There’s fire all around and too much smoke to really see, but habits are habits, and Sam Yamato’s body has done this dozens of times. It’s not that he’s not hopped-up on adrenaline and terror. It’s that he is used to being hopped-up on adrenaline and terror.Continue reading
Don’t get too close! He’ll see us.
Devon turned to look over his shoulder. The street was empty. Of course it was. There’s not a lot of people out a 5am. Street lamps, store fronts, and whole lot of pavement. He kept walking.
What was that? said another voice. The first one had been cold, but the second was sharp, anxious.
Nothing! He’s an idiot. It’s fine.
He lead me down the alley with the promise of a kiss. Not the most romantic spot. My hands were shaking. I hoped he would assume it was excitement. It was raining. His hands were firm on the sides of my head. His lips were cold. Afterwards, he pulled back and smiled. I’d never actually seen a wolfish grin before, but this one was. It was predatory. That’s when he opened his mouth, dug his nails into my cheeks, and sunk his fangs into my neck.
This story started as a tweet, and I decided to expand it:
Once the Power has awoken, its Shadow will whisper in your ear forever. Only the ascetic way of the Pon-Ju warrior will keep it at bay. But, you must also learn to fight with a plasma-blade to battle those who have surrendered to the Shadow… #SCIFIFRI
— Orion (he/him/his) (@OrionKidder) March 9, 2018