Pinhead Novels & Stories

Paul was still dangerous, even when you had him down. Amy didn’t understand that she was dealing with a trans-man who trained his body to accept all kinds of extreme pain. He could endure pain just as well as he could deliver it. Amy found out how good Paul could deliver pain when she struggled to stand and felt a sharp stabbing pain in her side. Amy’s thoughts were racing while she was still on the ground, struggling to get up. She panicked when she could hear Paul’s smooth footsteps getting closer. Amy tried to punch Paul in the face, but the hitman shifted his head to one side, dodging her fist. Using his lightning reflexes, he grabbed Amy’s fist, and he twisted her hand in a devastating

roar, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. He must’ve emptied the clip. Jon ventured inside. The stink of gunpowder was thick. They were gone, all gone. Michael’s older brother was sitting hunched over in the front of the TV, a Road Runner cartoon playing on the screen. A hole the size of a human fist had been punctured into the back of his head. What was left of his brains dripped onto a pinhole ridden shirt.

This was the first time in sixteen years that Oliver managed to hit him. The adrenaline ran through his body like an electric charge allowing him to forget the pain and tiredness for a few minutes. Taking the baton, he began to deliver blows: first on the injured leg; hearing a scream from him, he avoided his fist, hitting his forehead with the rod making it hit the concrete ground.

’ I mutter it defeated, knowing he’s right—one last sniff, one last deep breath. ‘Good … I’m not built for them. And you seem to have more than most.’ He laughs at that, a soft, gentle almost nothing laugh, and puts the last band-aid on my stupid wounds. I shouldn’t be worried. He’s Alexi Carrero … Kingpin of New York and this is his domain. I’m a fool to have ever thought he didn’t have this in the bag. He’s a cocky, arrogant, self-loving arsehole for a reason.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

My body was pushed to its limit time and time again, but I didn't quit. When they thought I was ready, they made me go up on that old ring and face off with one of the big ones, Big Tim, he was a menace. Savagely beat on guys, with no mercy. Needless to say... I lost badly to him, almost took me two weeks to open my eyes.

40 - The Second Pest is No Longer a Pest Because He is Badass One died, but there was a newcomer, and thus, there were again two pests left. The harmless-looking pincushion in the shape of a little human girl sighed woefully. One by one, she plucked off the poisoned needles from her small body. As soon as she pulled out a needle, the wound emitted cold qi before it immediately closed up. It looked like a miracle! In fact, the sight was indeed miraculous!

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

Nate's eyes moved from each one to the other, the first one was quite old, he had a huge brown cigar hanging from his lips, he wore a grey colored suit, he had white beard, and a semi white bald head. The next person Nate's eyes fell on was younger but not too young than the first man, he was wearing a black suit, he had a much more prominent pot belly than the first man, and when Nate's eyes raked through his body and stopped at his hands, he almost choked. The man was missing a finger, his pinky finger on his left hand was replaced by a silver mock pinky finger, he swallowed and looked away quickly from the man. His eyes landed on the third guy and this one was much younger, more like Spad

He turned his head towards the pin, his finger reached out for it nonchalantly. While he looked away, l got the chance to gaze at his face. His jawbone was satisfyingly sharp. That's what I looked at it before I lowered my eyes. I didn't want him to catch me checking him out. He held the pin in his hand. I thought he was going to put it in the drawer but his hand suddenly started to reach out for me.