TheBlackThing

Prologue. It was like any other day, sun shining its warm rays across the rotting surface of the apocalyptic world. The group within the school doing their share of work for the day or taking a break from the hectic last few days due to the sudden increase of walkers. Finally returning from a hunting trip, the older dark males walked through the  metal gates with their kill. Once they entered the courtyard of the colony, Aasim and Louis were in a standoff once again. Over the last couple years, this was a frequent thing that happens between the two. It started off with simple teasing, criticism and bantering, until this time something

“Coyote, do you hear me?” That was a rhetorical question – Stacker Pentecost knew there was no way Coyote Tango could hear his words.  She had no way of picking up audio, and though she had an uncanny ability to feel vibrations, the faint ripples his voice made in the air were too weak for her to sense.  It was like asking a whale if they could launch themselves into the air and take flight. But Coyote sent back an affirmative pulse anyhow.  She “heard” him.  She was deaf to his voice, but she could sense the thoughts that formed the words milliseconds before they left his mouth.  Despite her blind/deaf state,

A double event. Even in a war as fantastic and strange as the Kaiju War had been, a double event was something its veterans had never seen before.  Sure, Doctor Gottlieb had been predicting one for months now, but many had dismissed his claims… or had just secretly hoped he was wrong.  Two Kaiju rising from the breach was a terrible fulfillment to mathematical prophecy, and the Hong Kong Shatterdome could only hope that they could successfully repel the attack. The tug of the helicopter lines on Cherno’s chassis registered as a peculiar tension in Aleksis’ shoulders, as if hooks were embedded in the muscles there and were

It should have been a joyous occasion for Gipsy Danger and her Rangers – a reunion with Raleigh, and the forging of a new bond between Mako and the Mark III.  But it had ended with all three of them disgraced, the failed drift standing out like a visible badge of dishonor on each of them.  The two Rangers were now pariahs among the Shatterdome personnel, and more than one technician and mechanic now looked at Gipsy as if wondering why so much time and money had been expended on her.  Even the other Rangers seemed disappointed in the three of them, and though only Chuck went so far as to insult them to their faces, no one

If anyone happened to miss the arrival of Raleigh Beckett, the last surviving Mark III Ranger, at the Hong Kong Shatterdome, then one being in particular made sure they knew about it.  Even before the helicopter carrying Marshal Pentecost and the retired pilot had touched down the blue Jaeger began to hum, an almost subliminal thrumming that one felt more than heard, vibrating in the teeth and bones.  And as Beckett stepped down from the vehicle and made his way into the base her keening intensified, until it seemed to fill the entire Shatterdome. Sasha and Aleksis had been on their way to Cherno to help the technicians calibrate his new sys

You were out with your best friend, Altair. You've been best friends with him for so long, his parents considered you as their daughter. You were pleased to hear that. Every last Friday of the month, you and him would hang out and have fun, away from school and stress. Altair took you to the historic museum the other time, so today, you both just took and peaceful stroll in the park. "Hey. Do you remember when you made Malik fall and Ezio cry when we were little?" You asked, giggling. Altair smirked. "Not my fault they got in the way of the ice cream truck." He shrugged. Both of you were sitting on the edge of the fountain. You were really