Romans & histoires Ticci Toby X Eyeless Jack

I was pressed against the cold marble wall, my heart pounding. It’s been what? Three months? Four months? Since I last saw Toby. He looked so much thinner, more tattoos, his once curly brown hair that touched his nape was shaved off. His amber eyes, almost black, like he’d seen hell and back. What exactly happened to him!? “Toby, what are you doing here?” My eyes were wide like I couldn't believe he was in here, still alive.

As I’m attaching the fluid and starting the pump, the white is constricting from the periphery of my sight towards the center, leaving me a narrow tunnel to finish adjusting the drip. “She needs to sit down,” Jack says, almost urgently. It sounds like he’s in a tin can about a hundred yards away. “I’m fine,” I lie, but I can feel myself swaying now. And I’m getting hot. And the tunnel is barely the size of a straw, turning dark now instead of white. The last thing I see is the alpha darting around the exam table towards me. ** Ian

He stomped again, the man sputtered water right before his brain turned to mush. The Alpha with the seared face clicked his pulse gun at Jack, but it didn't work. Jack threw his knife at the man, but the Alpha caught it. Jack ran at him instead, maneuvering his body like a fulcrum and flipped the Alpha backwards on to the metal desk. His body broke as it hit. The Alpha stabbed Jack in the kidney. White hot pain soared up through his spine. Jack jammed his elbow down into the Alpha's throat, cutting off his air supply. The man stared with his hollow eyes at Jack. He knew he was going to die, that Jack was moments away from suffocating him, but his eyes never faltered. The eyes of a killer.

Realization hits - even though Chad's not here, their food is his, which makes it ironic. Troye grabbed a spoonful of the food. "Open your mouth." Ethan did, and the spoon entered into his mouth, and as if it was pushed further, he choked. "Water!" "Oh, my. I am sorry!" said Troye as he panicked and grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen. "Here." "Thank you," said Ethan, "it was delicious, though." Ethan noticed how Troye was looking at him, not on his eyes but his lips. "Is there something wrong with my face?"

Narrators narrative; Tobi looks through the glass in the door and freezes when he see a body covered with white fabric. His jaw hits the ground as his heart explodes. He also did not want to welcome the thought of Ike being dead. He, Dayo, Ayo, Derrick and Ike have been an inseparable force since their university days. When they graduated and became men who have to deal with problems in their personal lives, their level of communication somehow lessened. However, they tried their best to keep the flame of their friendship burning by holding occasional get togethers, game nights, road trips, and what not. But now? just like that, one of them is gone?

How he could see where they were going, she didn’t know. Jack pulled up in front of a huge Victorian house and unhooked her seatbelt. He came around the side of the car before Everly could even open the door. This time, he only took Toby in his arms. Jack carried him up the steps so quickly, it was all a blur. Everly tried to run after him. “Ev!” Alyson came running out with a jacket and wrapped it around her. “Oh, my goodness! Are you okay?” “T-T-Toby!” she said. It was all she could get out.

Nate tried to grab Abhishek’s feet but he kicked him furiously “You ingrate, you bastard I trusted you, we all trusted you as we thought that you were her close friend but you betrayed her, you betrayed all of us…..” Nate crawled again “Sir please… Sir please forgive me, I was wrong, I came in Mr. Mathew and Mr. Raichand’s words. I got blind in greed.” “Forgive you, you think you deserve that!” When Abhishek spoke his eyes were filled with abhorrence and disgust, soon he ordered his other servant “Jack, lock him in the basement, I will question him personally.” Jack nodded his head before dragging Nate who was yelling continuously “No Raichand Sir, please! I’m Raichand Sir’s friend, leave me

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

He pulls back with a cry and gently touches his nose. "No." "You didn't have to break my nose!" whines Jack. "You'll be fine," I say as I roll my eyes. "Why are you so sensitive about me asking that anyway?" asks Jack. "Would you be comfortable if I asked what position you were in when you had your last orgasm with the last target you killed? Or the way she touched your body and how she cried as you broke her open?" I ask. Jack stays quiet. "Didn't think so," I reply.

Two to each head, a total of three monstrous heads. It was almost easier to see an alien from space in your backyard than to get each and every eye of the tyronimimic. After Chief Inspector Eallric Hancey thanks to his well grinded training from the Police College at Seymour Point had done damage to four of its eyes whilst bearing the pain that stabbed him a little above his waist like a thousand needles pricking his skin, the tyronimic stopped moving and started howling. It knew it was only a couple of shots before it was officially blind.