Blood and drool oozed from the gaping hole in his face. Hector just turned and locked eyes with the shooter. It was a young guy, not much older than himself, holding a magnum unsteadily with both hands, but when he saw Hector, he dropped his gun and stumbled back.
More men rushed in from the entrance, but when they saw Hector, they all stopped.
“Holy fuck...”
“What is that thing?”
Hector’s undead glare seemed enough to prevent any of them from taking another step. He waited a bit to see if they still wanted to fight, but when they merely kept staring, Hector picked up his dented mask and left.
As Garovel reconstructed Hector’s jawbone, he stood at the other end of the street, waiting again to see if any of them would pursue. None did.
‘I’m going to follow Ponytail back to Rofal. Once we know where his headquarters is, we’ll be able to launch an assault at our leisure. You know your way home, right?’
His mouth completely reformed, he said, “Yeah.”
The reaper looked at him a moment, bony fingers hovering in front of Hector’s face. ‘I’m going to bring the soreness back to let your body recover while I’m away. Are you ready?’
Hector groaned. “Go ahead...”
Pain exploded through his mouth.
“Ffff--! Kuh! It feels like my face’s been ripped off!”
‘Well. It was. Actually.’
He dropped to one knee, clutching his mouth with his free hand. “Fucking...! Agh...!”
‘On the bright side, I’m sure the rest of your body feels completely painless by comparison.’
He stood and started walking again, trying to stifle his continued groans. “Fuck this hurts...!”
‘Alright, potty mouth.’
“Fuck you! Agh! This is the worst one yet!”
Garovel laughed. ‘Only joking. You should be swearing. It’ll help you cope with the pain.’
“Fuckface!”
‘Okay. You don’t have to be insulting about it.’
“Just... ugh...”
A dark serial novel. Set in a modern fantasy world called Eleg. Mature language. Updates every night at midnight PST by ~400 words.
Should the 'Once we know where his headquarters is, we'll be able to launch an assault at our leisure' be 'headquarters are'?
ReplyDeleteJust checking, since you wanted to be told of any typos.
~Chelsey
Nope, this is actually correct. "Headquarters" is singular. It can be plural, too, but you have to be referring to multiple locations, as in, "All three companies have headquarters that are really amazing."
DeleteThanks for the check, though.
Oh, ok. Sorry, I guess I was taught wrong :)
DeleteNo worries. I really do appreciate the check.
DeleteTrololol I cheered when Hector turned around. Man, that was good.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome.
ReplyDeleteNah, that's just the way he's talking. As in, making harder, more abrupt "stops" than commas would suggest. I appreciate the check, though.
ReplyDeleteHere's one.
ReplyDelete'Well. It was. Actually.'
Should probably be something like 'Well, it was, actually.' Unless it's part of Gavorel's character to use periods in lieu of commas.
... This should be made into a TV serie
ReplyDeleteLate to the party but I just need to know. How is it Garovel can disable all kinds of receptors in the brain and also disable pain during strength mode but he can't dim the pain by simply pumping in a few endorphins or temporarily disabling a few pain receptors during the healing period?
ReplyDeleteI'd get it if the reaper had *either* fine control *or* only some broad magical modes of empowerment he can apply at once but this seems a bit schizophrenic. As if the only reason Hector feels pain is because you like that to be a part of the story, logic be damned.
Disabling pain receptors is not the same thing as manipulating hormones.
ReplyDeleteAnd right, yeah, logic be damned. Never mind all the other effort I've obviously gone through with the rest of the story to help provide more believability and realism. Clearly, I don't give a shit about doing my research.
I think so too
ReplyDeleteYou were actually right in what you said^^
ReplyDeleteI'm a beast!
ReplyDeleteAnd isn't the reason he feels pain is to tell his body what parts are damaged?
ReplyDeleteThat's the whole point of pain after all....