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- One post per week
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- Online Availability
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- Genres
- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
Aerin jerked up at the howl. His light machine gun was strapped to his pack, but he still had his pistol beside him. He snapped it from its holster as the wolves launched themselves through her open door. A damp spot hit the seat of the truck, and Aerin realized it was coming from Rifle. First Shadow, and now Rifle? These poor wolves couldn't catch a break. Aerin felt a peculiar rage rise in him. Rifle liked him, and he liked Rifle. While Rifle certainly didn't belong to him, the blond still found him a friend. And that was when, as Nova slammed the truck forward, Aerin trained his sight on the first fourwheeler to pop out in front. He certainly wasn't as good a shot as Nova, but the bullet flew from the barrel and hit home. And that home was buried in the middle of the driver's stomach. He slipped off, taking the second rider with him. The fourwheeler veered off to the side and flipped, managing to take out the second one.
If Aerin was hoping for another stroke of luck, he wasn't going to get it. The last fourwheeler snapped their rifle up, indicating a shot that drove the tranquilizer into Aerin's wrist. He nearly dropped his hold on his pistol, but he managed to throw it into the cab before he tore the dart from his hand. However, he couldn't shake the numb feeling that crept through his fingers. How it was working so fast, he didn't know. He leaned back against the seat, panting. The dark roof of the interior swam in front of his eyes, and a sharp, dizzy pain worked its way up his neck to his head. It made him grunt with pain as his head slammed into the headrest behind him. He closed his eyes, but he couldn't escape the swirling dizziness wrapping around his mind.
"Lose them...," he managed to groan. "Only one... left." He cradled his numb hand to his chest, losing feeling everywhere else. Finally, his world went black, blacker than the night sky above them.
If Aerin was hoping for another stroke of luck, he wasn't going to get it. The last fourwheeler snapped their rifle up, indicating a shot that drove the tranquilizer into Aerin's wrist. He nearly dropped his hold on his pistol, but he managed to throw it into the cab before he tore the dart from his hand. However, he couldn't shake the numb feeling that crept through his fingers. How it was working so fast, he didn't know. He leaned back against the seat, panting. The dark roof of the interior swam in front of his eyes, and a sharp, dizzy pain worked its way up his neck to his head. It made him grunt with pain as his head slammed into the headrest behind him. He closed his eyes, but he couldn't escape the swirling dizziness wrapping around his mind.
"Lose them...," he managed to groan. "Only one... left." He cradled his numb hand to his chest, losing feeling everywhere else. Finally, his world went black, blacker than the night sky above them.