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Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home fr
Gunners, Chapter ThreeApril 29, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy
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Titleless AC FicThe tired Dai blinked his eyes open and groaned. Malik pushed himself off the counter and looked down at the maps that had engraved themselves into his mind. A hallway here, an exit there… there was never something new in these maps, nothing his eyes didn't catch before. He picked up the inkwell and peered inside. Just barely enough for a few words. That fool Altair had to rush in and knock his new one over the other day before he was able to dip a pen in. Idiot.Titleless AC Fic3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As if on cue, the master assassin jumped in and Malik almost dropped the inkwell. He glared as Altair turned to him, a small smile playing on his face. What could he be so happ
Gunners, Chapter TwoApril 27, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With my eyes peeled to the cracked tile floors, I grudgingly stepped towards a dim room, catching the rhythmic scratching of pen across paper. My heart fell to the bottom of my feet; the vulture was roosting in his nest, waiting to snap at the simplest sign of life passing his doorway. I stopped at the last second, scowling at the rusted nameplate nailed to the wall. Lawrence Fergus McDougal, Chief of Medicine – scribbled beneath, someone wrote 'King of the Grumps', and I couldn't help but grin at the truthful statement. Other names, such as 'British Bore', 'Stubby', and the classic 'Tommy Redcoat' were splashed over w
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Boots hitting the concrete brought the battered girl back to life and gasping for air. She looked no older than about twelve, but that didn't stop her captors from the experiments and torture. Her entire body was covered in fresh bruises and lacerations, while day-old burns coiled around her neck and wrists. Her arms were a dark purple and snapped at the elbows; her legs bore a grim resemblance. Rags barely offered warmth from the freezing cell. A map of incisions traveled up and down her torso. She lay, curled up as best she could, staring at the limp, hand-shaped branch peeking from a crack in the stone floor.
She barely had the
Gunners, Chapter SixMay 2, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Six3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm not sure what awoke me first: the disgusting humidity in the room, or the horrible pain in my head. My mouth was taped, eyes covered by an itchy cloth. My hands and feet were tightly bound by a thin wire, digging painfully into my skin. My coat and boots were missing along with my gun belt; I could feel dried blood under my nose. I rolled to my side, the tips of my fingers the stone wall, my head rubbing against the lumpy mattress with little hopes of removing the blindfold.
The door opened, bringing in a chilly breeze. Two footfalls, a pause, then one more. I froze. There was a strike of the match, soon followed by the pu
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Mark of Merlin, PrologueThe piercing cries of the newborn's screams rang into the dark forest, sparking interest to the scurrying mice and the brooding owl perched by the hut. It ascended to the skies above and towards the heavens. The night marked the sign of January's arrival, of when the year would be born anew. The lands had already been cursed with winter's breath, as the trees had turned barren and Britain was flooded in a never-ending sea of white.Mark of Merlin, Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night also marked the bringing of a new soul into the world: a boy. He was only hours old, cradled in the arms of the elderly woman. She did what she could to coo him silent, but it only made him scream louder
Gunners, Chapter FiveMay 1, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Five3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rested on the floor that night, listening to his deliberate snoring drowning my ears. He was curled up on the couch, his back turned to me. I groaned and rolled to my side. Back on the base, I would have no trouble falling asleep; the endless noise of construction, late-night gunfire, and the stray animals had that touch to put me down for a good few hours. Of course, that was on the base, where I knew I'd be safe. I tossed back and forth in annoyance, hands gripping the imaginary pillow. It wasn't the snoring that got to me, it was the silence.
In the wastes, silence meant death. A man could walk through a hail of gunfire a
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