Doorhandle's Story Trove

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Aces and Eights

A great shriek and

"Let me guess, you're from the…" I reached down to the depths of my mind, desperately trying to remember those old, faintly remembered memories, all the while keeping that smile glued on my face. Three words struck my head, and I knew they rang true. "Horizon Triumvirate?"

He gazed at me in what could either be amazement and joy, like a proud master of his ever so beloved pet. "That would be correct. An ambassador from the land beyond the sea."

"Which one? Turkey? Vatican-"

"Israel," he interjected. "Can you imagine if the Christians managed to snag the entire corpse? The entire world will be under their thumb, with all the cruelty inflicted upon them taken away and pressed upon all that oppose them tenfold." A snicker escaped his lips, and I swore that I saw a tiny head "All in the name of the Lord, of course."

"My heart and actions are utterly unclouded-"

"Oh, don't give me that shit!" My joyful facade was finally broken, and I could feel my lips twisting away into an ugly grimace. "Here you are, committing a crime , and to top that off, you just shot a disabled man on his only other functional leg!

I shouted, painfully aware that my lungs wery starting to clog up with my own blood.

Wearing quite the convincing mask of pity, he lowered the gun to his hips and crouched down. The sun was positioned perfectly behind him, its light like a halo. "They are all those of justice. Undo your circle, and I promise you, your life will be spared. You will be allowed to return to

The Saint would protect me in life, and perhaps even in death.

Project Crossover

An ocean appeared.『Epitaph』

[An unknown Type 1 Reality Bender has breached Containment Site-5.]

[All personnel are to evacuate to the nearest exit immediately.]

[MTF Alpha-9 ("Last Hope") has entered the facility.]

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The world began to reassemble around him, covering the star-filled void. He looked down at the bodies sprawled around him, men and women in white coats and armoured uniforms. A hole through each of their stomachs, done so efficiently that there was barely any blood on the floor. Each of their faces forever frozen in utter confusion, flames that never realised the moment they were extinguished.

The man, the only living being in that room, contemplated this situation in silence. His boots were slightly tainted with blood, but his jeans and net-like undershirt were fully spared from the remains of the carnage. Now that he thought about it, they did make him look kind of like a stripper.

He didn't know any of them, yet by some unknown impulse, his own body moved to kill them. Perhaps it was a longing to His powers had somehow returned, albeit partially.

A figure was perched on top of the stairway, casting a shadow over the steps. Through the shadow's movements,

Ah, the bravery and stubbornness of simpletons never ceased to amaze him. Smiling to himself, he slowly ascended the steps. "This is a test. I've accepted this test to stand victorious against my past. A person grows once they are able to defeat their weaker self. Wouldn't you agree, Agent Handel?"

But,『King Crimson』 has seen through it.

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[Mr. Vinegar Doppio, Doctor Glass will see you now.]

I Talk to the Wind

Those words. Those five. Damn. Words.

He reached into his bag, not letting her see that his hand was desperately searching for his lighter and cigar pack. A good smoke was what he needed,. "I never took you for a KC fan."

"I never was."

"What do you want, Nine?"