Puck Kills Subaru Novels & Stories

Fuck. As soon as I see an opening, I stole the puck at the blue line, weaving through their defense unit like a man possessed. For a second, I think I’ve got it. The net is wide open but my eyes caught Carter standing by the side, an imploring gaze in his eyes. Biting my tongue, I switched the hand of my stick and tapped the puck towards him. His eyes widened in confusion and he began skating forward, hustling for the puck. As I watched him in that millisecond, I tried to rationalize my action.

“Callahan! Quit showboating and run the power play again!” Knox laughed—actually laughed—and flicked the puck to a teammate so smoothly it looked choreographed. Then, because the universe clearly hated me, the puck took a weird bounce off the boards and rocketed straight toward the bleachers. Straight toward me. I had half a second to think, This is how I die, before it smacked the metal seat next to me with a sound like a gunshot. I yelped, jumped up, and promptly slipped on a rogue chunk of ice that had somehow migrated onto the floor. My arms windmilled. My dignity took a nosedive.

ALEX It’s been five years since I left the Ragriz pack and my hometown altogether, that’s about long enough to forget the shame that had led to my decision to leave everything behind. But the sound of my knee popping will forever haunt me. One second I was spinning past the defense. The next, a solid wall of muscle named Reid Maddox rammed me so hard into the boards, the lights flickered. I remember the silence in the rink being louder than the impact. And after that, the whispers started.

Zak dumped three into a charger’s chest; it stumbled, then got back up. “WHERE ARE WE GOING?” Zak bellowed over gunfire. Jake saw it—an electric-blue Subaru W.R.X., mostly intact, wedged between two fire-gutted SUVs. “This way!” He hit the door. Locked. He smashed the window with the YK8’s butt. Glass burst. In, blade to the column, twist. The engine coughed—caught—roared. Zak stared as locks popped. “What the hell?” Tara dove into the back. Zak slid shotgun. “Where’d you learn that?”

He looks almost satisfied, like he had been waiting for exactly this, like he had known that one sentence in the right voice at the right moment would finally break something I had spent years keeping intact. The third period was a funeral for my season. Ronan scored twice. The second goal came from a play I should have read, a pass I should have intercepted, a moment where my injured shoulder slowed my reach by a quarter of a second and that quarter of a second was everything. The puck hit the back of the net and the arena erupted and somewhere in that explosion of noise I felt my stick snap in my hands. I stared at the two halves of it like they had something to tell me.

Well, let's see how they face tomorrow I head straight to the VENOMS private locker. The cameras aren't working except one but what will be done to me? My face is unseen and I've their keys copied three days before starting school. I open the lockers with ease. Bring out their gloves and I tear it into pieces with a Scissors. Same with their extras and special puck they use for important games. Looking at the mess, I stuff their locker with a string ball made to hit the moment the locker gets opened.

I ignored all the noise, heading toward the goal until one of the opposing players crashed into me, knocking me off balance. “Fuck,” I cursed, a jolt of pain running through my body. It lasted only for a moment. I was back on my feet, but the chaos continued as my teammates confronted the other player. And while they were still at it, my eyes caught something in the stands. Not something… Grant. I pulled my gaze away just as the whistle blew. Reid passed the puck to me. “Seal this, Cap!” he shouted. I wanted to. I had the perfect opening, all I needed to do was shoot.

This way, she couldn’t delete it even if she wanted to. Next, the sound of crackling and smashing resonated endlessly. The brand-new Maserati was smashed into a pile of scrap steel very quickly. Marcus shuddered. He knew that he had made a big mistake this time, so he wrapped his arms around Albert’s leg and pleaded, “Uncle Rhodes, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please!” “Forgive your head!” Albert kicked him hard on his chest. He turned to Charlie and asked, “Master Wade, how do you want me to deal with them?”

The man who ordered us to put our hands up fired at our tires and we could feel them collapse. "THIS WASN'T THE DEAL!!! Where's my daughter?" 'Dad screamed out the window at him. "Let us leave and she'll be returned to you." the masked man who I could tell was Puck replied. Puck ran to the vehicle and they peeled away. I looked around to see shock and disbelief in the others faces. My dad was running his hands through his hair and his face was livid. Stone was enraged and pulled out his phone to call for a new vehicle, backup and for tech to start searching through the cameras in the area. I already knew that they wouldn't find anything. We had hacked the all yesterday.

Zuck yelled at me and he suddenly turned on the engine and starts driving the car, my eyes widened as I slowly lift my face to look at our situation, I could see a lot of bullets buried in the windshield. "Yes shit, Ashton! This car is a fucking bulletproof but we'll gonna die soon if you keep on hiding in there." Zuck said and he didn't even bother to hide the annoyance in his voice, I swallowed my saliva as Zuck drive the car at full speed while Drew was still firing the gun, I couldn't help but feel nervous because it looks like a few more bullets hit the windshield and it will be completely shattered. When our car got close to Drew's place, his face slowly gets confused when he noticed t