How To Fix A Switchblade Novels & Stories

I’d just secured my hands around the grip as a pair of large, muddy boots came pushing through the circular opening. I held the blade at the ready, my body coiled in preparation, and I swung the deadly edge forward as the male’s head cleared the lip, pulling back in shock mere seconds before I accidently sliced into my protector.

I resumed my scan, looking for a sharp object that I can use to escape and breathed in relief, all part of my body sagging with it when I saw my escape tool. I almost sang when I saw the blade lying on the floor a few centimeters next to him. I had forgotten all about it. Mark had gone to buy it when he couldn't tear off the plaster. I didn't think that he had seen it when he swerved off to the side what he bought as he wouldn't have let that blade lying down as it was. That was a risk that he couldn't take. I shifted closer, reaching out with my fingers to take the blade. It wasn't easy as it was stuck close to the ground and I didn't have the fingernails to pick it up.

The sharp side of their blades was made of silver, and their end had an arrow-like point to penetrate the enemy. Its handle had a safety curve on it that I could, which was why I could spin it freely around my hands like I was doing today. A deadly glint flashed before my eyes as I moved with agility and started slashing throats from left and right. I even used their bodies as a stepping mid-air so I could continue jumping from one another. “That’s wild!” Lyndon exclaimed after he walked off from one of the trees, where he shifted back to his human form. I stretched my limbs, cleaned my blade with a towel I immediately dropped after, and put it back on the sheath.

He took it away from her and slid his thumb against the guard. Instantly a blade of blue energy appeared, eclipsing the razor edged steel. She didn’t try to take it back, just looked it over carefully, catching his eye and nodding when she was done. The blue hummed back into the blade, and he gave it back to her. “The energy source is inside the haft. I release the beam when I slide the catch.” She looked it over a little longer and gave it back to him to be sheathed.

Our bags are stacked with little food but loads of weapon, without any first aid kit, who could imagine we'll be needing it. “We need to widen the wound surface, the blade is being enclosed by her flesh trying to heal, get me something I can use in pulling out this blade." Eddy sounds like an expert in surgeon. Larry rush to the car and search around the car while Mel keeps trying to soothe Xiao with assuring words, but I doubt that's effective now. “Found it” Larry says as he hurried back to Eddy, he hands over a pair of pliers to him. “Exactly what I need” He says, as he collects the pliers, then he turns to Mel “I want you to hold her head firmly when I pull the blade out, she may try to

“No. Why would I do that?” “That’s a scalpel, baby.” “I know what it is. I couldn’t find any scissors—in any of your drawers. I need an electric shaver. The scalpel will work just fine to start.” Easing out a breath, he stepped forward and held out a hand. “Promise me you’ll help.” “Always, Lizbug, but let’s first talk. Okay?” She handed over the blade—dull side facing him—and turned back to the mirror. After placing it over by the bedside table, Johnny took a second to gather his shit before easing back into the small space behind his tiny woman. He gently pulled her hair over her shoulders, and she froze.

Perhaps he understood my message, or perhaps he saw that nobody in the room was going to save him I made good on my threats. I didn’t care either way... “Good,” I gritted out, pushing him towards the door. “Get to work!” He scurried out of the room, and strangely, I felt completely calm after that. My hands felt restless, though, but I knew of a way that always calmed me. I pulled out my trusted switchblade and leaned against the wall, playing with it between my fingers. I barely noticed that the tension in the room was thick enough to cut through and that nobody really dared to breathe.

Harvey did not waste his breath and immediately dashed to the woman's side and immediately bit his finger, and dripped a drop of blood on her forehead. After Harvey had done that, the woman's condition seemed to have improved slightly, and she also stopped shaking. "Where's the knife?!" Harvey asked one more time. After some hesitation, Blade gave Harvey the longsword he had. Harvey grabbed the longsword and then sliced open her palms, the soles of her feet, and then her back.

I could tell he was grinning underneath the mask as he slowly circled me while I tried to breath through the pain. “Let's make it more interesting shall we,” he chuckled, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulling out a switchblade that glinted in the low sunlight. He rushed towards me, the switchblade clutched in his left hand but I grabbed his arm as he tried to stab me. Gritting my teeth as he fought back. He saw an opening and delivered a punch to my abdomen, causing me to let go of his arm as I staggered back. I gripped my side, looking down to see blood coating my hoodie crimson. I breathed a shaky breath, as staggered back from him.

There must be something in here. I rummaged through his drawers and closets, trying to find anything until I found a Swiss knife buried under the layers of scratch paper. I flicked the blade and quickly dropped to the floor, sandwiching the handle in between my feet then started sawing the rope. It takes longer than burning it, but eventually, I finally cut the rope in half. Using the Swiss knife, a picked the lock on the doorknob, just like how Tiara taught me. Surprisingly, without her guidance, I managed to twist the knob and unlock the whole thing.