Essay

This time 'A' turns the edge of the karambit inward towards the attackers arm and presses down, cutting into the flesh.

He didn’t suffer long and his tongue had been cut, although I don’t remember seeing that at the crime scene. Apparently the weapon of choice was a Bowie knife. The coroner makes a personal note, ‘After examining the wound and weapon of choice, I recalled that the way in which the murder killed the victim made me think of those units during the Great War, who would charge the enemy’s trenches and would fight hand to hand, killing as they met an enemy. Cutting the jugular and carotid in one slice requires a knowledge of basic human anatomy, a knowledge that might have been provided to select mobile units in order to reduce

“I told you that this was a dumb idea. She doesn’t know what in the world she’s talking about. She probably snuffed some LSD and is wacked out of her mind. Who just tell someone straight to their face that they’re going to die? She’s so full of sh-” Suddenly a medium sized ball whizzed by Daphne’s head. It hit Theo in the back of the head. Theo went down like a bag of sand and dropped with a heavy thud. Thick red blood flowed from the back of his skull and he’s eyes stared blankly in front of him. Daphne screamed in sheer horror and the rest of the carnival patrons turned to see why. Panic ensued as the crowd tried to rush away. Daphne bent down onto her knees and cradled the bleeding Theo. In the middle of the chaos no one noticed when Calypso stepped out of her extravagant tent. Her eyes

One of the guards shut the door and walked away from the green pod and into the control room. Sam stared him deep in the eye and said, "Look at me when you kill me, it would be rude not to." The killer let a deranged smile, but it faded when he saw a pale man with a blank face and a black suit staring down at him. Then the gas filled the chamber, only he didn't feel like he was dying, but in grievous pain. His head felt like it was going to burst, his hands were sore and his back felt like it was being broken. When the gas stopped, he broke the bounds on the chair and thought, "I was never that strong!"  When he walked out he realized his hands had claws, "What the heck?"  Sam looked into the glass of the chamber and saw his teeth looked more like railroad spikes. His eyes were black, except for glowing yellow circles. Then he heard a voice, "You are lucky to be alive, not many survived the transformation..." He turned to see the man with the blank face, Sam said in a colder voice, "What did you do to me!?" The being replied, "I made you better...Sam Koren." He said nervously, "How do you know me, who are you!?" The entity seemed to teleport down to him, "I will answer the first one later, but you shall call me master." The killer said, "Okay, but what's in it for me, master?" The being replied, "You will kill as you please..." He thought about it for a moment, how could he trust this man, but something within told him to take the offer. Sam smiled and pulled up his mask, "I'm in, master." And thus began a legend, so if you hear a scratching on wood or snarling in the night, lock the door and keep a weapon close by, because you might have an encounter with the Death Row

A sharp sound and a short scream of pain escape the man before falling down knowing that death is now coming for him, but the culprit cannot rest as two more armored enemies appear from behind the dead man: he deflects a downward swing from the first one before dodging a thrust from the second, while trying to get back into his stance an impact hits him as the man he dodged shoulder bashes him using the momentum from his thrust.

Victor was sprawled across his bed, propped up by a number of fluffy pillows against the headboard. His eyes ran over the words on the page as Yuuri recited them.

I personally haven't had an opportunity to help someone, but I would when I'm in situation where someone is going through a hard time. I will do what is needed to get them out their funk, I'd start with trying to make feel better by having them do activities to get there mind off things. First I would take to the gym to relieve stress from whatever the situation may be. Second if they're not up to go to the gym then I would take to a movie they were interested in and a bite to eat to hopefully give a sense of enjoyment and make the happy. Third I would get all are friends together to cheer them up and hang out, crack jokes, and go to a restaurant to catch up when everyone.

The piece of the Black Riders knife penetrated his shoulder and was moving to his heart

The Japanese 's mouth glowed with huge gold-crowned teeth, and his captor wanted them. He put the point of his kabar [combat knife] on the base of a tooth and hit the handle with the palm of his hand. Because the Japanese was kicking his feet and thrashing about, the knife point glanced off the tooth and sank deeply into the victim 's mouth. The Marine cursed him and with a slash cut his cheeks open to each ear. He put his foot on the sufferer 's lower jaw and tried again. Blood poured out of the soldier 's mouth. He made a gurgling noise and thrashed wildly. I shouted, “Put the man out of his misery.” All I got for an answer was a cussing out. Another Marine ran up, put a bullet in the enemy soldier 's brain, and ended his agony. The

Against all odds, fighting the legal system, the county, the city, the landlord, and the sabotage of the competition all the way. I had successfully opened the first and only dungeon club in Florida and operated it for sixteen years, which was the first of its kind in all of Florida’s history. Surely, the police departments and Court were aware of what had been going on in their city and county all through the 1990s and up until 2007, but they still didn't know what to do about it.

Taran left Veerah for last, because the thought of taking a knife to her skin made his heart race. Even though she gave her blood freely and willingly, he was uncomfortable with cutting her. But what was he to do, refuse? He swallowed and made a small cut, but it was too shallow, so it did not bleed. Taran cursed under his breath and Veerah chuckled.

Human affairs is always messy. You will find throughout time that nothing is simply black-and-white. That each creed of man, that every ideology, that all cultures have in their respective corners likely a few points to score it sympathy along with a reasonable amount of scrutiny. The world is filled with physical variables that humans are born into and take for granted. That is until they eventually emerge in our lives and nations to destroy us or present an opportunity. Life is fragile and the more complex it becomes then the more likely it is to be destroyed in a universe filled with blind and uncaring physical laws. We must realize that we aren't eternal souls dancing on the firmament waiting to be judged or reincarnated. Even if an

He dropped his sword and grabbed the man by his throat. His skin became red and the man felt his airway getting slimmer and slimmer. Bartholomew squeezed so tight that he felt the bines popped in the man neck. After he saw the mans eye swell, he threw him on the ground and

The man had stopped crying hours ago. He was nothing more than a shaky vegetable, when Lily opened the door to the next section of Hell, and kicked him though it. She closed the door against his screams, and went to work on her new mask.

A glance at his black T-shirt plastered to the layers of muscle on his abdomen sent a shockwave of iced fury plowing through him. He recalled an initial blow that hurt like a motherfucker, as his sword cut down the last of the eight demons protecting his target but it wasn’t until now did the dots finally connect.