Scott Pilgrim Door Novels & Stories

The sharp Prada heel sent pain shooting straight to my core. "Think this is a game? This is mafia territory. The flowers in the backyard are fertilized with the blood and flesh of dead men!" "Is that the best you've got?" I smiled without flinching. "What?" She seemed unsure she'd heard me correctly. "I said the future Madre of the Pushkin family is pretty pathetic." I wrenched Marco's pinky back until it snapped. He screamed and released me. As I got to my feet, he swung at me.

I followed Claire down the central corridor, past a glass-walled conference room where three people sat around a table covered in documents, past a row of closed doors with no nameplates, past a wall of windows that looked out over the city at an angle that made everything below look small and very far away. I had read about this building. I had studied this man's professional history across fourteen pages of notes written at two in the morning. But walking through the space where he actually operated was different. Everything up here had been chosen. Every surface, every place, every degree of silence. At the end of the corridor Claire stopped in front of a door that looked identical to eve

As he stands in front of the doors, the sound of distant screeches grows closer, prompting him to place both hands flat against the surface of the doors. ( Surge ) As he touches the door, energy flows through his palms, causing the carved designs along the doors to illuminate simultaneously. The frame of the door shows signs of strain, with cracks widening, the movement of something that had not opened in a very long time, and it is finally choosing to open. As he stepped through the doorway, the doors closed firmly behind him, sealing off any sound from the outside. ( Confirm )

I presented myself without warning to the doorman. “Uh, yes, sir, uh,” the doorman, a gamma, told me. “It’s fine for you call up,” I said with a smile. She did, and soon I was going up the elevator to Scott’s penthouse apartment. It was difficult to deal with just how much I didn’t want to be voluntarily walking into Scott’s space. I reminded myself of my daughters’ safety, of how much I cared for Sarah, of how much I owed to the pack. Nothing really helped.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Forty thugs answered together. They strode over to Kaze, trying to grab him. The intimidating scene frightened Sky and made his legs weak. Screech! A loud metallic screech resounded all of a sudden and it came from behind the forty thugs. All of them turned around and saw something shocking. A three-meter door was hurled at them! The screech was because the edges of the door scratched the frame of the entrance. It even spun around in the air, releasing a heavy whir.

When the door finally opened, Fred’s tall frame filled the doorway, his piercing blue eyes scanning the pair with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “What’s this? A family reunion?” He sneered, his lips curling into a grin. Jerry ignored the jab, his voice steady. “Fred, we need your help. Please, let us in.” Fred’s eyes lingered on Laura, his gaze making her skin crawl. He took a step back, smirking. “Fine. Come on in.” Fred’s room was a stark contrast to the tension in the air. The minimalist decor, clean lines, and muted colors gave it an unsettling calmness. Laura had fixed herself up against the door, arms wrapped around herself and standing as though to brace herself against the fac

I stopped a few feet from the door and spoke loud enough for those inside to hear. “Let me sound a note of warning before I enter. No matter how much faith you have in your fighting skills, none of you will be able walk out of here alive without my order. I’m not saying this because I’m afraid of what’s behind this door… I’m saying it because I sincerely don’t want bloodshed today.” Silence answered. I gave them a heartbeat. Maybe two. Then I stepped aside, my voice flat. “Scott. Break it.” Scott didn’t hesitate. One solid kick near the handle, and the door splintered open with a crash.

"Rightly so agent, but I believe that something else is happening. Since you've been here, I took the liberty of slicing into the bases systems on my own. The armory door is double locked and I don't think the soldiers want to open it." Carmen smiled at the tenacity of her AI. She never let her down, even when she was being held captive Amelia was still at work doing something. "I guess we'll just have to go out and meet them." Amelia gasped slowly in her ear. "If I may suggest a violent exit from this room agent. It would be terrible if you just openly tried all ten of them."

The double-door is actually just a revolving door, leading nowhere but back inside the arena, which was kind of peculiar. “Is this your own version of strolling around, Zayden? Literally around the same spot.” Andrik sarcastically remarked. “Don’t get smart with me, Andrik. I still feel like drowning you because of what you did during that water game.” Zayden threatened as he leaned on the wall far next to the double door. “I’d be pleased to see you try.” Andrik responded and leaned on the wall next to Zayden but with enough distance.