All Chapters of Out of the Ashes: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

Narrator-Elaine remained in her seated position, she casually leaned her chin on her right palm, while her elbow rested on the bar. There was a small smile quirking at the corners of her lips.Dillon still remained against the wall by the door. He weighed his shape on both his feet, and yet he still didn't experience the ache of the pressure on his knees or the bones of his lower legs.George sent a side eye to the plate meant for Carolynn and thought of the food running cold. But he wouldn't let Elaine throw him off his focus.So drawing in a deep sigh, George looked back at the smirking huntress and said in a bored tone, "tell Damien that she's not here.""But that would be a lie." Elaine commented in return."Or if he wants to talk, he can have the meeting here." George bargained.Elaine crinkled her nose and hummed before shaking her head softly, "you know that's not going to happen.""I can't help you Elaine." George shrugged."I can kill you in the blink of an eye George," Elai

Narrator-The basement was a cold brick room. Water beads formed along the lining of the cement between the red rocks, even though the air was frigid enough to draw bumps from the pores of the various bodies which occupied the space.Soft breath sounds filled the red, dark, frigid place. Intermittent sighs and mute hums also erupted here and there. Heads hung on chests and limp necks. Abdominal muscles stretched and relaxed to display every live inhale and exhale. Fingers twitched in the dark, muscles spasmed, as the room full of various creatures remained silent and frozen.The sound of clinking chain links crashing against each other and rubbing on the asphalt is what brought Violet to as she drew in a harsh gasp through the muscles of her dry vocal cords.The human girl blinked groggily. Her vision blurry as if a foggy film had been plastered against her olive-green domes. There was a ringing in her middle ears, and a sharp headache sparking at the base of her brain stem. She groan

Narrator-The midnight moon shone it's silver light unto the sleeping towns below, like a lighthouse's trustworthy signal. It penetrated the darkest alleys and exposed the textured rooftops from one street to the other. Beneath the blanket of this heavenly spotlight, Damien's mansion opened its doors, and from inside the red brick, cold building, poured out many angels of the night. Lanky shadows moved swiftly from one branch to another. Bare feet mutely scaled rooftops and squashed flower gardens, as pale figures spread out through the forest, the haste in their skinny limbs exaggerating their determination to succeed in the mission assigned by their master.Underneath the trustworthy light of the extraterrestrial moon, Aunt May and Ben cuddled together in bed. The hunter squeezed his voluptuous mate in his arms while lying on his back with his eyelids closed. The bounty hunter breathed silently through his nostrils, his even and soft breath sounds a source of comfort for his lifelo