How To Fix A Switchblade Novels & Stories

He muttered, his voice strained. I grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet, focusing on the task at hand. My hands moved with precision, cleaning the wound and stitching him up like I'd done countless times before. Joey shifted slightly, his jacket falling open to reveal a glint of silver tucked into the waistband of his pants-a razor blade, small but sharp. I kept my expression neutral, masking the quick flash of realization. As I reached for the gauze on the table, I made my move.

Suddenly, he reached into his pocket, and with the press of a button, out popped a gleaming switchblade. Horror washed over Tessa. She didn’t want to think about how close she’d been to that knife or what he’d been planning to do to her with it. Now, she had to help Zy. While Cash sprang at him with the blade, taking a vicious swipe at his face, she glanced around her living room for a weapon. Nothing. He’d probably hear her coming at him with something a big as a chair, and her fireplace tools were on the other side of the room, behind Zy.

I'm always expecting some kind of attack, and because I have no idea what it could be, I'm on edge about every little thing. "Here," Timmon says, breaking my concentration. He presses something cold and smooth into my palm. "Keep this on you at all times." It's a switchblade. "Timmon," I chide, handing it back to him. "If this is found on me, I could get in serious trouble. I don't need that in my life. It's complicated enough as it is."

I held the switchblade carefully between my hands, weighing it across my palms and tilting it back and forth in the morning sunlight. It streamed through my childhood bedroom window, slanting across my bed and catching the silver of the blade. I’d left Sierra’s feeling uneasy last night. I’d checked the back of my car for intruders at least ten times before I’d settled myself in the driving seat, and even then I’d felt the need to continue checking over my shoulder.

He spoke out as he took the switchblade he had picked up to the scout's heart region, if not boring through it, then turning it to seal the deal. "Ugh..." The scout wailed. "It's nothing personal." He said.

He howled as he dropped. I turned, grabbed a baton off one of their belts, and jabbed it into the third man’s throat. Three down. The fourth lunged. Mistake. I twisted his momentum against him, using his own weight to send him flying out through the open doorway and straight into the dark ocean.Just one more. My eyes flicked toward the emergency panel on the wall. In one smooth motion, I slid a blade from my sleeve and threw it. It embedded itself cleanly into the floor, right between Kaidan and Liz.

He sucks in a deep breath, preparing to let loose another scream no one else will ever hear, but then he passes out. Pussy. Quite literally now. I switch the blade off, curl my fingers in his bottom teeth and yank it down, and drop the now detached piece of skin down his throat. Then I work to cauterize the wound, preventing him from bleeding out while I’m gone. I’m not quite done with him yet.

I took the stance and swung the blade down, while I twisted my waist through the side. Keeping the blade on the ground, swinging it in an arc so the blade slices instead of chop. "Hhhhh!" the heretic groaned in pain as his right arm was sliced, a big drop of blood was coming out from the cut. I didn't give him a time to recover and proceed forward. I gripped the handle on my left, a dark glow flowed out and covered the whole hook. I swing it upward, and the air and ground split apart. A dark shadow blade came out from the cracked ground and appeared under the heretics feet. He jumped away before it could hit him, and turned his body on the side to avoid the incoming attack from Zen's blade.

Then suddenly a random thought popped into my brain. Since I was allowed to roam inside the building, it wasn't silly to assume that there was also a kitchen! Perfect! I could go there and sneak some food, without anyone realizing it. Just hope for Silas not to be there. ~~ "Why don't you just open your mouth..." I inconspicuously pulled out a small switchblade that was given to me by my father, from the pockets of my pants. The bastard was breathing heavily and didn't notice as I lifted the blade above him. I rammed it as hard as I could into his thigh until it went all the way through the muscle hitting bone.

I wanted to make a point. I nodded to one of my men, Anton. His hands were like hammers. Anton stepped forward, he grabbed the man by the back of his neck. He pulled his head back, making the man’s throat exposed. I took the knife from my pocket. It was a simple switchblade, the blade flashing in the light. “Wait! Please!...” I walked towards him, my body calm. I slid the blade across his throat, making a deep cut. The sound was wet, as blood poured out.