Point Break Novels & Stories

Didn’t look at him at all. _Silence. Kitchen._ Adrian. At island. Suit jacket off. Tie loose. Head in hands. 88 BPM. “I broke it,” Adrian said. To counter. Not to me. “Clause 3B. 3 PM. ‘Just us.’ All of it. 9 minutes.” “You’re human,” I said. Coffee. Black. Pushed it to him. He didn’t drink. “You messed up. Day 42. You’re allowed.”

I say. "The rotation," he says. "You don't pull. You rotate. It's about the angle of the pressure point, not force." He is reciting this with the focused precision of someone who has repeated it until it is in his bones. "If someone grabs me I don't panic, I rotate and I run. Simple." I look at him, my six-year-old son, explaining grip break mechanics in the backyard at seven in the morning, entirely serious, completely confident. "Good," I say. My voice comes out slightly rougher than intended.

Sector 4. The Retro Zone. 04:15 AM. GAME OVER. The words flashed across the cracked CRT screen in jagged red pixels. Altair stared at the score. PLAYER 1 (NOVA): 1,250,400 PLAYER 2 (PRINCE): 1,250,350 Fifty points. He had lost by fifty points. He let go of the joystick. His hands were cramping. He hadn't focused that intensely since he negotiated the acquisition of the Lunar Mining Consortium.

Then— a sharp electric pulse shot through my ankle. The pain was brutal, agonizing— it felt like my leg was being eaten from the inside. I dropped to one knee with a hiss. “Refusal equals penalty,” the system announced coldly. “Ten points deducted.” “The more penalties you have, the more points you lose. Zero points equals instant death." Just then the massive screen updated instantly: Melissa & Gavin – 90 Points I clenched my jaw. “System kindly continue,” Gavin said calmly, ignoring my pained expression.

I grabbed it and unfolded it. I had to blink back the tears as I saw it. A giant basketball was drawn on it with glitter that was getting all over me, but I didn't care. "Finny, I never for a second doubted you would go number one tonight. I am proud of you and enjoy the night you deserve it. Love, Colt"

"It was too chaotic. I didn't mean it—" "The footage can be slowed down," I cut him off. "Do you want me to replay it now?" He froze. "Lance, you violated the rules by attacking your competitor. Minus 100 points," I said coldly. "Your current score is negative 105." "No!" He finally broke down. "I just want to stay! I don't want to be recycled! I know I was wrong. Master, please give me one more chance…" His voice trembled, and tears streamed down in big, heavy drops. Those falling tears actually crystallized into pearls. Each one was worth a fortune.

Just as he completed the ball hit the pins. He grabbed my arm and lead me to his car while the others simply stared at the ball that had by now gone back. It was a strike. Blake had won from 2 points.

I ask pointing to me and him. He doesn't say anything, he just watches me frowning. "Well don't worry I won't ruin this," I say pointing to me and him again. "Because guess what, it's already ruined." I add and then I run out of his penthouse and back to my apartment and only when I was finally alone I let myself cry.

Wound took his second turn since Jinx lost his and scored a hundred points. Jinx didn't even wait for Wound to say it was his turn. He made a move that knocked one of Wound's pawprints out of play for three turns and moved back away from the board in case Wound would move equally as fast. Wound wasn't as quick to set his next play but the damned board seemed to be waiting on him.

Maybe you should spend more of your effort in bed] “Hey, wait a minute now. He is always satisfied in bed, okay! You just want to criticize me, also where is my portable space? The zombie apocalypse starts in eighteen hours.” [Your portable space is ready, your total points are currently 1,000,000,000. The portable space is 15000, leaving you with a total of 999,985,000. Use it wisely Host. Some items you might need in the future may be very expensive, so be careful how you spend it.] “Why are there so many points?” [I converted all of your scores from all the worlds you did.] “Thank you Daisuke. When are the construction workers coming to change all the windows?”