Toby Ticci Novels & Stories

I waited. A few minutes passed and he was back to normal after splashing water on him occasionally. “You’re breathing again?” I asked, and he sensed the pity in my voice because he nodded. Wrong move. “Put him back in the glass,” I commanded, grinning sinisterly. “Please… no… not again, please!” He screamed as they dragged him back into the glass. “Just kill me already!” He muttered as the glass door shut. To avoid all the gore details, Alicio survived after the third round which was quite surprising. He wasn't weak anyways and I was getting bored.

Domenico asked pulling Vincent from his thoughts. “Rebecca is my best friend so, I’m helping and Don’t forget that I was trained like the rest of you,” Tobin answers squaring his shoulders. He was not trained exactly like the others were. He had been trained. He could fight if he really had to and he knew how to fire a gun. He was really good at shooting actually. But, never the less, his job in the family didn’t require him to be able to defend himself everyday so, training was much more limited than the others.

Straightening her shoulders, she passed him a polite smile and responded, “Yes, I am Colleen. Who's asking?" He chuckled, noticing how defensive she immediately became. “Hol’ up. I’m not here to nobble you. You might want to ease on me a little.” He extended his arms. “My name is Tobias. Tobias McGrith. But you can call me Toby. Frankly speaking, do call me Toby. I have got a history of only hearing my full name called out when I commit a crime.” Colleen laughed, feeling at ease as she put her hand in his. “I am a participant of DESC and, by all indications, we are going to be project partners.”

Toby POV. I didn't like snitching on Miles, but he hurt me for real, it's not my fault is Nathalie wants kids. I don't want any, well and daddy never talked about it, it's rare for cgl to have kids. Kittens are something else, we go to heat but we don't get pregnant, when I hit twenty one, I'll get out of my headspace and do dirty things. I don't think about those, I know, well big Toby knows that he'll only go through those things once every year. But it's nothing for little Toby to care about, I'm always in my little space and I'm happy like that.

It didn’t fight the cliffside; it grew out of it, a transparent lung breathing in the salt air. I ran my hand along the railing—smooth, cool steel. There were no hidden compartments here. No biometric scanners disguised as brass plates. Everything was visible. Everything was open. “You’re doing that thing again,” a voice said from the doorway. I turned and smiled. Toby was leaning against the frame, a mug of coffee in each hand. He was broader now, his skin bronzed by years of working as a lead instructor at the coastal conservancy he’d helped found. The frantic, jagged energy of the boy who had climbed a mountain with a hunting knife had settled into a deep, quiet strength.

"I know all about you, Toby. He told me everything, right up to the day he came home to visit and our children were dead. The heating system had malfunctioned... they died of carbon monoxide poisoning. After that, he told me that he had lost heart. He was needed at Central Control too badly, and he felt like he'd failed me. He resented my infertility already, losing the kids was just one trauma too many. He went back... I saw him only one more time, when he came to do whatever it was he was sent to do, he never told me what that was. Then, he vanished." I dropped my head. "If you know everything... then you probably hate me, and you have every right. I killed your children." "No." I looked a

Toby knew that if I died or got seriously hurt on his watch, Stone would personally put a bullet through his head. "Shit... shit!" Toby cursed frantically, the sound of his keys jingling loudly as he struggled to find the right one. "Hold on, don't move! I’m opening the door, but don't you try anything, civilian!" The heavy brass lock turned with a sharp, mechanical click. The door swung open, and Toby stepped into the room, his eyes scanning the floor quickly, looking for the blood I had promised. He was a tall, lanky kid wearing a dirty denim cut, his hand resting nervously on his own hip.

I never thought too much about it since I was always busy and wouldn't be able to come either way. Mel got along with Toby and my friends soon enough. We went to play in the arcade and watched a movie afterwards. It turns out Toby and his friends were actually a fan of Niche Syndrome so we had a lot to talk about. We even went to the karaoke and sang a few of their songs. One of our friends was a huge fan of Linkin Park and we were rockin and rollin even just after a few drinks. "Toby, can you give me one of that." I said pointing to the alcohol he's holding. 'Crawling' was playing in the background so I had to scoot over for him to hear me.

“Sorry. No offense. You don’t look seventeen and eighteen is all I meant by that. Which is a good thing. You don’t have to suffer the cons of old age so soon. Me? I’m debating whether to ask Toby to convert me into a robot or not. Everyone thinks they would want immortality until they’re actually faced with the choice.” Did he just say…? This time, Beau did stop, his legs stilling just before the entrance. “Hold up. Toby? As in…” Garrett nodded enthusiastically, his spikes flopping a bit. “Tobias Irons. Yup! Biggest name around and my best friend. You could say I’m pretty famous myself.” The lycan never considered himself to be lucky, especially when he was younger, a time when he was desper

I started, reaching out for him. "I can shunt it!" Toby interrupted, his voice pitching into a frantic, desperate cadence. He began to pace, vibrating with raw panic. "I'm a moving circuit, Mom! I can run the charge out of your chest. I can pull the crystallization out of your myocardium and run it into the volcano! I just need to match your frequency" "Toby, stop!" I commanded, my voice snapping through his panic with the practiced, uncompromising authority of a trauma surgeon.