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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
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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 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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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
Brushfire ProloguePrologueBrushfire Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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 FourApril 30, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Four3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"On your knees."
With the rifle barrel digging into my spine, I reluctantly obeyed. I dared not reach for my weapons; a rare time when my gut feeling could get me killed. His voice was young, around my age. He took a step to my right and kicked my foot.
"Take out your weapons."
Slowly, I pulled my revolver out and set it on the ground. Then the knife concealed in my boot. He kicked them from my reach. Then, "Your other weapon."
"That's all I have."
"I wasn't born yesterday, sweetheart. Other weapon."
… Sweetheart? "Look, I told you, the knife and revolver are all I have."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright. H
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