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Reconciliation of Demons, Angels, and Men. Ch-2Chapter 2
As he grew silent to the end of his story he tried to move closer to the fire, but wasn't able to move very much in the crimson stained black armor. I crawled on the hands and knees to his side where our eyes locked, I saw that he had beautiful emeralds that sparkled in the dim light. The soft smile that he embedded within his body was overwhelming, how he did it, was beyond me, though it made it feel like the whole world was the same. No war, nor blood spilt across the soil. Just, happiness.
"Are you cold?" he asked
'I-I'm plenty warm, its you I'm worried about. Being inside that armor all day, it must be boiling and freezing as well." I told him, trying to make it seem like it was a joke.
He only smiled again. For a such a terrifying warrior, he absolutely loved to be around people, well at least me. For I was probably the only friendly face that he's seen for a very long time. Gazing at the fire, I reached for his hand to inspect the gauntlet which covered his skin.
Reconciliation of Demons, Angels, and Men.Chapter 1
In the streets of which I called home, crowded by the souls of many and the beauty of the Empire. This was the one place people could run to for safety of the chaos in humanity. This was the only pure city that could be called a safe haven for those lusting for a place to call home and to share a life of peace with their families. But now the plague of man has come to envelope more into its blackened hole. Like a virus, it spread across the land and seeped its dreaded roots deep into the soil of the Empire and corrupting the earth with its filth. One by one we all fell to its hand, and the heroes of our land stood to challenge its coming. But they fell as the scientist that created them drowned into despair of their parting. Could anyone safe us from the likes of hell?
Though, one man was able to stand up to the taint and now is the only and last symbol of hope that I have for this life. I followed him to the hell that consumed Romohau, the city of the great kings from ancien
The Pyrenees Mission Part 4Da-
A siren started to blare. "Code Red, Code Red! German airship, port side! All hands to your battle stations! Repeat, all hands to your battle stations! This is not a drill!"
"Aagghh, dammit!" Harkness yelped as the beer spilt all over his chest and lap, soaking his uniform to the skin.
"Sorry, comrade, it was an accident !" Petrov explained. "I cannot particularly tell the Germans NOT to attack us!"
"Wasn't talkin' to you anyway!" Harkness growled. Another rumbled shook the airship, much bigger, enough to sent plates flying clean off the tables. Including Harkness'.
"Clart, no!" He cried, reaching out for the contents of his plate. He just missed it with the tips of his fingers, and something round, red, and very juicy looking went tumbling away, smacking onto the floor. It lay there for a moment, before a hydrogen sniffer ran up and ate it.
Harkness looked at the place where it had been for a moment, then howled "You grease-drinking machine-mating REJECTS! Those were MY pork chops
The Pyrenees Mission Part 3Da-
Minutes passed and Deryn only grew more frustrated at what Alek was telling her to do. But she got it done. The Machine let out a buzzing noise and then it faded to a stop as its insides shut down.
"Well, that wasn't so bad now. Wasn't it?" Alek chuckled.
Groaning, stepped back. "Don't ever make me do that again." Deryn said.
"Miss Sharp I think you might have a knack for this kinda stuff. " The Lieutenant said patting her shoulder. "Nice work."
Walking back to the crashed ship they heard the chatter of the men they left behind. Harkness had apparently returned, and judging by the long trail of blood in the snow he wasn't alone. They were going on about a conversation that they had on the ship and were progressively getting louder and laughing came with it. Christopher only smiled, chuckled and rubbed his eye while Deryn smiled at the two being foolish.
Taking a seat on a relatively ice-free cargo box, Deryn continued to watch the others as they talked and laughed at how they tried
The Pyrenees Mission Part 2-Da-
Before their eyes was a wide range of controls that were plastered along the walls, from the door, to the back and in the centre of the ship's cargo bay, was a massive object that was covered by a tarp and had chains around it, securing it to the floor. The object was strange looking, for it was rather small, only about 6 to 7 feet tall and around as wide as a man. Around it was a pile of dead Clankers that were too entombed by a frozen shell of ice. Unlike the one outside however, the ice they were in had turned red from the blood that had leaked from their corpses. Blood, frozen solid, also covered the floors and some controls in the bay. What ever they were doing, they died ensuring that this was well protected no matter what the cost.
"Barking Spiders, there must be a dozen of them. But why?" Deryn asked in confusion. The lieutenant walked into the bay and narrowed his eyes at the site of more death. Shortly after Richards walked in, his eyes widened as his mouth dropped.
The Pyrenees Mission Part 1-Da-
Silence overwhelmed the cargo bay as Lieutenant Christopher stood by one of the many small circular window, peering down into the vast open world underneath the airship. Deryn sat on a bench not too far from the Lieutenant, checking over the gear for the third time. Hoping that nothing went wrong like it did before when she was in command of a team. Richards and Harkness were off in an open area checking over the flight suit that they would be dropping in, Richards was the model as Harkness played with the straps and other things on the suit making sure that nothing went wrong.
Deryn, satisfied at her inspection of the gear finally leaned hard on the back of the bench and took in a deep breath. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, she tried to get a sense of the room to calm her nerves. As she sat there she could hear the rumble of the engines and the movement of the others in the distance. The wind flowing around the ship as it flew in the darkness of the sky, alone with n
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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