Saw Every Trap Novels & Stories

Locking eyes with him, I mutter, "Let me show you how a real gun works." "N-no!" I pull the trigger and watch as the light in his eyes is instantly snuffed out. "Feeling better?" Lucio asks. I shrug. "A little." Then I grin at him. "It was fun watching the weapon explode in his hand, though. I'll take today as a win." Not bothering the other men, Lucio and I walk out of the warehouse. I climb into the passenger seat of our SUV while Lucio slides behind the steering wheel.

But another two were already standing there blocking my way. My eyes widened as my hands curled into fists. No, no, no! This isn't happening! What should I do now? When I tried to pass them, they pushed me back. "Let me go!" I hissed. They didn't leave then, they knew I was here. They were waiting for me to come out. They set a trap for me and I got stuck in that. One of the guards before me smirked. "We'll. But to the heavens, not anywhere else."

A good sign. It didn't take long for us to begin to see the traps. The first was a simple tripwire that triggered some arrows. We luckily spotted it in time. The second one was a bit tricker, there was a series of false earth that gave way to home with spikes at the bottom. The layout of the traps were familiar yet foreign. It was the work of Magnus. He was clever, I'd give him that, but not clever enough. We successfully evaded them. Then came the third trap which almost cost us a life.

My control was frayed at the edges as pale sparks jittered at my fingertips. I concentrated my inner power on it and soon the lattice took shape. A ring of coiled fire hovered above the pedestal like a sleeping serpent. I tested it with a mote of energy. The trap flexed and tightened like a net then settled when I eased the command. Relief hit me like cold water. My trap was perfect. It wasn’t the monstrosity I’d wanted at first. It was sharper. Practical. Dangerous in the way a scalpel is dangerous, not a rabid beast.

The trap took days to work on. And the person they thought they would be able to take down easily was stronger than them. The day we returned to address the war case, was the day I first started it. I remember sneaking at night while Roman was sleeping to get a picture of this place. I would plan the position of the trap's on the map and go on to set it, testing it at some point to see the success rate.. When a trap passes successfully, I will remove the black pin and put either red, blue or purple to determine the dangerous ones to the least dangerous ones.

The sound of the water provided a gentle cover for her sorrow. As she turned off the faucet, Shanaya wrapped the towel around her frame and faced the mirror. With her palm, she wiped away the fog on the mirror, revealing her reflection. Her swollen, red eyes stood as evidence of her tears, while her red nose and exhausted face showcased the toll her emotions had taken. In that moment, the mirror became a cruel reminder of her misery, reflecting back the pain and anguish she felt deep within.

I asked quickly, my breathing quickening. “I….Yes, I believe so. I’m…” He said uneasily, "I'm not sure." “Damm it! Play it and see! There’s the VCR over there,” I said impatiently. He looked hesitant. “Thomas! You have to trust me! I am your wife! I would not betray you. We are in this together!” I half-shouted and half cajoled. Without another word, Thomas plugged in a tape and turned the VCR up. The images immediately came on the screen. It was all there in the tapes.

It was a painful growl. I looked down at his paw and noticed he was bleeding profusely, a strong iron trap embedded in his right paw. He had just stepped into a trap. Was it there when Sphinx passed? How had Sphinx managed to avoid it? I saw the trap, if that’s what you were thinking. He was just desperate and didn’t watch his step, Sphinx said. I sensed his pride as we watched the alpha struggle with the trap. The traps in the woods were set by wolf hunters—Operation Wipe Out Wolves.

I shook out ten tablets and swallowed them with cold water. Maybe this time, I would sleep a little longer. If I did not wake up, that would be fine too. When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was a white ceiling. The sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose. I moved my hand. An IV needle was taped to the back of it. “You’re awake?” A nurse walked over. “What were you thinking? Why did you take that many sleeping pills at once?” I tried to answer, but my throat was so dry that no sound came out.

"A company is not a family, and a boss is not a parent. Employees and employers have a contractual relationship. Money is part of that contract; perks are icing on the cake. Don't let 'warmth' hijack your interests, and don't let 'thoughtfulness' disguise greed." "And Polly?" One reporter pressed. "Have you forgiven her?" I paused for a moment. "She paid the price," I said. I got into the car. My assistant handed me a tablet. "Mr. Bassett, the stock has risen fifteen percent. The board sent congratulations. Also, look at this." It was the social media trends list. [The Truth Behind the Cherry Trap] [Midea Tech Corporate Espionage] [What Happened to Those Employees Who Wanted Cherries?] [Apol