"October 14th, 2138, the day I've waited my entire life for." Rueben said, his voice croaking and deep, like its not been used in years. He gently scratches his beard to irradicate the forming itch, the greyish brown hairs fold under his hand. The skin pale, and coarse from a lack of sunlight throughout most of his life. As he steps onto the lift platform of his underground bunker, the rusted hing...

Caleb’s fingers moved swiftly, slicing through the air as he worked the knife against the cutting board. Each stroke was precise, his blade flashing under the kitchen lights as he chopped herbs with the efficiency of a surgeon. He barely glanced down, his hands knew the rhythm, the weight of the steel, the give of each ingredient. His sharp focus left no room for hesitation.

Across the counter, h...

As the red dot centers on his chest, retired hitman Blake O'Rourke looked around him, indulging his surroundings. there were too many people to freak out, he had to go along with it. He continued walking, trying his hardest not to draw attention to himself, he thought- no, he knew that he wouldn't make it out of this alive. But as he walked into the coffee shop across the street from his white-col...

"Chloe I-" Mark's words jumble as he confesses to her, "I'm The Black Signal". The words fall out of his mouth, failing to sound how he pictured them in his head. As she listens to him, her eyes begin to swell and her posture fails her, the golden locks of her hair cover her face as she dips her head into her hands. "How- how could you keep this from me?" she says under her breath, she wants to sc...