He gave us another chance to start a new life.” After Balu finished talking, he kneeled on the ground. Then, both of his arms crossed and rested in front of his chest, with his foreh

"I don't think so… It'll only trouble them. Anyway, thank you for your help. I do need one more favor, though. Please prepare 300 copies of a congratulatory card. "It should read, 'Wishing Mark and Hayley a lifetime of happiness together. From: Eunice Jensen.' After I die, please deliver them to every household in Cooperville. Thanks." After arranging my affairs, I stepped onto the street. Before I could even react, a runaway truck came barreling straight at me. The impact was crushing. For an instant, it felt as if every organ inside me had shattered. The pain was unbearable, but I didn't pass out. This was the system's punishment, the cost of staying for the mission target.