The Hitting Zone Novels & Stories

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

Hezi was right the more he thought about it. The hammer’s width was almost double that of X. However nothing could prepare him for what would happen next. As the hammer was coming down over X, he jumped up! As X jumped up he moved the translucent blade to the center of the hammer’s giant head. As X centered the blade, he used his left hand to brace the spine as he used all his might to push it up. Between the two forces, the collision instantly released a big shockwave. Both X and Hezi were knocked backwards. As both men landed on their feet each one was surprised. THUD! THUD! Hezi’s hammer had been split cleanly into two halves!

He hit the floor in the Dead Zone, landing directly on top of the first corpse. I was down before he could find his breath, my knee driving into his sternum with the force of a hydraulic press. The ceramic plate cracked. Air left his lungs in a pathetic, wet wheeze. I didn't look at his face. I didn't care about his blue synthetic eyes or the Director’s orders he was following. I just watched the silver threads on my hands pulse in time with my breathing. 3-2-1. I drove my palm into his helmet's visor. The reinforced glass shattered, and the silver-violet static jumped from my skin into his neural interface. He buckled once, his body arching as his brain cooked.

“You’re asking for The Zone?” “Yes.” Dorian’s tone dropped, colder now. “You know what that means.” “I know exactly what it means,” Lanvin said. The Zone wasn't a child's play. It was something dangerous and deadly. It is a place in the game where players lose themselves to speed, strength, violence. No rules. No mercy. You crushed bones if you had to. You kept going until one couldn’t stand anymore. And players were advised to indulge in it except professionals. “You could die,” Dorian spat out, even though he was happy he had brought the idea. It'll be his opportunity to deal with Lanvin in the most brutal way ever..

“Argh!” It was Zayn who launched his attack. No one saw how Zayn made his move, but it seemed to happen all in a flash. It was obvious that Axton’s slap was about to land on Zayn’s chest, but soon afterward, Zayn began to play his cards to strike after the enemy had struck. His fist collided into Axton’s palm and fractured it like it was a brittle dead branch. Then, he delivered a heavy punch to Axton’s chest. The blow was so strong that it landed on Axton’s chest without any resistance, instantly sinking a gaping hole through Axton’s chest. The crater in Axton’s chest could only be spotted in a quick glance as his body that was close to 100 kilograms was blasted away by the impact.

They all watched as the video began to play. Leesa leaned in closer as the action neared the end. She watched the girl pull her bat back and then stride forward just like she was stepping into a pitch. The bat sped through the hitting zone and smacked the kneeling zombie in the head as if it was a ball sitting on a batting tee. The creature’s head snapped off at the neck and shot forward like a line drive to center field—the ‘zombie home run’ of the title. The rest of the body remained motionless for a several moments before toppling slowly to the ground. The girl picked up the little boy and hugged him tightly to her chest as the video faded to black.

she stomps her foot on the hardwood floor. The clock counts down and as she lunges and my hand hits something hard underneath the bed, it's the sole of a shoe! I grab it and take a shot at Elizabeth's head, hitting her dead between the eyes. The shoe bounces off, landing on the floor as Hush barks nonstop like our own theme music. "You bitch," Elizabeth lunges and I put my arms up trying to block her blow, but it never comes.

The entire arena erupts into madness as the buzzer goes off at the same time the puck hits the back of the net. Just as I throw my arms up in celebration, I’m hit from behind. My entire body is thrown backward as another body barrels through my knees, taking my legs out from under me. As my body falls to the ice, Khaos is there, using his body to propel me down harder, making sure this is more than just a hockey hit. My head hits the ice first. The impact is so strong that my vision blurs. I know I’m going to black out. I feel it coming.

One where all I saw was the basket behind me, the ball ahead of me, and the resistance next to me. Then, it speared through. An inbound ball arrowing from the distance and headed in my direction. I felt it again. That tightening next to me. The coiling of muscles. The heat of intent. The ball rested in my palms and my body moved to the hymn of habit. A leap. A swivel. A turn. A dunk! Net! But just before I landed, I heard him tighten again. Intent. Malice. Zane's elbow smashed into my ribs, shoving me off balance.

Thankfully, their weight were just right– not too heavy or too light– perfect. “You each get four hits only.” Our target guide emphasized. “Points will be awarded based on how close your hit is to the bull’s-eye of the target and complete ten points will go to whoever does hit the bull’s-eye direct.” Now this was more my speed. Drea went first, only hitting the bull’s-eye directly once but coming pretty close. “Drea Haldane, twenty-five points!” Called the announcer. Not bad, but not great either. “Ted Ross gets twenty-one!”