Death X Puss In Boots の小説・ストーリー

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.

Until death-chapter 27 Themes: Genesis and Revelation "You want to know how it begins, right?" Ryan screeched at me, and I could see the streaks in his neck rising. He sauntered towards me and shoved me in the mouth with his boot. Not allowing me to take a siesta, he raised me with one hand, my feet dangling in the air, and he punched me in the jaw. Still, he didn't release me. "You Smith caused everything," he snarled again, his eyeball protruding out due to the way he was speaking. "None of you should interfere in what doesn't concern you." He hit me twice more before tossing me away, and I went flying in the air like a baby toy.

Panic followed soon after—surprise, anger, denial—as his body betrayed him, weakening under the effects of the poison now coursing through his veins. “Aerated wolfsbane and silver,” I explained, my voice casual as I stepped toward him. “Not enough to kill, but definitely enough to disarm.” Drax had fallen from his pathetic excuse for a throne, crawling on his hands and knees, trying to escape me. His claws scratched at the floor, his breath coming in ragged gasps, each exhale stained with blood. The bodies of the girls he’d killed were now obstacles in his path, but he was too weak to move them aside.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

A small locked medication safe she cannot crack in six minutes. She takes what she can. Not everything. Everything is greed. Greed is heavy. Heavy is slow. Slow is dead. The smoke thickens. LUS says, Exit recommended. "Bag half full." Exit strongly recommended. “Fine.” She grabs two more boxes, fine has always been a flexible word, then backs toward the door. A third dead body slams into the stockroom entrance from the shop floor, burning at one shoulder. Maya stares. "That's new." Combustion hazard.

My boots crunch over the brittle twigs as I walk and try to locate the exact spot Xylus and the rest were. The stench of blood hits first. My chest grips with the thought of what I’m about to see. "Dominic?" Xylus calls out as my boots rustle with the dry leaves and branches. "Almost there." I respond to him sharply as I clear the path, and there they are. Xylus and two other warriors, and the dead one laying on the floor. His chest is ripped wide open, ribs cracked apart, his heart completely gone. My hands curl into fists at my sides.

Gulp, gulp, gulp… Marcellus kept coughing blood, and his vision was suddenly becoming hazy and blurry. He realized that the sound he had heard was that of a firecracker. He suddenly understood something, and his face suddenly became ferocious. He used his last bit of strength. “F*ck you…” Before he could say the last sentence, Marcellus died. “He’s dead!” Willie said as he put on his gloves and took the gun in Marcellus’s hand. He withdrew the magazine to check, and not a single bullet was missing.

"You're so noisy!" After Chase spoke, a burst of true energy shot out from his fingertips. Paxton's mouth hung open, but before he could say anything, he had already ceased to breathe. "Now, there are only three of you left!" As soon as he said this, Calvin thrust a hand blade through Dexter's chest. Before dying, Dexter's face was full of disbelief. "Y-You..." As Dexter breathed his last, Calvin pulled out his blood-stained hand and approached Eric.

Venessa’s eyes rolled back as her body went limp, collapsing to the floor. Blowing a pink bubble of gum, Delilah tilted her head with mock pity. “Sorry, darling. I’ll be taking back my place tonight.” She pouted, then smirked. “This is where your hell begins.” Behind her, Death stepped into the house like a shadow. He slung Venessa’s unconscious body over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. A golden entry pass slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. Delilah picked it up, brushing imaginary dust off it before trailing after Death with a smirk.

Dash appeared from the hollow tree behind and stared at the poisoned bounty hunter who went by the name 'Husky', who was having a hard time breathing. He coughed violently over and over again, until he coughed out blood. "Sh*t!" Husky cursed. "F*cking poison." He coughed violently over and over again, rasping and gasping for breath after the fits of cough. It was so bad that Dash changed his mind. This Husky guy was going to die anyway. There was no need for him to risk his life. Quietly, he pressed a button and the hollow tree closed up, knowing fully well that Husky had barely a few hours left to live.