My Chemical Romance Conventional Weapons 소설 & 이야기

SHAY’S POV When we’d been thoroughly educated on Area Alpha 101 and the weapons, we were taken back to the viewing room. There were a total of four weapons there, each with a different coloured light, shape, and design. I was honestly curious about the weapons. To me, they just didn’t seem all that harmful. The minerals that were glowing, were enchanting, but I felt like I’d not only seen them before, but I also knew where they came from.

But as he drew a deep breath to let out a warning roar, the dark-blue gas rushed down his throat. Cough! Killian stumbled, a horrific, burning sensation ripping through his chest. It wasn't the regular Nullifier poison. This was a specialized, military- grade chemical weapon designed specifically for Great Wolves—a toxic smoke laced with synthetic silver dust. "Killian!" Leo screamed, trying to reach him, but a corporate soldier slammed a heavy stun-baton into Leo’s shoulder, sending a massive wave of electricity through his body. Leo crashed to the floor, his technopath light sputtering and dying as he clutched his badly burned arm.

The vampires relied on our primitive instincts to wipe out as many wolves as possible due to the use of lethal weapons created with silver bullets, aconite, and power blockers. After the war the weapons were hidden and declared forbidden unless it was an emergency. This attack was a bloody emergency. “Are you sure?” asked Jhosep seriously, and I nodded nervously. “I'm going to give you a once-over anyway.” Jhosep moved in quickly, holding the rifle in front of me as if it were an extension of his own body. “I—”

I smiled back and placed my hand in his. “Welcome home, my love,” he said. Together, we walked to the house. I watched him unlock the door before stepping into it with me behind him. I shut the door and we continued to walk further into the house. When we got to the living room, my eyes widened. Standing in the center of the room was Gina, holding an assault rifle at us with a deadly look on her face. “Gina… Put the gun down. What the fuck are you doing with that?” Anthony asked.

Mila handed Phoebe something that looked like a gun and said, "Here, take it." "A gun? Isn't that risky?" Phoebe was startled. She knew that it was against the law to own a gun in Norvania, and using one to hurt someone could result in the death penalty. Mila gave Phoebe a special mask and explained, "No bullets are in this gun. It's a chemical weapon I made and it's filled with ether, an anesthetic used on patients. It won't hurt anyone when it hits.

lycot, Chem-α, Chem-Ω. “Aconitum,” Kim said. “Wolfsbane.” “Refined.” Sara’s smile returned, thinner. “Your soldiers aimed silver and noise at the problem. We prefer chemistry. Pheromone masks. Lures. Stimulants. Inhibitors. If we can pull the queen out, or shut a pack down, your wall guns won’t need to sing so often.” Tom leaned on his crutch, eyes gone flinty. “And the people under the fur?”

Weapons of different kinds, shapes and uses were laying in front of him, most of which he had never seen before. His Generals wore the same reaction as him, alongside also looking like they struck a gold crater. "Welcome to the Underground Werewolf Weaponry," Diana announced, with a proud look on her face. "So it is real," a General commented after he had picked his jaw from the ground. "As real as you and me, General Colton," Diana responded. "We also have a lab in the other room where we store all types of chemicals. Our lab is a close second to Fay. Now we can work on infusing the serum into the weapons."

Rhea continued, “Possessing conventional weapons could be intimidating, but no one dares to use them lightly. However, chemicals differ. “We can control their usage, employ them for our purposes, and do so subtly.” Her eyes gleamed as she spoke. She looked like she could envision a bright future. Fred did not retort and stared at her thoughtfully.

I’m gripping Ken shoulders because too much pleasure . When we finished having sex immediately left Wence condo and start packing my back because I’m going to go out of country.

Silas pointed out. "Konstantin can cry all he wants while we're ripping out his throat," Damian said coldly. "He wanted a challenge? He's getting one. Just not the civilized kind he was expecting." They loaded weapons with efficient, deadly precision. Silver bullets....lethal to werewolves. Wolfsbane grenades....would incapacitate but not kill, useful for crowd control. And traditional blades....because sometimes the old ways were most satisfying. "The children," Marcus said. "We need to make sure they're not caught in the crossfire."