Train Destruction Oblivion の小説・ストーリー

I got up on instinct and started running again. Ezra called out my name and was soon following me. I thought he wouldn't be able to reach me, but before I knew it he was right behind me. The car was getting closer and closer and I had to get to the road before it passed. I couldn't breathe how fast I was running. The driver appeared to be driving distracted because he did not slow down and had every intention of continuing on his way. I hit the road with just a few seconds' head start, but I didn't stop running because Ezra wanted to stab me with the knife. The car was right in front of me and I had to pull to the side at the last moment to avoid it going over me, the next thing I heard was

I got up my seat picked up my bag and reluctantly made my way out once again checking her empty seat out. I and Jes were seated in our seats. Jes was doing something on her phone and I was driving us home but however my mind was still stuck at Amara.. Her crying face printed in my brain haunting me every second but what scared me most was Troy. He could be close to her and make her smile while I was the one hurting her every single time. I hated it.. I hated the distance between us.. but why? why do I even care.

And tonight, one of them wouldn’t leave this warehouse alive. He smiled grimly. “Let the bastard come.” --- Evan drove in silence. No music. No radio. Just the thrum of the engine beneath his hands and the storm building in his chest. The tracker on Adrian’s phone had been disabled, but Evan had redundancies. A signal piggybacked through Adrian’s smartwatch, faint but traceable. It led him across the city, through abandoned industrial streets, until he saw it: a lone warehouse, lights burning faintly through dirty windows.

“You think you're some legend, Lancaster? Let's see if you'd still be standing when I take you down. One race. You lose, you disappear from the circuit.” He challenged. Why are you so desperate to take me out? Do I make you feel that insecure?” His ears turned red, his jaw clenched. “You wish,” he spat. “One race.” I titled my head. Calm. “And if you lose?” Draven snarled, and responded confidently. “I won't.” My lips curled. “You better pray you're right.” —- Thirty minutes later—-- The lights flashed red— then green. I launched forward. So was he.

"You're shocked right? I told you that you would pay for everything you did to me. I have decided to take my revenge in my own way, and that is by doing this." "Are you crazy, Julie? By destroying everything we've worked for over the years? By putting inncoent people in danger? Is that how you want to do it? That doesn't make sense, Julie. Just take a look at what you have done." I looked beside her and the other rogues towards the land where things are burning and no one was there anymore. The whole place was in shambles, but the only good thing was that no one appeared to be dead.

Randall asked, holding him but he slammed his hand down. “Fuck! Fuck!” Cursing, tears glistening in his eyes, feeling utterly powerless. Hating himself for not using his cognition before. “Tristan, please don’t scare us. Tell us what the hell is happening.” Ruth called, worried to find Tristan broke like this. Sniffling, he looked back at Katastrofi, wiping his eyes, explaining with trembling lips. “Before us is… Katastrofi the Destroyer... Our one young mistake brought him to this world. I told you guys to not go there! I told you it’s dangerous. We are doomed now!” He yelled at them with a tear rolling down.

Matteo explained, pressing play. The grainy, black-and-white video showed a line of armored black SUVs speeding through a torrential downpour on a deserted stretch of highway. Then—a blinding flash of light consumed the screen. An improvised explosive device detonated, overturning the lead vehicles in a spectacular shower of debris. Heavy gunfire erupted from the tree line, and thick, black smoke quickly swallowed the entire frame. Suddenly, Matteo tapped the screen, freezing the chaotic footage. He pinched the display, zoom-magnifying a highly distorted shadow near the rear window of the burning secondary transport.

Julian roared, his voice a dominant, predatory command that echoed through the courtyard as he caught Vivian’s staggering frame, scooping her small body completely up into his arms and pivoting back toward the opening. ​The tracked transport sled surged through the widening gap, its rubber tracks screaming against the pristine, dry titanium floor plates of the hub’s staging bay. ​But as the heavy blast doors began their automated closing sequence to seal the wasteland out, a sudden, high-velocity kinetic impact shattered the quiet. ​BANG. ​A heavy, military-grade anti-materiel round tore through the narrowing gap from the ridge above, striking the concrete door frame just inches from Julian’

he rasped, the violet light returning to his eyes—not because of the Sovereign, but because of the raw, human obsession that fueled him. "I'm your fool," I said, catching him as he stumbled toward me. We leaned on each other, a broken Architect and a shattered Shield, as the base began to shake. The "Purge" wasn't just a fire; it was a series of atmospheric implosions designed to collapse the tunnels into the mountain. "The hangar," Nevan said, coughing up blood. "There's a... a courier craft. Old school. No link. Just engines."

The lead truck crashed back down onto its side as Dante's grip finally failed, the massive iron axle snapping in half with a sound that echoed across the waterfront like a thunderclap. The soldier in the turret was thrown from his seat, his helmet cracking against the concrete, the solid Obsidian-Violet light in his eyes flickering twice before turning a dull, human brown. He looked around the smoking courtyard with a sudden, terrified confusion, the dead woman’s neural link severed by the physical destruction of the vehicle’s satellite array. "Retreat!" a voice screamed from the rear of the convoy. "The ridge is giving way! The whole sector is sliding into the water!"