The hit was still unconscious when they arrived at the lake. Numbers glared down at him as Wrench unceremoniously yanked him out of the boot and dropped him onto the gravel by the side of the road. Numbers didn’t think himself a moral human being but occasionally on days like this he felt a small sense of justice in his profession. Their victim now bleeding out on the side of the road had cut Fargo out of an important business transaction and tried to skip town. That was an everyday kind of job for him and Wrench; what made this one special was that he also happened to be a pedophile. Numbers held a special kind of hate in his heart for a...
It was a night like every other. The pub was busy with rough workers keen to drop their fresh paychecks onto the bar. He moved through the hustle looking for a drink and a dark corner to vanish into. The barkeep was as close to a friend as he had and always knew what he wanted. He had a full glass in his hand with little more then a wave. He turned to move away when a weight hit him square in the back. He fell hard against the bar fumbling his drink. The glass shattered at his feet. He didn’t expect anything but an apologetic expression from an intoxicated face. He got three heavyset loggers instead. “-retarded fuckin-” The one who’d hit...
Freaky Friday at Beacon Hills High ch3 by Seraph5, literature
Literature
Freaky Friday at Beacon Hills High ch3
Derek pulled the door closed behind him with a slam and let out an exasperated sigh. Subconsciously he strained to hear Stiles’ footfalls moving down the street but could hear nothing beyond some shuffling feet past the end of the hallway. He dragged a hand across his face lamenting the dull human senses he had to work with. He sniffed the air. Dinner was cooking but weather it was ready, what it was and where Stiles’ father was in the house eluded him. The familiar itching frustration that had been plaguing his mind sparked in him and it took all his strength not to punch the wall (he had learned earlier that day that all it brought was b...