Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

I say coldly turning my head to look at Burns as he lingered even closer to Charles who once again didn’t seem too fazed in that moment. “Smith.” Was all I said once Burns didn’t go to stop his journey to Charles, where in an instant just like with Lukas, Smith pulled out his own gun and fired it right at Burns hand who still held the gun, immediately, he drops the gun to the floor and cries in pain as the bullet skimmed his hand. “What the fuck?!” He asked dropping to his knees as his hand began to drip with blood, not enough to kill him but certainly, left him a message to listen to me next time.

But no longer this time. She reached for Ethan’s arm. “We can not combat them. We should ” The bald man moved first, lunging at Ethan with surprising speed. Ethan dodged the primary punch, but the 2nd landed rectangular in his ribs. He grunted, stumbling lower back. Jenny’s scream stuck in her throat as the second man grabbed her. “Let me pass!” she shouted, suffering towards his grip. “Enough,” a cold voice stated. The combat stopped instantly. Jenny froze.

The wound closing impossibly fast. Alexei staggers to his feet, clutching his throat. "Incendiary rounds! Now!" Two soldiers switch ammunition. Fire special rounds that explode on impact. The bullets hit Number Seven's back. Fire erupts. Her clothes catch. Skin burns. She screams. Actually screams. My voice filled with agony. The smell of burning flesh fills the factory. "Fire works," Alexei gasps. "Enhanced or not, fire damages cells faster than they can heal." The soldiers keep firing. Each impact creating small explosions. Number Seven tries to move but the fire is spreading. Consuming her.

Duncan Alonso lay motionless beneath the crisp white hospital sheets. And the difference could be seen as the man who was usually a towering, unstoppable force of nature now looked dangerously weak. Heavy white bandages wrapped tightly around his broad chest and thighs, covering the severe chemical burns left behind by the silver-reinforced support beam. Despite the nurses' best efforts to clean his skin, the faint scent of ash, smoke, and burnt metal still clung to his body.

Laying face down in the shallow surf, half-buried in wet sand and surrounded by twisted metal, was a massive figure. “You idiot,” I laughed , tears just streaming down my face as I pressed my mouth to his bruised, soot-covered lips. “You absolute, beautiful idiot.” Dr. Evans and the medics hauled forward with this heavy stretcher, like now, like immediately, and they started treating Dante’s severe burns while also trying to stabilize his shattered armor. Liam let out this massive sigh of relief, watching his Alpha King make it through the impossible again, somehow. But right when Liam stepped back to give the medics a little more space, his boot hit something metallic in the sand. Not a sma

Sarah stood by the window, her silhouette sharp against the orange glow of the perimeter fires. The door hissed open. I didn't need the sensors. The 102 BPM rhythm in my womb began to drum against my pelvis before he even cleared the threshold. Damian Morton stepped in. He looked like he’d crawled out of a furnace. His navy shirt was singed at the cuffs, the fabric stiff with salt and sweat. His right hand was tucked into his pocket, but I saw the tension in his shoulder—the way he carried the weight of the burn I’d given him.

The place soon started to be filled with smoke as everything started to burn . " Listen to me ! You are badly wounded . You can't even get out of here on your own and will end up dying from the heavy smoke . I am not your enemy . I will not do anything to you . Trust me and come . We don't have much time . " said Antonio stretching his hand in front of him . ' Who is this guy ? Why is he being so nice ?........Why.......do I feel like I can trust him ?.... ' thought Damian looking at him in an interrogative way .

It was a jumble of panic and haze. “The baby?” She coughed. Damn, her lungs burned. “Fine. Doc checked you out right away. You’re fine. Baby is still in there, growing and well.” Oh, thank God. Relief doused her, and she melted into the bed. “What”—she coughed—“happened?” “You’re being treated for smoke inhalation. Do you remember Primpton being at Sexy Sirens?” Then it clicked into place. The club. The gun. Hunter lying in a pool of his blood. The councilman threatening to kill her. The fire.

“Alive. For now. He’s in the library. Watching his life’s work turn to carbon. It’s quite moving, actually.” Adrian took a step forward, his hand drifting toward the holster at his small of his back. “You burned your own house once, Harris. Now you're burning mine. Is this your only trick? Pyromania?” Harris laughed, a dry, rattling sound. “I didn't burn my house, Adrian. I pruned it. And I’m not burning yours to destroy it. I’m burning it to see if you’ll burn with it.” “This ends today.” “Oh,” Harris whispered, his eyes gleaming with a manic light. “I certainly hope not. We’re just getting to the good part.”

He quickly gets up, pours fuel on the car, then lights a match. Flames quickly spread through the car and it feels like the old me is being burned to ashes. “Get down,” the new driver orders just as our car takes off. The car is swallowed up by the fire and seconds later, there's a boom as it explodes loudly and illuminates the night. I try to hold in but the tears run down my face. I lean back against the seat and cry. My sobs are coming from my broken heart. The driver looks at me through the rearview, “It was necessary. You'll be a ghost by morning. No body, just evidence.”