Hatchet นิยาย & เรื่องราว

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit.

Haakon lowered the blade Shaky, pointing, lawn. Ragnar saw that the weapon looked strange and complex. A serrated blade was used for the edge, and the blade itself appeared to have a complex mechanism. "Well, dear." said the sergeants. It may be used. You are armed and I am not.

I wouldn’t sleep soundly until he was dead. In the evenings, while Hugo was gone, I’d make the long trek to the chalet, sticking to the shadows of the trees. For several weeks, I kept my routine, always holding my switchblade and darts close by, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Because I knew how well-trained and powerful my mom’s killer was, I knew I’d have to find a way to catch him unawares because there was no way I’d ever be able to overpower him. Even being tall as I was, he still towered over me, and his body had to be at least three times the mass, most of it pure muscle. No, he would not be easy to take down, but my overarching need for revenge overpowered any fear I should have

Getting a sudden thrilling feeling inside her, Natasha strangely perceived what was about to happen as she watched a chainsaw drop out of the column, its serrated metallic blade pointing down towards Lucas's head. "Lucas, watch out!" Natasha found herself suddenly standing next to Lucas and everything around her was still—motionless. Her eyes were wide when she saw the chainsaw frozen right above Lucas instead of hitting him. "What the... ?" Instinctively, Natasha grabbed the chainsaw which was exceptionally heavy and slowly removed it from its original trajectory, setting it away from Lucas's head. The weird moment passed and everything sort of returned to normal with Lucas gasping after th

I collapse to my knees, gripping my head. Visions explode behind my eyelids. A cliff. A lone figure standing at its edge. Hair flying in the wind. A familiar silhouette. No… My heart stops as I see her face. Her grey eyes. Her soft smile. Her lips part. “Goodbye, Zander.” Then, the knife in her hands rises. No… No… A scream tears from my throat as she plunges it toward her heart. “Noooooooo, Butterflyyyyyyyyy!!!”

CHAPTER 15 Emma perused the assortment of tools lining the safe room wall with her bug-out bag in hand. Cripes, it feels like I’m shopping in a hardware store. Her fingers brushed the handle of an axe before drawing away and grabbing the hatchet beside it instead. She lifted the sheathed blade free of the pegboard, testing the weight with a practice swing. Satisfied, Emma pulled a roll of duct tape down and secured the handle to the side of the bag.

He feels this, in his very bones, and also feels that now is the time to do what must be done. As he walks, an old pistol—a .38, stuck under his belt buckle—rubs against his belly. He clenches and re-clenches sweaty fingers around the handle of Grandpa Carlton’s old Army hatchet, given to him when he was a boy. Little had he known then what it was for.

I wanted to be dead and I wanted to be dead now because this pain was unbearable and it was cruel. "You stole my mate," Luca ground out as I felt a jolt in my side where he forced the knife and I could see my blood pooling at my feet as I moved my hand over the wound. He then forced the knife into my stomach and dragged it down before pulling it out and put it against my throat. His eyes were now charcoal and his claws were making an appearance. He put his lips against my ear and whispered, "you tried to steal my pups, murder my best friend and ruin my pack. You kidnapped two innocent children and you are one sick man."

“I -uh… forgot my bag at my friend’s place. I do not have my keys. Do you have an extra pair of keys to my apartment?” “Ah. Okay.” He stood straight and walked towards the cupboard. “You can give a copy of these to Hailey.” He said while searching for the keys. “Here,” he finally found it. “Return them to me after handing over the copy to your neighbors.” He handed her the keys.

He threw Alyisha to the side as he reached for him war hammer. It was monstrous! The hammer itself weighted more than one hundred fifty pounds, it was casted of solid brass. The handle was solid metal. It had two sets of groove marks. The groves laid at the bottom of the handle and the top of the handle. There were shoulder length apart, and seemed to have been made for Hezi. As Hezi picked up the hammer and held it over his head he asked, “Do you have any last words?” Alyshia showed no change in her facial expressions as she looked at Hezi and smirked. “What awaits you before my death will be greater upon my death!”