Rumble Fish Rusty James Novels & Stories

James grumbled with his hands on his hips. "Obviously they're from the elite," Jay said, patting his knee before straightening up, "but not corporate rivals." "Wait, what makes you think that?" Jay brought his finger closer to James' nose. Immediately, his friend widened his eyes and brushed him off harshly. James coughed. The lip balm's effect disappeared, and it was completely pale. "Crazy! Damn! Who is that crazy person who used cheap powder to hunt you down?" James scoffed.

Until he, too, finally stills. The sight is gruesome and gory, and my stomach churns as another wave of nausea hits, but I try to fight it back. Now is no time to be weak. There are still two more to deal with. I’m so distracted that I don’t see James coming at me until the last second when he holds the iron close to my face. Oh, hell no.

Then I began moving faster, almost stumbling as I ran toward her. “What’s happening?” I shouted, but no one answered. The waves were dark and violent under the moonlight, and I saw shapes struggling in the water. Two of James’s friends were pulling something heavy, fighting against the current. No. Someone. They were pulling someone. I reached them just as they dragged James onto the sand. His body hit the shore with a dull thud, water spilling from his mouth. His skin was ashy under the harsh glow of a phone’s flashlight.

Luke froze, as if he was afraid any motion would shatter the tenuous connection. "You don't have to say anything," he whispered. "This is enough." She didn't withdraw. --- In town, Rita was having a fight with James, who was a full-fledged dragon on the living room couch, roaring at the top of his lungs. "James Oden, for goodness' sake—if you'd just set that pillow aside and give up on breathing fire during breakfast—" "I am fire!" James bellowed, waving the pillow around like a tail. "I am defender of the star worlds!"

One by one, their bodies fell to the ground until he had consumed all his bullets. *** "I didn't know Ryder could be such a pain in the neck. He risked his life just to try and intimidate me," James lamented as he stepped out of the car near the back gate of his packhouse. "If you ask me, I think he succeeded in scaring you," his beta remarked, watching as James clenched his teeth in pain and tore his shirt.

She gasped and then glanced at James real quick. I see….I see what's going on here. James looked between us, confused at first, then wary. “Mr Larson, we were just…” I don’t let him finish. My fist connects with his face before my brain can catch up with my rage. He stumbles back, crashing into a locker. Raven screams my name.“What is wrong with you?!” she yells, rushing toward James. I scoffed at her little act of concern. James wipes the blood from his mouth and looks up at me with something like disbelief and a little bit of defiance.“ With all due respect, Mr Larson….you can't just punch me out of nowhere! What the fuck did I do?”

he yells out, looking at Russeell menacingly. But somehow, it works. People are cheering for the other guy, and maybe it was ok... It was who they were used to seeing fighting. He was famous. But they have never seen Russell. They've never heard of his name, and they surely will remember it after tonight. Russell somehow manages to squeeze an arm in and gets out of the headlock the guy had him choked on. He manages to flip over, and is now behind the guy, grabbing him by the torso and flips him, slamming his body behind him. The guy goes down with a loud thud, and Russell takes advantage. He begins pounding his fists on him, slamming one fists after another on the guy.

Wolf directed his fierce gaze towards Buggy, who was now fidgeting like a kid about to be lashed. "You did what? Who even let you make my arrangements"? He put his hands under his large polo and pulled out a rifle. He was drained by the miscalculated actions taken by Buggy. He pointed the loaded rifle to James' bruised forehead and his hoarse voice thundered through the walls of the warehouse. "Who the fuck do you work for"? "You", came James's strained response . "Again I ask, James Orlando, from whose table do you feed"? "Yours boss____" James replied, obviously having shielding so much pain.

Carmen felt reassured, knowing James wouldn’t be able to pull a fast one on them with those vigilant eyes on him. Unable to contain his anger, Ronin stomped across the room and landed a hard punch on James’ face. James’ head swung to the left with the impact, spitting out blood before glaring back at Ronin. He wiped the blood from his mouth with a sinister smirk. “Well, well, if it isn’t the righteous Ronin finally showing some backbone.” “People who believe in blindsiding their opponents don’t get to talk about backbone, James,” Ronin spat back, his anger boiling over. “And neither do the ones who screw over their own damn family for their selfish gains.”

James was still speaking when Ragnar abruptly cut him off. "Focus on the road, James. I don't need your theories right now. Find me evidence of who Aloha is working with. I want this evidence to resolve the matter," Ragnar asserted firmly. James knew Ragnar's no-nonsense disposition well. He glanced at Ragnar through the rearview mirror and discreetly took a quick snapshot of his expression. But seeing Ragnar's stern countenance, James kept his mouth shut and continued to drive cautiously.