Satotz Running Novels & Stories

They had destroyed the only home he had left. “Don’t—don’t blame yourself.” Atlas panted, his eyes on the forest ahead. “Finn knew what he was getting himself into.” The only sign I had to tell me how long we were running was the heavy breaths coming from Atlas. My new body took to running extremely well. I wasn’t struggling for breath, just as my legs were not burning with exhaustion. All I was left with was a strange tingling in the very pit of my stomach. This feeling persisted for countless minutes, and only grew stronger.

Satanika looked at the bodies then the hypnotized restaurant staff then wore her slippers and walked out of the restaurant. Immediately Satanika's legs landed outside the building, the hypnosis spell was uplifted and then noises from the restaurant filled Satanika's ears who walked up to a black SUV that Sebastian opened for her. "Lady Satanika, Lord Theo said I should ask if you enjoyed your stay?" Sebastian asked as he drove the car. "It was splendid indeed. Though her blood simply needed less salt to make it less metallic." She responded making Sebastian nod and keep driving. Two down, four more to go. She thought then smiled as Sebastian headed home.

I sigh, wondering if everyone will be this excitable whenever I want to make an announcement. “Settle down everyone!” Grace orders, her smile set into a playful smirk. She is clearly enjoying herself. As the crowd quiets again, I thank her before turning back to face the crowd. “I want to apologize for my behaviour earlier today but I also want to assure you all that killing my father was the right thing to do. As such I want to announce that the Run which is to happen in six months will be canceled.” I begin to explain, seeing confusion and shock amongst the crowd.

"I don't care about your comfort." "I am telling you I am going to make a mistake," I insisted, the blinding glare of the noon sun beating down on the exposed concrete until my vision swam. "Let me just clear fifty random crates from the north dock instead. That will give your runners enough product to move by midnight." "No," Cassius commanded, his gravelly voice dropping an octave as he stepped directly into my path. "You will learn the tactile difference of the water-refined batches today, Obi. You don't leave this grid until you can spot the purity blind."