Greg Vs Raid 9-40B: Dying Sparks II

Lag 6.13 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ “Fuck the plan! I can take him!” If he had the time, Hardkour would have laughed right in his face. Instead, the blond jumped back far, flinging himself backwards twenty or thirty feet to land back on the…

Lag 6.11                                                                         – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ The van bucked, axles of the vehicle bouncing as it hit yet another pockmark in the asphalt without slowing down. The world spun again for Axel Ramon as he slammed against the floor of the van again, his…

Lag 6.19c – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Theo stood rooted by the side of an empty table, a silent statue in a sea of rich party-people, as his godbrother nonchalantly sipped from a flute of apple cider. They had chosen this table together… Well, Greg…

No gasp when his eyes opened, because gasping required lungs that weren’t… whatever the fuck had happened to his lungs. Oh… oh noooo… A breath left him choked, ragged and rattling, as if someone had taken the things that let him breathe, smashed them with a sledgehammer and then put that through a blender set…

Shink. The blade sank in, all six inches embedding deep into the space under his ribs. Sophia’s physical weight was a car crash more than a tackle, all the force of a cinderblock dropped from a third-floor window as her newfound manic strength was enough to take him entirely off his feet. All the air…