Novel & Cerita Hunter Burn

Sandro’s eyes widened, Gina who was silent for a while watching the show before, gasped looking at the horrendous scene. Sandro’s men couldn't believe what they were seeing. A man was set on fire as he ran towards them, Screaming. As he neared them, Gina slid back screaming and Sandro too jumped aside. The burning man came to halt when a bullet passed through his skull and he fell on the floor with a thud. Another man came running inside, injured and horrified. “Capo, The Bonkers is here. He…” Before he could speak further a bullet passed through his chest from behind and he also joined his burning buddy. Pin drop silence prevailed around as Everyone witnessed the gruesome scene with frozen

“Hey! That's not fair. I didn't even ask to drive the truck...” The Chief ignored Vivienne completely as he stopped next to me. “You’re always welcome home, Jacob,” The man said, laying a hand on my shoulder. “Never think that because you are not active, you’re no longer one of us.” “Chief …” “You'll always be a firefighter, son,” He interrupted me, his index finger pointed towards my chest, although his warm, blue eyes always remained fixed on me. “Your heart and mind know it, Jacob. Your ranks will always exist. Your heroic actions will always live in each of those people you managed to save. So never forget what you did. And don't forget what you still are.”

It seems even an old dog can learn new tricks. I had been trying to spot anyone out the front windows when I heard him shouting. “Oh, SHIT! GET DOWN!!” The Hunter called from the kitchen. “What’s going on?” I questioned, starting to head to the back of the house, but it was too late. I could smell the burning gasoline and hear the clanging sound of something bouncing down the chimney. Fuck! I couldn’t move fast enough as the grenade landed, blasting me back into a wall. Someone is going to pay for that. “THAT MOTHER FUCKER!” I cursed, coughing as I shoved debris away.

"How? I saw the boathouse explode. I saw you fall." Julian’s face appeared on the screen, scarred and twisted by burns. He looked like a nightmare. "Fire is an old friend, Hazel. It takes, but it also gives. It gave me a reason to stay alive. It gave me the drive to find where Jane was hiding your little prize." The reporters in the room began to panic. Security guards rushed toward me, but I didn't move. My soul was screaming. Every breath I took felt like I was inhaling glass. First my father, then my mother, and now Julian. No one stayed dead in this world.

I just watched. And burned.

And, for some reason, recently since the fire incident in the field, Albern seemed to have returned to the past, especially when Harnum called him, and the image of the little girl came back to him. Harnum reminded Albern of his little girl. Then, at that very moment when Albern was treating the burns on the soles of Harnum's feet, Albern again saw a similarity. He found burns on the soles of Harnum's feet, and now, Albern was curious about Harnum's back, he really wanted to check to see if it was true that Harnum was the little girl who had helped him in the forest when he was little.

I heard Hunter say, he sounded calm but desperate. I knew I could control the fire to keep it from burning anyone I didn’t want to harm, I had learned that when Caleb had grabbed me. When I had erected a shield of fire around us, I had no intentions of letting anyone through. Looking up at Hunter through tear-filled eyes, I dropped the shield and let the fire evaporate.

He pick up the call. Hunter doesn't know what his friend heard, because his now furious friend cursed and stuffed his phone inside his pocket. "We have to go now. The house is on fire." "What?!" Hunter's voice came out as a whisper. 'The house' was the place where they keep their all weapons and documents. He gritted his teeth before standing up and stomping out of there, followed by Kaiden. __________________ "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Arjun asked after his staring contest with his best friend.

I prefer the scowl but am in no mood to deal with it right now. Bringing the heavy bucket of dishes to the hot kitchen, the card seems to burn in my pocket, begging me to use it. I’d looked at it almost my entire break an hour ago. Nothing but a number and first name on it, not telling me much more than I learned in the elevator. I'd turned it over again and again, as if new words would appear on it the more I did it. But no, it remained the same. Lawson, and ten digits. That's all.