Julius Endoskeleton Novels & Stories

Were they going to just leave him to die? Unable to understand what was wrong with the Muller family, Marisol couldn't bring herself to ignore Julius' safety. She dashed into the emergency department. She didn't have time to talk to Barbara, who was almost crying herself senseless. First, she went to the doctor. The doctor said Julius had severe acute appendicitis and was in septic shock. His condition was so severe that it might be fatal. If they dragged it out any longer, his life might be in danger.

I’d do anything for her, without a second thought. My muscles tensed, not to fight, but to yield, at least to buy us time for her to get to safety. My shoulders lowered , that small, terrible fall of posture. Julius’s eyes lit with savage delight. This was what he wanted. Not just her, but my submission. Then everything broke. Old Kieran, who had been shaking behind us, cried out, “The supports!” He didn’t charge Julius. He threw his whole weight against a rotten beam bracing the tunnel wall.

He stared at the skeleton with a puzzled face, and his eyes sparkled like crystal grapes. "This human skeleton can be split freely. Its original owner is a forensic doctor. She has a younger brother who has congenital poliomyelitis and is often bullied by her classmates at school. She can't protect him next to her brother all the time, so she gives her brother the skeleton she used before so that her brother can protect himself. Her brother is now an adult, and he gave the skeleton to the boutique I often go to. Now I'll give it to you, okay? "Elisa said.

As I scraped the debris away, my fingertips brushed against something hard—it was nothing like concrete. I thought it was a rock, so I gave it a hard yank. I pulled out half a bone. My hand trembled, and I dropped the bone to the ground. It hit the floor with a sharp crack. Julie looked back. "What was that sound?" And she spotted the thing lying on the floor. She then saw the skeleton curled deep inside the pitch-black cavity beneath the bay window, its body twisted unnaturally. The arms were bent and pressed against the chest, as if it were hugging itself in the darkness.

"You’ve killed us all!" "I’ve ended it, Eleanor!" Julian shouted, bracing himself as the floor beneath Terminal B began to tilt at a nauseating five-degree angle. "The Ouroboros doesn't get the code, and they don't get the samples. This facility is going to the bottom of the trench."

A few minutes later, Kael and Julius finally emerged from the trees breathing heavily. Both looked frustrated. “We lost whoever it was,” Kael said angrily. Julius cursed under his breath before walking toward us. “We searched everywhere,” he added. “There was nobody there.” Then Julius held something up in his hand. “But we found this.” He handed the object to me carefully. It was a small wooden hand bead. It was dark brown and old-looking. I frowned slightly and turned it over in my hand. Tiny strange symbols had been carved into it. “This isn’t English,” Julius said quietly.

Wasting the rest of my life on two pieces of trash wasn't worth it. I grabbed Theo's jacket and stood, brushing dirt off my pants. "Alright. Time to end this." I told Theo to bring both of them back, and he didn't complain. He just turned and left. Some time later, Theo dragged over two large sacks. The sacks squirmed and made muffled sounds. He opened them. Julian was inside the first one, reeking and skeletal. After half a month in the dump, parts of his body had rotted and maggots crawled through the wounds.

Enzo and another guy made a show of looking, shining flashlights. “Check the seal on those linens,” Enzo said loud to his guy, near the cab, pulling Mick’s attention. The other guy whistled, low and sharp, into the dark. From the shadows between the SUVs, a shape moved. Fast and silent. All in black…Julian. He slipped up into the back of the truck like a ghost. He had a small backpack. He didn’t make a sound, moving carefully. He moved between the crates, found a big empty one marked STERILE PACKING – FRAGILE. He slipped inside, pulled the lid mostly closed. Just a crack for air.

A week later, House Six stood deep underground in Bunker 039. The air was colder this far down. More metallic. It scraped the lungs on inhale. "Okay," Samuel exhaled, stretching his arms behind his head. "We've officially seen some crazy shit." He wasn’t wrong. Bunker 027 had held fossilized bones of a creature that resembled a dinosaur but not any species known to science. Its skull had six eye sockets. Bunker 031 was an untouched treasure vault, overflowing with diamonds and precious stones. Joy had called it obscene.

I heard snuffling sounds as I rounded a tent and stopped, only to find Cillium standing protectively over a small body: it was Julius. The pup was unconscious – but there were no bloodstains visible on his flank, so I prayed that it wasn't more than that. I stooped down to lift the tiny figure in my arms; once I had I turned to Cil, grateful that he hadn't Shifted back to human yet. *Will you carry him?*