FOREWORD: It is to my immense displeasure to report the disappearance of most of Stalker squad and their commanding officer, Senior Sergeant Zur of our special operations division. All contact was lost with Stalker squad after Specter emerged from the tunnels, and due to the sheer size of the tunnel network adjacent to the bunker under the compound, not to mention the strange occurrences that took place there, I had no choice but to order the squad’s evacuation.
"Command?" Desiree repeated the word with a bit of concern, "Will I be able to wake up on my own, or will I be stuck that way until you wake me?" she asked fear of being trapped in her own mind and possible nightmares echoed through her thoughts. Desiree didn't think she could handle being trapped there all alone.
Perceval was not willing to share the gorier details of battle with Joan, as he didn’t want to burden her with the often grotesque and horrifying images associated with combat. It was difficult enough for him to contend with such visions.
Imagine it is 1971 and you are on a flight from Portland to Seattle. You take your seat and get ready for your flight. You see an ominous man and you have your suspicions, but you think nothing of it. Later in the flight, you see him talking to the stewardess and see him slip her a note. He then shows her what is in his suitcase and asks her to sit with him. You start to get a bad feeling that something is not right. The man then seems to request something as the stewardess gets up to go to the cockpit. She appears to be anxious as she returns. After about twenty minutes your flight lands in Seattle and you have an eerie feeling that something suspicious has gone down (Gray, 2007). What you just witnessed was the infamous D.B. Cooper hijacking
“Soldier 720, JUMP,” the worker announced. I looked down and watched 720 as he gracefully jumped , almost in a rush. I noticed he started shooting later than he should have. He wasn’t shaking or nervous at all. It was like watching him fall into the arms of death. Somehow, it calmed me down seeing him leave so easily. I could go that way too, no one would know what happened.
"Alex..." Maybe it was the tone, or the intensive of the being’s gaze as he spoke, but in the next moment, a rush of overwhelming anger seemed to pour from the one called Alex. “You told me to fight my own battles, but I was a child, Michael. I didn’t want
She still seem to go under Isaiah who was going to be in charge of the Empire because he is First Born Male to the Head of it all Terrance. She envied him but loved him none the less, she just wished Amelia didn’t die, he was going to reside
Ichika’s sister was always worried about her brother. Chifuyu came to him and said “Ichika, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Ichika then said “I don’t think so, but I found a file with your name on it, with the letters V.S.S.E, so what aren’t you telling me?” Chifuyu sat down next to her little brother and began to talk with him, “Ok Ichika, but you’re not going to believe me.” Ichika then sat next to her “Try me, I’m still a very good listener.” He said. Chifuyu then began to tell her story, “Before I came to pilot an IS, I was once an agent of an elite international intelligence agency, the V.S.S.E, which was short for Vital Situation Swift Elimination. The agency was involved in eliminating any terrorist threat to the security of the world. I was a part of the Field Operations Unit which was comprised of the best agents in the world. After I left the agency, I left most of the shares to you. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you Ichika. You weren’t ready for the truth.” Ichika was shocked about what he heard. “Well, now you’ve told me.” , he said. “And now I want to get back at Phantom Task for what they did.” Chifuyu was shocked at those words, “Ichika, that’s crazy, you aren’t even prepared and equipped to face this organization. You’ll die from facing them.” Ichika shrugged those words off and said, “Then I’ll die trying. Where do I find V.S.S.E Headquarters, because I’m done playing the part of a
“JoJo,” “I’m so terribly sorry, (y/n). Please, please forgive me,” “JoJo, is something wrong?” You knelt behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and submitting to the urge to kiss his cheek. He seemed stiff and uncomfortable. “You… You should be mad at me. I wasn’t able to control myself.” “JoJo,” you whispered
(10 years earlier) During the middle of the night at the Ernesto familia lab, there was a loud explosion. A teenage girl around the age of thirteen, followed by multiply kids walked out of the smoke. She turned towards the kids and kneeled beside one of them. “Okay, you guys wait here until the police shows up. They should be here in the next few minutes.” She smiled at them before turning and running into the woods. One she was a few feets away, she stopped and took out her phone. “The missions was completed, Boss.” “Excellent job. The money has been transferred into your account. See you in a few days. “Wait, Boss. I quit.” She hanged up the phone before he could say anything and smiled. I’m finally free.
Greg sat up in bed and peered out of His window looking at the dull, dead and dry city that used to be New York. He loved the mornings, every one in is family was happy, his Mum would smile as she made the beds, his dad would sing as he lifted his ten year old sister, Lizzy, high in the air and then there was Penny, she was two and Greg adored her and it broke his heart when her health started to deteriorate one year ago, he couldn't do anything but she is strong for her age and although the circumstances even she can giggle when she wakes up to this cruel world. But in a few hours like every other day the happiness would fade away when the real world
Sienna spent a thousand years being tortured for her angel powers by an evil Nephilim. When Sienna is finally freed, she is so weak she wishes only for death.
Bilbo let out a deep breath, relieved to have the blade away from his neck. “Thank you, really. I feel any other Elf would have snatched me away like my friends..” he huffed, his eyes flickering down to his ring once more… ‘If only I could grab it… I could get away easily then…’ he thought, before he forced his attention back up at her. “Yes, I saw from the trees. I’m, uh… Very light on my feet, probably how I managed to sneak up on you.” he chuckled lightly, not wishing to telling her about what the ring could do, worried that she would try and take it for herself. “Our leader isn’t overly fond of Elves, so I do wonder how this will go…” he added, biting his lip.
They tried to cheer up by eating the hearty stew but still went home with a sense of dread. Surina felt drained and exhausted by the morning’s events. Nevertheless, she was glad to meet with the council members and explore every option available to halt the distribution of the Stinguard viral vector. Moreover, at least someone else now shared the grim knowledge that she had carried by herself for so long all the way from Earth. The cloudless sky outside was resplendent with the three suns shining their benevolent rays on that peaceful, restful Sunday. The laughter of the toddlers riding on the carousel filled Seneca Square. On the playground swings, jubilant children urged their parents to push them higher. Under the shade of the gazebo,
Dianne Lam 1328 words 9100 St. Charles Rock Road St. Louis, MO 63114 (314) 493-6100 email@example.com Hostage: Part 1 by Dianne Lam It’s 11:15 P.M. on a humid, Thursday night. My group of friends are sitting in my basement, brainstorming on what to do to pass time. As everyone is rambling on, I glance over at Don, who’s isolated himself outside the circle to scroll along his phone. We begin yelling at each other and getting furious with the emptiness coming to our minds; then Don looks up and whispers, “What about Hostage?” We all glance around at each other, seeing if someone could explain what just happened.