The Thorn That Pierce Me の小説・ストーリー

But it has died out now, so quit acting like that. He shrugged "Okay, I am sorry if I have annoyed you. I was just angry at myself for causing you this pain. I don't know why, but I could feel anger rising within me these few days. It hurts, it's like a burning larva, which turns everything in me into stone. But that is not what I want. I don't want my heart to be as hard as stone. I want my heart to be filled with love and passion, just like yours." he said meekly.

Its obsidian teeth pulsed with a sickly indigo light that tasted of acidic ore and ancient rot. The harvest. I didn’t just plant the crop; I provided the ink for the scythe. My lungs seized. Every breath was a struggle against a throat filled with the phantom shards of five years of silence. I stepped forward, my boots skidding on the frost-slick stone, trying to shield Leo. The lasers simply climbed my white blazer, settling over my heart with a clinical, predatory indifference. Thorne stood at the center of his executioners, his white robes looking like funeral shrouds against the dark red glow of the abyss. He smiled, revealing rotting gums and a map of ancient greed.

His crimson eyes glowed with a sick, triumphant light, entirely unbothered by the silver sword I had just driven completely through his heart. ​He squeezed. My airway crushed shut instantly. My vision dotted with black stars, the edges of the room blurring, but I absolutely refused to let go of the hilt of my sword. I twisted it harder, digging the silver deeper into his corrupted flesh, determined to sever his spine. ​CRACK. ​A blur of pristine white steel shot past my peripheral vision. General Vesh’s heavy, armored boot slammed into the side of Thorne's knee. The joint shattered backward with a sickening, wet snap.

"I want you to hear this Rin because it is important that you understand what happens to people who try to interfere with our work." The sound that came through the phone next was wet and terrible and it took me a second to realize it was a knife going into flesh. Thorne made a gurgling sound and then went silent and I heard his body hit the floor. Thorne. Pain exploded through my stomach and I doubled over and grabbed the chair to keep from falling and when I looked down I expected to see blood but there was nothing. Just my shirt and my skin and no visible injury but the pain was real and spreading and I could not breathe.

The spear is still lodged in his side, the wood slick with red. ‎ ‎For a heartbeat, I can’t move. Everything inside me freezes. Then something in me snaps. ‎ ‎“Not you,” I whisper, voice shaking. “You don’t get to die here.” Thorne can't die. I'm prepared to die, but Thorne has to live. I can't live in a world without him. ‎

Ia meneliti wajah gadis itu dengan saksama, takut-takut ada luka yang tak terlihat. Ketika tangan Lee Joon hendak menyentuh kening Eun Jung, tahu-tahu dari arah belakang ada yang menarik dirinya dengan kasar. Lalu, Joon merasakan hantaman keras di perutnya, membuatnya merasakan nyeri yang begitu hebat dan jatuh berlutut di lantai. Belum sempat menyadari apa yang terjadi, Joon merasakan sekelilingnya berputar cepat, pandangannya menggelap, dan di detik berikutnya kesadarannya hilang. ++++

“Waktu, ya? Itu barang yang tidak pernah murah di hadapanku.” Mereka beradu lagi. Tinju Thorne meluncur seperti peluru, bukan karena kecepatannya luar biasa, tapi karena setiap hantaman membawa bobot hidup yang pernah ia derita—keras, menyakitkan, tak peduli tulangnya sendiri retak. Kael beberapa kali terpaksa menahan dengan siku dan bahu, merasakan pendar di balik kulitnya. Napasnya mulai kasar; setiap gerakannya menuntut lebih banyak tenaga dari tubuh yang belum sepenuhnya pulih. Tapi perbedaan pengalaman tetap ada.

Harry berdiri dan mengambil rokok serta koreknya dari dalam saku celana jeans-nya. "Satu-satunya kesalahan Anthony adalah memelihara ular di sisinya. Benar kata orang, like mother like daughter. Kau sama seperti ibumu, mematuk hingga mati orang-orang yang memberi kalian perlindungan." Harry menyalakan rokoknya dan memainkan korek gasnya seakan-akan siap untuk membakar tempat itu kapan saja.