Grey Ink 소설 & 이야기

--- I unfolded it. It was shorter than I'd thought. I'd known it would be, from the way the ink lay through the paper, but knowing and seeing are different. One line. A wide clean margin on every side, as though whoever wrote it had wanted nothing near it. Cream paper, heavy, a little yellowed at the edges. The ink was darker than the rest of the chronicle's, a rusty brown that had once been black. No heading. No date. No name. I held it closer to the coals and read.

It took me a full pass through the page before I noticed what was actually wrong with it. The ink. Every other entry in the surrounding pages had faded to the same soft brown that decades did to ink left untouched, uniform enough that I'd stopped consciously registering it after the first hour. My entry hadn't faded the same way. It sat darker, crisper, the kind of ink that hadn't had nearly as many years to settle into the page as the entries surrounding it claimed to have had. I held the page up to the window, tilting it until the light caught the surface at an angle.

"She must have cheated." That stings, to be honest. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this win. Ignoring the background noise, I kept my posture straight as I walked up the stone steps. I took the heavy iron pen from the registrar's hand. The metal felt ice-cold against my skin. The moment my nib touched the ancient paper, a strange, electric vibration shot up my arm. For a split second, the ink of my signature glowed a deep, burning crimson before settling into a standard midnight-black.

“I’m tempted to just leave him asleep, but we don’t want him to jerk awake and ruin the ink.” Izzy and Kimi laughed at the image of a permanent mistake on Matty’s chest. Kimi calmed herself first, and landed a hard slap across Matty’s face. “The fuck!” he swore and jerked up. “What’s going on?” “Time to pay up, cousin,” Kimi said. “I made it easy for you, and brought the tattoo artist to you.” Izzy had set her bag down, and was rummaging through it for some tools. She pulled out a tray, and started laying her tools on it. “I brought a few colors, but most people prefer black for scripts,” she explained.

The white lights, lingering above, glared through dirty glass of their bulbs, flooding the grey single tables, the grey food, and the grey floor below awash, seemingly revealing all. The spoons were grey, the plates were grey, and the chairs were grey. Everything was grey. The engineer's eyes were grey, his standard issue shirt and trousers were grey, and a few grey hairs sat in the overgrown ,bushy ginger cloud which lay atop his head. His sallow skin, once tanned and always flushing red, now held a grey hue. The bags under his eyes, however, were a staunch black.

I immediately took a plain sheet of paper, a feather and a small bottle of ink. I looked at the ink and noticed it was colourless. What sort of ink could this be? Most ink colours are always blue or black, but this one was colourless. "This is an invincible type of ink. Once used on a sheet, you can't see what you have written unless you dip it into a bowl of water, and then the texts will become visible." Kim explained, and I understood immediately. Such an intelligent wolf. Wow! It would be of great help to me.

Red ink Ep 13: Two sides of a coin • • He looked at the scene before him, the grass was wet and damp, rain drizzling, washing the blood of his victims away with its spontaneity. He didn't have much to do, he was done for the evening and he had who he came for. Boss would want him to finish it clean but he made a special request tonight, that he should leave the scene as it was, unattended and allow whoever was passing by perceive the odour of the decay...multiple dead persons. That would be one odour to reckon with. It would be a trigger point for the man who hid in the shadows.

I throw on my jacket, and Susan pops a question. "What shade of grey is that, though?" I am on the verge of replying to the famous movie fifty shades of grey, but I stop myself. "This is mink. It goes well with green and black." "I honestly don't know how you do it, girl," Susan mutters. Her eyes are coated with slight admiration.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Focus, Ri. Legion Vega is sitting beside me, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. He’s Arkyn’s youngest, the one who doesn’t carry the baggage of Legacy’s reputation. He looks to be about eighteen or nineteen; tall and lanky. He has long blond hair, a stark contrast to Legacy’s black hair, and when I first saw him, the color of his eyes surprised me. One is the red of his Lycan, the other is purple. “His hybrid status is still in question,” Arkyn had said. “We’ve met his Lycan and tailed beast, but that doesn’t explain the purple eye.”