Chainsaw Cutting Crooked Novels & Stories

“Demonstrate the incision for us.” Her hands froze on the scalpel. The whole room went quiet. She forced her fingers to move, holding the instrument with trembling precision. She drew the blade across the preserved skin, but her angle was wrong. The cut was too shallow, hesitant. A snicker rose from the back. Chike’s eyes narrowed. “Do you plan to tickle the patient to death, Rossi?” Heat flooded her face. She corrected her angle, cutting deeper this time. Too deep. The scalpel slipped, slicing through muscle she was supposed to expose carefully.

Past. Freya breathed in sharply as she launched the dagger with accurate precision, causing it to cut through the air with the sound of a whoosh as it pierced into the tree right in the middle of the mark making a springy noise as its handle vibrated for a couple of seconds before stilling in place. The girl straightened as she glared at her aim. It was at least two to three centimeters to the left, which made her jaw tick.

I rasped, shoving Carter’s massive hands away from my shoulder pads. "Jeremiah, stay down." Talia slid onto her knees beside me, a medical jump bag swinging from her shoulder. "You hit the boards at thirty miles an hour. Let me check your neck." "I’m fine." Gritting my teeth, I forced myself onto one knee. Looking down, the problem glared back at me. The molded plastic chassis of my custom Bauer skate was completely intact. The steel blade itself was gone. It had sheared clean off, leaving a jagged, dangerous edge of metal flush against the plastic holder.

Amara's expression tightened. 'Cut it into strips? Why not ask me to mince it while I am at it?' She kept her smile in place. "I'm sorry, but cutting it into strips may affect the texture." "That's fine. Just cut it into strips. Look at his teeth." Hector pointed at his companion's mouth. The man obliged, opening wide. "Completely shot. Can't chew a thing. It has to be strips." Barbara had been watching from nearby. She saw what was happening and stepped in. "Allow me. She's new and can only handle the basic cutting service."

I even put all the things in order from A, to Z just so I could feel like I was doing something like I was actually accomplishing something. I asked him "What are you looking for?" He did not look up he just said, "Whatever cut your axle." Thor explained, "If it is still here it will match, because clean cuts are like a signature every blade is different. I have been checking everything that was used in this bay against who was supposed to be that week." I said, "And." He said, "And most of it does not lead to anything." He put down a pair of bolt cutters I could hear how frustrated he was in the way he moved. "Except this."

I say, smirking as I make the first move. I lunge to his right and, using the momentum of his massive head, I jump high and onto his back. Immediately he is up on his hindquarters, throwing his back into a tree, pinning me hard between his spine and the rough bark of the pine tree. I bury my dagger in his side as he whimpers and moves back. He lunges for me, teeth bared. I underestimate his speed as he barely misses my arm and grabs hold of my blade, knocking me to the ground. Shit. I just sharpened this set.

"Did I—" His brow furrowed when I couldn't finish my thought. "I mean, I know I've been needing a haircut, but you could've just said something," someone laughed behind us. Mason. My knife! I leaped off of the ground and raced over to Mason. I gawked at the dagger in disbelief. It was still stuck in the wooden post right at the height of what would've been Mason's eye. I yanked it out and held it in my hand.

Smart move, Elder Oakwood. “Wise words, elder oakwood,” I said nodding as I twisted my fork about in the plate. “But there seems to be one problem…” I paused and looked up at him, my gaze dark and expressionless. “Which is?” He tried to keep his voice straight but he failed miserably. “You're crossing the line.” With that, I threw my knife with precision and it lodged in his shoulder, blood seeping out. He staggered back, pain twisting his features as he stared at me in shock, his hand reaching out to the blade to remove it.

His dagger was shaped like a crescent and could act as a boomerang. Noah’s dagger was flipping at a high speed. Drake dodged it easily, but it managed to cut his long hair, making it look uneven in length. “Fuck.” Drake mumbled, he was pissed because he was fond of his masculine long hair and it would take a long time to grow it back. Drake now began to take Noah seriously.

X calmly reversed his blade, so that the spine was against his forearm. He pushed his arm to the side and with a flicked his wrist. “AAAHHH” shouted the man. With in the flick of his wrist, X cut though the man’s hand and the handle of the axe. The reaction was so fast that the mans fingers and handle to the axe fell as one, while his fingers attempted to grip the axe’s handle. X did not stop there. He quickly retracted the blade, dropped his elbow and pushed up.