Guardian’s War 21: Throwing it All Away, Part 1

He marched from Siren’s car, slamming the door behind him, his head down, his eyes at his feet. She rolled down the window. “Do you want me to come with you?” she said. “No,” he answered. As Assassin walked across the grass of the front yard of our house on Normal Street, he saw Grasp… Continue reading Guardian’s War 21: Throwing it All Away, Part 1

Guardian’s War 19: The Battle of Normal Street, Part 2

Something wicked was on my front porch and as the knock sounded, Assassin knew exactly what it was. Something wicked was on my front porch and as the knock sounded, Shadow knew exactly what it was. Something wicked was on my front porch and as the knock sounded, Guardian knew exactly what it was. He… Continue reading Guardian’s War 19: The Battle of Normal Street, Part 2

Guardian’s War 17: ICU

“This is the poison in your system working its way out,” Steven said over the sound of my heaving. “This is all of the dark emotion and lies that have been fed to you working its way out. This is a good thing. Keep going.” I had started throwing up about ten minutes into our… Continue reading Guardian’s War 17: ICU

Guardian’s War 16: The Madness of the Outcast

Things are coming to a head now. The forces that warped my life in 2001, led up to Bekah’s and my break up, and brought us to the Battle of Normal Street are all coming together to explode on me and my soulmate at the same time. We could not be ready for it. We… Continue reading Guardian’s War 16: The Madness of the Outcast

Guardian’s War 13: A Lungful of Smoke

Not asleep. Not awake. It’s after two in the morning. Bekah is asleep, and I crawl out of bed unable to fall into a solid rest. I get to the living room and I let Katherine out of her crate and the two of us sit on the couch. I am petting her. I lay… Continue reading Guardian’s War 13: A Lungful of Smoke

Smilin’ Jack, Part 4

Darkness and Job’s couch. I was asleep, and though lightning and rain raged out beyond the door, I was safe. Safe from homelessness, safe from starvation. But barely. Job had opened his house to me, had lent me succor from the streets. But I could not work. I was too far gone for that. I… Continue reading Smilin’ Jack, Part 4

Pain

“So what do we know?” I asked Job and Regina. We were at an Chinese restaurant. We were full and smoking. “Shadow, Guardian, Shush,” I said. “Servant, Teth, and Assassin,” Regina added, “and that one who came out last night that we couldn’t get anything out of, do you remember that?” “I do,” Job said.… Continue reading Pain