Chopper Cries Novels & Stories

Silas wheezed. A thrumming began to vibrate through the air. From the direction of the Atlantic, four sleek, choppers crossed the skyline of the Rust Belt. They were ghosts, unmarked, the private shadow-army. "Viper, get your men out of here! NOW!" I screamed, my voice cracking over the rising roar. Viper, the king of the streets, looked up, his face pale under the wash of the helicopters' searchlights. He didn't question me. He whistled, a sharp, piercing sound that cut through the engine noise.

When I finally found Jack and the others, I promptly shouted, “There, on the second lifeboat! Those are the students who had issued the distress call! Could you please help them? They are just university students!” However, the cockpit was in utter chaos as someone was barking orders from the other end. “Chopper Two, Chopper Two—get clear right now! The cyclone is spreading and you are not within minimum safe distance. Chopper One is already down, abandon the operations and get clear right now!” “No, no, no! Don’t give up! They are right beneath us!” I struggled in panic and maniacally pulled against my handcuffs, but the two men beside me kept me pinned on my seat as the chopper started to

I said with a smile. “Love," his voice turned icy. Okay, he was doing this again. I looked behind him and thought about something. I pushed him away and ran toward the chopper. I jumped and climbed inside it with my small hands and legs. It was quite tiring. It looked so easy, yet I was huffing and lost my breathing in balance.

“F''f''four. '' Hiccup. I close my eyes with another swipe, my moan getting louder. '' Count! Remember that if you make a mistake... '' C''c''c''c''cinco. '' Very good. Another blow comes and the tears don't stop falling. “S''s''s''s''six. “Good girl, keep counting. Please stop! “S''s''s''s''s''seven. '' I can't control the crying, the pain only increases more and more. “O''o''o''o''o''eight.” My body is gripped by the tremors and I feel like I'm going to collapse on the bed. “N''n''n''n''nine. '' I scream, no longer supporting it, and fall, in a dramatic scene.

I tried to help, but my vision was going dark, my head throbbing with unbearable pain. "Aiden, help!" Chloe's voice echoed, but it sounded distant, like she was calling from miles away. I fell back to the ground, the world spinning around me. My strength was failing. I could barely see through the haze that had settled over my vision. The sound of Alex’s terrified cries and Chloe’s panicked shouts reached me faintly. "No, no, no..." Chloe’s voice broke, her frustration and fear clear. "Aiden, please!"

My voice trembled. "I heard them." Silence..,Complete silence. Chloe stared at me. "Heard who?" "The twins." Her eyes widened. "They spoke to me." I laughed nervously.I know it sounds crazy But I heard them." "T-They talked?" "They told me not to cry." Tears filled my eyes. "They said Daddy would protect us." Chloe became unusually quiet. Too quiet. I thought maybe she didn't believe me. "I know how insane it sounds” "No." She interrupted softly.

punishing pulse.I couldn’t yell again. Instead, I whistled.Once. Twice. On the third sharp note, his head jerked up. His eyes scanned the crowded arena, searching for the source."Nehza," I called out again, barely louder than a breath.This time, his gaze snapped directly to me. A wave of raw relief washed over me. I jerked my chin, gesturing for him to come over. He frowned, his expression tightening into a puzzled scowl.Please, I mouthed, silent and desperate.He read my lips. His massive frame shifted, abandoning his task, and he began striding toward my hiding spot.I pulled my head back inside the hut, collapsing back against the wooden threshold. I drew my knees tight against my chest, t

Now they were only filled with fury and confusion. "Have you ever wondered what it felt like to be hung three hundred feet in the sky, Joseph? Ever wondered what it felt like to be watched like a chimpanzee doing unnatural tricks in a circus? Ever wondered what it felt like when the girl you like laughed at you for wetting your pants?" Every question drained more color out of his face. "I…" Not a sentence came out of his mouth. "You think I'm overreacting. I call this an appropriate response." I flung his hand away, zipped my backpack, and stormed off. What followed me was the classroom's silence.

"Chopper!" "Ma'am, drink some water." Assassin told in a tender voice. "I'll... " I choked, "break the glass." I saw their soft expressions for me, "You won't. " he extended his hand. I gripped it with both hands. The water was spilling out of the glass. I'm scared. I tried to steady my breathing. It was impossible. The air came out labored and shuddery. "Call my husband," I managed the words out. I needed to placate myself. I could not stop crying, my lower lip was wobbling.