| Drax left the party early, as he often did, dragging two beautiful young things into his elevator and up to his sprawling office to 'admire the view', occupying as it did the entire top floor. |
ResurrectionBaxter could still feel the heat from the vials in his hands as they vapourized into the atmosphere of the room, still smell the fuel, even through his respirator in the moment the weapon discharged full into his back.Resurrection by `SRSmith
The pain was blinding, the impact propelling him forward across the worktop, scattering containers and lab equipment before him, to land face down in a pool of merging chemicals and broken glass.
"Secondary Recovery Unit terminated. Package destroyed. Requesting evac at marker. Over."
Baxter heard her words, heard her speak them, but couldn't rationalize the betrayal.
"Sucks to be you Bax," her voice retreating from the roo
YouYouYou by `SRSmith
Just seem to smile with your whole face
Fill up the room with life and grace
I want for more and never less
You
Are warm of heart and soft of skin
Wear beauty like it's porcelain
With iron will none can suppress
You
Always the focus in a crowd
As though there's no one else around
It's to your light all acquiesce
You
Still fill me up with so much pride
Emotions that will not subside
With so much love I can't express
You
Just you
Ground UpGround Up by `SRSmith
The agent had been a train wreck. Until just a few hours ago he'd been laid open like a can of tinned meat from his ear to the bloody stump that had been his left foot. Blue, the mechanic, had stopped counting the number of liters of fluid that had been pumped through him, gathered in the catch basin beneath, filtered and pumped through him again.
Messy business, special ops.
Along the side of the makeshift medical center hummed a bank of printers assembling replacement parts one micro-thin layer at a time. Several days ago they had produced a femur, a nearly full complement of ribs and the better part of a jawbone. Prior to the agents arri
Who's Better, Who's Best?Who's Better, Who's Best? by `SRSmith
Jack withdrew the blade slowly, knowing with the sudden swell of blood from the wound that the blow was fatal.
"Nothing personal mate, it's a survival of the fittest thing and I'm simply better than you."
He felt the body beneath him go limp, the fierce tension of just moments ago slipping away limb by limb. Jack counted to twenty before dropping the blade as he rolled off the body. He dragged himself painfully to a nearby wall, propped himself up and surveyed the damage.
The man, for all his advanced years, had put up quite a fight, and Jack was perforated heavily from the short blade his opponent had employed. He took a deep breath and r
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Sta.sh
Merry Christmas to you and your family. I got this link from another dA. It's tap guitar, an instrumental by Kaki King. I thought you might like it. 
