Descartes was their leader, he had to die… Rhys checked his wrist, a message arrived from Yun, an address. Yes, as expected.
She raised her hand, Rhys braced himself, resisting the urge to close his eyes…
He choked, could draw no breath. He fumbled urgently for his pistol, but her spare hand pinned him to the wall as she leaned in against him. Her body stank of death. Her silver eyes were molten and seemed to move like a vortex as she glared at him.
…She glared directly at him and smiled in a way that sent a cold, deathly shiver down Rhys’s spine.
o strong then.’ He wasn’t talking directly to the stranger, but the rougher man replied all the same.
‘You might think so, but he is a fast learner apparently. Here, let me tell you.’
The bronze light poured in through the blinds; lines contrasting with dank isolation. The air control had expired; it wasn’t the only thing to face its demise. A figure moved in the corner, slowly at first. It emerged, looked around, the head angled awkwardly on sloping shoulders. Its neck cracked loudly, and the body straightened with a low exhale…
‘There you are,’ a voice called with a ring of familiarity. Rhys turned, his body a coiled spring. A short well dressed Asian man walked towards him and was not ten strides away, waving as he closed the gap. He stopped one pace short. ‘Well, you owe me that drink, come on.’ They began walkingContinue reading “Nameless – Series 1 – Part 3”
The Nameless are everywhere. They have no form. They are merely legion. They have no goal, only chaos. They have no label. They have no need of one.
The wind howled as the door screeched open. The few heads with enough energy turned to see if it was the empty winds or a decrepit traveler invading their retreat. There were no eyes sharp enough to notice the newcomer and how he differed from the typical visitor…