Novel & Cerita Hatchet Ch 15

"What were you thinking Emily? I thought I made it obvious that I do not want anything to do with you. Now listen, I am going to offer you two alternatives, and you better pick one because I'm—" "No, no, please, Luis, I do not want to die, and I am sorry; I will never do it again," she cried, her eyes closed. “What did you put in the juice?" I questioned. “A…aphrodisiac," she stuttered. "I need you to finish all that remaining juice or be ready to take all these bullets," I said. She was about to drink it when Hope stepped in, and I immediately put the revolver away. "Daddy, where is Mommy?" she inquired, and I had no idea how to respond.

Her aunty, specifically her dad's younger sister who came visiting was just coming out of the kitchen with a glass jug filled with water drop dead on the floor and the jug shattered into different pieces. Blood began to gush out from her chest profusely. The white tiles had now turned red as her blood flowed like water, dad sprang up my his chair immediately and told Bianca and her brother to run to their room, there was no time to mourn their dead aunt. They were still running when the door flung open, a young boy who was Bruno's age or older stormed in with his dad beside him and few other men, walking behind them with varieties of weapon. They had succeeded in killing the security men. Wh

They were nearing the end of the valley and yet they still hadn’t seen their scouts report back. They should have returned by now. Harper became even more alert as she drew her weapon and raised her shield. Just as they reached the end of the valley and the fog had begun to look they say a body strung up to a pole. Harper rushed forward only to find it was George’s body no longer alive he has a deep gash across his chest.

Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem. “Bitten?” she asked. “Doesn’t look it.” “Armed?” “Knife. Bad one.” “Intent?” “Mostly desperate.” Maya put down the soap. Then Miles added, “Says his name is Dex Hartley.” For one second, the room became very still. Not outside. Outside kept being outside: wind against corrugated metal, distant dead dragging themselves through streets they no longer had appointments in, someone swearing near the water tanks because gravity remained a bastard.

But how else? Hands shoved in the pockets of his windbreaker, Hank turns and walks quietly, not looking down at his feet or thinking about the road. Completely happy and with a soul torn to shreds. Do at least a hundred Horcruxes. Kitty unlocked the apartment door with her key and paused on the threshold, listening. Is there anyone at home, or is everyone on their eternal journeys? Grandmother's son ... later she will go for him. Austin slammed into her, squealing and jumping up to her face. She stroked the dog and froze as her chest throbbed again. Enough ... we need to tie it up. Probably, they are all right, you just need to put an end to it and move on. Because that's no longer possible.

That power in my hands was intoxicating. I turned my gaze back to the village. The pickings in the clearing were slim, with everyone still in their little houses. The barn. I could take care of Doyle and his pack of abominations. At least it would get them off the playing field for when the real fight starts. That’s it then. I nodded my head with conviction and strutted off around the house towards the clearing. As I came around the side of the building, before I reached the last corner, a figure appeared in front of me. I didn’t wait to examine who the person was or to give them the time to call for help. I swung my arm out, slicing the tip of the hatchet across the person's chest. He screa

The shock wave hurled me to the ground, causing the world to spin for a moment. I sat up and saw black smoke emitting into the air. Getting on my feet again, I saw two other hunters appeared. They drew out their shining hatchets and curved blades from their backs. One of them threw a hatchet at me. I did a back-flip, missing the weapon barely an inch. The other lunged forward, but I welcomed him with a kick to the chest. He went airborne and broke through a window shop.

This isn’t the best time to yack up his breakfast of bourbon and scrambled eggs. Voices again drift from below, fading in and out like a radio station not in tune. “ . . . this is great . . . we’re gonna be friggin rich . . . ” Cold desperation puckers his skin. There’s not much time left. He has to move. He stuffs the flashlight and paper back into his pocket and snatches the hatchet from his belt. He then descends, trying very hard to ignore the swirling nothingness all around. ***

At the back end of the kitchen, however was a butler's pantry where earlier during dinner, I caught sight of an exterior door in it. Jogging down the hallway, I rush through the long, spacious kitchen. Turning sharply into the butler's pantry, I accidentally slam into the adjacent wall, smashing the recently stitched-up gash on my upper arm into it. Nicely done, stupid. Forgetting how the heavy bag on my back throws off my balance, I wrap my hand around my throbbing arm, hissing in pain. Clutching the faceted clear glass door knob, I huff out a laugh when it freely turns and almost sob when the door smoothly swings open. Crossing the threshold from the manor to outside, the glee that had sta

Chapter 52(Repel flower) Hazel's Point Of View: My eyes cracked open as I abruptly jerked forward. I raised my gaze to see a guard before me, pulling me by my arm out of the prison. His claws sank into my arm, making me whimper in pain. “Stop!!" I cried. He didn't respond or loosen his grip one bit. “Where are you taking me?!" I shouted while he still pulled me roughly out of the dungeon. We got out of the underground. The sun was already setting, yet it was pretty.