Romans & histoires G I Joe Renegades Snake Eyes

His voice is heavy with a 'don't fucking mess this up' tone that piqued my interest. I turn to Haiden noticing how stiff he became in a second. His jaw clenches and my eyes fall to his fisted hands. "Give me a second Snake, I need to take care of something." He says stiffly. "Haiden?" I uttered in confusion. That man, was he going to make Haiden partake in this illegal street fighting? 'Snake's' eyes turn back to me and he grins. "Your girl?" He nudges his chin my way and looked to be suppressing a humored laugh.

"You've completely lost your mind!" I laughed loudly like a wicked woman and stared at him with a psychopathic grin and my eyebrows raised, "I just saw my death, dumbass. How do you expect me to react?" When he was about to say something, Aeneas showed up out of no-fucking-where, and I stared at him for an instant, absorbing his appearance. He looks like a fusion of our father and his mother. Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height.

The snake-eyes thundered, his nails turning into long, sharp claws. I exhaled. The fury filled my body with an unexpected force. I had to fight for my survival, and that might have been my best chance to attack the snake-eyed guy. I did a roundhouse kick and then finished it by stabbing one of his eyes with my heel. He blared as his eyeball turned into a dark-red pulp.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

Joe shook fearfully as he looked at the snake’s green eyes and stuttered its name, “The Giant Black Mamba! It followed us here!”

Sure, the wolf would be saved, but what wrong did the lion commit? Yet now, Enoch's kindhearted suggestion spurred Gideon into action. "Hurry up and leave now!" he urged. "There's no time to lose," Gideon said with a grin. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, instantly dispersing the toxic mist that had trapped the mercenaries. "What?" they exclaimed, astonished. Facing the giant snake, Gideon stated, "I won't take your life, but these people are my own, and I can't just watch. Let's strike a bargain. Give up your inner core and vacate this area."

“Do you hear them, Selena? They’re laughing. At me. At this house. At what I’ve become.” He stabbed the fork down hard. “They think I’ve lost control.” His eyes lifted. Empty. “I haven’t.” Giordano poured wine like we were at some royal dinner. He didn’t even look angry anymore. That’s what scared me. His eyes were glassy. Gone. Like he wasn’t really in the room. “You ever see a snake shed its skin?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “I said—have you ever watched one?” He dragged his knife slowly across the steak. “They leave it behind. Like it means nothing. Like everything they were just… peels away. Gone.”

I shot a look at Gio. "I think I might like this kid after all." Gio picked up a M16, making gun fire sounds as he whispered, "say hello to my little friend." I shook my head at him then looked to Niko. "Are you kidding me right now?" I can't work with Gio. "He is old school, and a little slow." Niko grunted at him and Gio put down the gun. "Every man dreams about doing that." Gio puffed his chest out, grabbing a few clips and knives to stuff in his pocket then walked out.

In the bombed-out art gallery, a group of burly men in bulletproof vests brandished machine guns, their faces fierce. The leader, with a green tattoo on his arm and a crew cut, appeared somewhat handsome despite missing his left ear. He received a message about Yosef Nelson's whereabouts and a grim smile crept onto his face as he led his men forward. "The target is trapped, Snake and the secret guards from the Nelsons are fighting!" someone behind him said. "Yosef Nelson is damn lucky, not getting blown up!" another muttered. "Heh, not dying is just perfect. I want to capture him myself and then... make him wish he were dead!" the leader, Adams, rubbed the spot where his left ear used to be,

"I’ll tell him not to-" "Hey, silver eyes." Shit. My eyes met Gerald's, and I had to stop myself from salivating. He looked hot—extremely hot. He wore dark ripped jeans and a shirt that hugged his torso nicely; it had a blazing skull printed on it and was accompanied with a dark leather jacket. He wore black Nike Converse and had a gold chain with a cross adorning his neck. He had diamond studs embedded in his ears and had all his piercings done.