Joker's Knife From Dark Knight の小説・ストーリー

Maddie jerked. “Don’t even think about it, Darling.” Jason growled, though the smile on his lips was inviting. Her eyes widened as she looked at the curved knife in his grip. It was a Scian mhór, the blade he had chosen for the weapons trial, however that wasn’t the memory that rushed her, forcing her to stumble back a step. No, it was the memory of another curved blade, one that had lodged deep in her shoulder when she deflected it from striking Michael.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why did Jasper suddenly think I needed to learn how to throw knives? And why wasn’t he teaching me that himself? Why ask Nymeria instead? This made no sense. But I went near the knives and picked one up. It was a short knife with a wooden hilt and a small, pointed blade. It weighed next to nothing so would fly through the air if used at a good speed. I played with it in my fingers and stood in front of the target. “You want me to hit the bullseye, I guess”

— Well, apart from embroidery, I hate it. “I brought a dagger,” the dark one went on to discuss the matter. She opened her purse and pulled out a seemingly inconspicuous blade. Some strange symbols were carved on the blade, and a dark stone was inserted into the base of the handle. Did they tell you what to do with it? - Yes, - last weekend I saw Lester again, who told me all the intricacies of using this weapon. - I want to warn you. I decided to go with you,” the dark one blurted out in one breath. I didn't even realize what she meant. “I'll take the ring and pass through the palace's security circuit. You can't do it alone.

His words hung in the air, a menacing threat that sent shivers down their spines. The spies, their faces contorted with pain, still refused to answer. Damien's patience wore thin, his anger boiling over. He motioned to his men, who swiftly brought forth a toolbox filled with an array of sinister tools. With a wicked grin, Damien selected a small, blunt knife. He ran his finger along the blade, testing its sharpness. A twisted satisfaction washed over him as he felt the slight sting of the blade against his own skin, knowing that his wounds would heal instantly.

‘It is time to find the Trident. *** ‘Wow, is that a real dagger?’ Lucas said reaching into the liberated metal box. The knife had a black leather-bound handle and a tapered silver blade. Again there was a Swastika embossed into the handle. ‘No doubt about it,’ Albert said smacking Lucas’ hand away. ‘And you don’t know how safe it is.’ ‘It’s a knife with an accursed sign on it, Albert,’ Maud said wryly. ‘It isn’t ever goin’ to be anythin’ other than dangerous.’

Jason Garcia charged toward Jermaine Leonard at full speed, only to hear a splutter and see Jermaine slicing his chest with a golden dagger. Jason was stunned. “You cheated! Why do you have a dagger?” “Well, we both put away a weapon, right? You put away a longsword, while I put away poker cards. Just because you don’t have other weapons, you can’t blame me for having a dagger as a backup weapon,” said Jermaine cheekily.

Jake commanded. The manager carefully lifted it. It was a massive, flawless emerald-cut diamond flanked by two tapered baguettes, set in heavy platinum. It wasn't just a ring; it was a weapon. It looked heavy enough to drown a person. "Give me your hand," Jake murmured. I extended my left hand, my fingers trembling slightly. The "Ice Queen" armor I had spent the morning rebuilding was failing me. The memory of his hands on me in the kitchen last night was still a live wire under my skin.

I repeat, stronger this time. He watches me for a long moment. Then— He smiles again. Different this time. Darker. “Then let’s test that.” My stomach drops. “What do you mean?” He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out something small. Metal. Cold. Familiar. My breath catches. A knife. “No…” I whisper. “Do you remember this?” he asks calmly. I shake my head quickly, panic rising. But my body— My body reacts.

“You have a million dreams with less than nine months to live, because of his wife.” “He knows nothing about it!” I yelled. “I don’t care.” he thundered. “This is not what I asked you to do.” I could not stop yelling now. “When I asked you to get me out of there, this is not what I asked you to do.” He palmed my neck then, his thumb running gently over the helix stud earring he got me. “I am your dark knight, remember? When you ask me to swing my sword, I swing. But it’s my sole duty to swing that sword and swing it true. And to do that, I have to use the method I think is best.”

His jaw tightened as he noticed it too. He called out. “Jasper. Get in here.” Jasper entered quickly, still stiff from earlier. “Do you know that kind of dagger?” Nick asked, pointing at the frozen frame. Jasper stepped closer, his brows furrowing. “Yes… I’ve seen it before. It’s a wolf’s weapon. That one specifically—it kills permanently. There’s no coming back.” His voice dropped, heavy with the weight of his words. Nick’s eyes narrowed. “Why does she have it?”