Three Blackbirds: ProlougePrologueThree Blackbirds: Prolouge
All at once, the silent air erupted into a cacophony of noise; birds shuttering to wing and the echo of a gunshot filling the space between the white-clad trees where the men stood. The older man’s hands still shook, partially from cold, but his fingers still caressed the cold iron sight. Beside him, a boy grasped at his pant leg, clutching his ears and giggling almost brutishly. And before them a large stag, naught twenty feet away, eyes turning a milky white as its chest heaved- a gaping crater in its chest spilling crimson onto the fresh-laid snow.
“Rowan…did you see how I did that?” T
2008-05-27 Confrontation“ROWAN, MAN! YOU’VE GOT NOWHERE LEFT TO RUN!”2008-05-27 Confrontation
These words were slashed, mangled, destroyed, and delivered sloppily to Rowan’s ears from at least twenty feet away; the sky above clear and fresh but nothing near friendly. These words were not the main thing on his mind right now, though of course he took them in. More important then the man threatening his life was the cliff threatening his life, a hundred feet to a cold and lonely death. Bloody. Rowan said nothing to the man, though stared him down as he began to draw closer and understand that at this point he was more then cornered. Tired su
2008-05-15 CapturedEverything was black, and everything was cold. There was no life he could see.2008-05-15 Captured
Matthias struggled against the bonds that kept him against the table for mere moments before he decided it a hopeless cause. Steel will be steel and bone will be bone… and one is stronger then the other. At this point, almost in a sheer panic, his heart raced and his breath quickened accordingly to his struggle. Judging by the crinkle that followed after each raspy breath, they had him covered in some sort of plastic, but something else told him otherwise. Goosebumps rose up across his body, which now lay chilled and naked on the steel of a medica
