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Love on the Run ch. 3 Once Mai was up off the ground and ready to go, Richter led her to the nearby forest on the other side of the lake. Once there, they waited behind a bush until a large boar had wondered by and started drinking from a little stream that fed into the lake. Richter pulled out a hunting knife and whispered to Mai to watch. He then proceeded to sneak up behind the boar and attack it until he was able to kill it with the knife. Mai just sat in awe as she watched the young man kill the boar with such efficiency.
"Now that we have dinner, let's get a fire going so we can cook it. Would you mind gathering some firewood?" Richter asked politely as he got the boar onto his shoulders and began to walk back over to the bush where Mai was.
"Oh, uh, sure" stuttered Mai as she began to gather wood.
Once Mai had gathered a good amount of wood for a fire, she had found that Richter had already cut up the boar into small chunks
Love on the run ch. 2 It was about six in the morning when the temple's rooster began crowing and waking everyone up. As soon as Jenna was up and awake, she went to check to see if Mai was up as well and knocked on her door.
"Lady Mai? Are you awake?"
When there was no answer, Jenna slid the door open just a little bit to see if she could see Mai sleeping in her bed. To her shock, she didn't see the young woman and Jenna quickly started to search the grounds. Soon the rest of the temple was in an uproar to try to find the missing Mai, but with no luck. As soon as they exhausted their search at the temple, Jenna and the new priest Patrick went into town to try to see if they could find anyone who might've seen her.
As they searched, on the opposite side of town, a young man with choppy brown hair and brown eyes had just walked through the town gates. His name was Richter and he came to town to sell some meat that he had hunted in the forest. Richter was a vagabond by natur
Love on the run ch.1 Have you ever heard the story about a beautiful young woman who was abandoned as a baby? A tale of romance, action and drama. A tale that takes place in a small mountain village and an old temple that's located at the foot of the mountain in the early years of Japan. If you haven't, you are in for quite a tale.
It was a stormy night as a man wearing a raincoat made out of woven clothe had just left his hut. In his arms, wrapped in a light yellow blanket and under the raincoat was a baby girl who was a few days old and she was sound asleep. She was being shielded from the rain from the raincoat. The man was heading to the old Temple that was nestled at the foot of a large mountain. He was taking her there in hopes that his daughter would have a better life at a temple than with just him. As he walked, the man had tears streaming down his face. He was mourning the loss of his wife who died giving birth to their daughter; who luckily survived. When the
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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