Lone Wolves by Aaron Solomon (a book to read TXT) 📕

knife deep into my stomach, smirking at my howl of pain. He drew a colt 1911 pistol and aimed it right at my head. In a cold whisper, he uttered, “Goodbye, Fleabag.” Then, came a thunderous roar. Kari stormed in from behind and pounced on him, claws unsheathed. Steele reared up and countered Kari’s attack, punching her several times in the face. I had seen enough. I pulled as hard as I could on the handle of the knife, slowly inching the blade out of my stomach. I climbed to my feet and slowly crept up directly behind Steele. With every ounce of strength I had, I thrust deep into his neck and snatched it out, blood pouring out as he fell to the floor dead as leaves in the fall. I collapsed onto the cold, hard floor. The train had stopped in a huge station somewhere underground. Kari rose to her feet and rushed to my aid. She tore a piece of cloth from her shirt and tied it tightly around my midsection. “It’ll hold for now.” She said, helping me to my feet. “It’s over. We’ve won.” “Yeah… For now…” I replied as my vision slowly faded into darkness.

 

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Publication Date: 05-29-2015

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