Scarecrow Cillian Murphy Novels & Stories

“Let’s move to the back. “ I whisper to Alex and he hums, silently following as I lead the way. We take our seats at the far back and I drop the popcorn between us as my eyes move to the screen. “We missed a few minutes, but I bet it’d still be fun. “ I smile as I dip my hand in the popcorn to grab a chunk of it. No more than ten minutes into the movie and the popcorn is scattered around, almost empty in the paper with some on me and Alex. “Why did you choose this one, knowing you can’t handle scary movies?” Alex chuckles as I pull him towards me. “I didn’t know it’d be this scary. “ I murmur, peeking through my fingers and he shakes his head. I watch as the woman goes further into the fores

However, seeing how the elder was so smitten with Stell, Murphy thought that maybe the rumors about him being scary and fearsome might be wrong. ‘Or is it only towards his grandson?’ When the elder turned, his face became dull, as if sulking because of Casper’s sudden interruption with his quality time with Stell. “Honey, control yourself. You’re scaring the little miss” a woman came to the group and gave the elder a little tap on the shoulder. She turned her gaze to Murphy and gave her smile. In that instant, Murphy felt comfortable upon the woman’s arrival. Judging by her aura and how he addressed the elder, Murphy quickly realized who she was.

He played off his concerns with a smile as we walked into the office. Cillian looked nervous as he glanced at Jonathan and me. I’m not sure if he’s worried because Logan was shouting or that we are in the way of his only escape route. He certainly can’t be afraid of Jonathan and me. I may not know Cillian well, but even during the Incubi war, Cillian didn’t seem this unkempt. His dark strawberry-blonde hair looked like he’d been tugging at it. His gray eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he appeared jittery.

I begin conjuring my magic in preparation for the fight. I look over at our new arrivals and assess them. One of the ghouls has a medium frame with a buzz cut . The other one is probably close to six feet, short brown hair, and has a thick red scar running from his cheek to his chin. They scan the crowd and their eyes land on Kieran. “Just the man we’ve been looking for!” Scarface says as they begin strolling towards us. The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled.

Tom could sleep through most noises, but any light woke him, so I couldn’t watch a movie. Somone grabbed my wrist and yanked me down into an empty seat. I barely swallowed my scream when I realized it was Killian. His dark eyes burned into mine, and a shiver ran down my spine. No matter how many times I saw them together or heard Sera talk about him, it was still almost impossible to square the man in front of me, Mano Della Morte, with the Killian everyone else claimed to know. Maybe I should’ve screamed anyway. In the dim light, it was difficult to believe he didn’t mean me harm.

He pulled a small meal planner notepad from his trench coat, and a pen, with which he began scratching. “—he killed Michelle, Tom. He abducted my daughter!” Richard rolled to his knees, wheezing, and the Sallow Man blinked owlishly, his eyes huge beneath their hoods of flesh. Something terrible passed over his battered face and the pad fell from his fingers. He shook his too-large head in horror. “Are you nuts?” came Tommy’s reply. “This is Owen Croom. Don’t you remember him?” “No. Who?” Richard squeezed his eyes shut, forehead to the ground. “Look, no seeds . . . ” he rasped, nearly laughing. “What did you say?”

Her smile was facetious. Cillian laughed as Michael coughed. “That’s why I like you!” He turned to Quinn who was sitting quietly trying not to be noticed. “And this must be Quinn…” Her eyes came up to ones that matched Reese’s. Cillian was a very handsome older man with silver touches to the sides of his black hair, slicked back, perfectly groomed in an impeccable tux. “…I’ve just heard a lot about you, my dear…I’ve never seen my son so animated.”

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

I connected an earpiece and cleared my throat, "On my mark... Rain them with all you got" With the pistol in my hand, I walked through the open gate to see the waiting gangsters who had rifles pointed at me. I was not scared a bit. This isn't the first time I walk into a place and have myself surrounded. "State your purpose...!" One of the men said with a loud voice. They were on masks... A skull mask that appears to be smiling... Whatever Halloween clowns they are. "Perhaps you don't know me, I'm Clancy McCain, King of New York City"

I breathe. "Yeah?" His voice is closer than I expect. "Why...what is this?" "The truth," Lorcan whispers. "This is who we are, Scarlett." Cillian grabs the woman, uncuffing her hands and in a matter of seconds, he's bending her over a different, red cushion and driving into her with a raging hunger. "Mindless beasts. Scared? Riordan doesn't look so prim and proper anymore, does he?"