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Excerpt: Differel Derivative-3Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
"May I see Henry now?" Differel asked.
"Yeah, sure," Eile replied, "come on."
"Let me go on ahead! I'll get him outta bed," Sunny said, and she skipped out of the room.
"We checked on him before we came to the meeting," Eile explained as she and Differel followed at a more leisurely pace. "He was still asleep, but he's had a long enough nap, he should be rested enough ta meet you."
"How is he holding up?"
"Very well, actually. Once he got over his initial fright, he's been treating this like a grand adventure. It doesn't matter how strange and different this all seems, he eagerly throws himself into it without fear or apprehension. He seems ta take after his mother that way."
"Thank you." Eile thought she detected a tone of pride in Differel's voice.
She then flashed her a mischievous smile. "Of course, he reminds me a lot of Sunny as well."
Differel shot her an annoyed look. "Bite your tongue!" Eile just laughed.
Differel didn't say anything more
Excerpt: Machine ManCopyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
"This is a cemetery," Xerxes said behind them.
"Yeah," Eile confirmed.
"It is a place where dead people are buried."
"Why do you choose to walk here?"
"It's pleasant and peaceful," Sunny replied.
"Does it not remind you of death?"
"Well, sure, but death is a part of life. It's unavoidable, like taxes."
"The prospect of dying does not frighten you?"
"Kinda sorta," Eile said, "but like Sunny said, it's inevitable. We don't wanna die, at least not until after a long and productive life "
"Filled with adventure!"
Eile grinned. "But we know it'll happen some day. So, we can either worry about it, or just accept it and have fun."
"If death is inevitable, why not simply end your lives now and have it over with?"
"Where'd you pick up that nihilist crap?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"That malarkey about life being worthless and all? Did Mabuse teach you that?"
"I learned about Nihilism from her lessons, but that is not what I asked."
"It damn well w
Excerpt: Lifetime TogetherCopyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Renoir dragged Eile out of the stairwell onto the roof. A helicopter sat in the center, its blades whirling as it idled. A figure inside probably the pilot gestured for him to approach.
"There's our ride, n'est-ce pas? In minutes we'll be out over international waters, and after we rendezvous with my ship, you and I can get better acquainted, mon cher."
Eile said nothing, but it was because on the opposite side of the helo, she saw Oda emerge from a second stairwell. The woman ran around the back of the helo and confronted Renoir when he had gotten half-way. He turned to face her, tightening his grip around Eile's neck and jamming the muzzle of his pistol into her temple. Oda stopped and took a wide stance, raising her own gun and holding it in two hands.
"Come no closer!" he threatened.
"Let her go."
"Non! She is my ticket out of here. Besides, I have grown fond of her, n'est-ce pas?"
"I won't let you take her."
"Stand aside, or I w
Excerpt: Differel Derivative-2Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Within moments of getting off the phone with the Girls, Sir Differel Van Helsing was on the move. She punched the house-wide button on the intercom in the phone set and shouted. "Aelfraed; my bedroom, now!" Then she went up to her suite on the third floor through the library.
She headed into her dressing room, but didn't bother to pack. Except for the clothes she wore and her glasses, all she wanted was her passport and a couple of weapons. She took off her jacket and opened a bureau drawer, then removed a Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife and slipped it behind her into her belt. Next she put on a shoulder holster and selected a compact pistol. She inserted a clip and rammed it into place with the heel of her hand, cocking it and slipping it into the holster before putting the jacket back on.
She heard a knock on the door as she collected a half-dozen magazines from another drawer. "You rang, My Lady?" Aelfraed said.
She glanced up at him as she stuf
Excerpt: Dream Trials 1Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
In the morning, after she washed up and dressed, Eile looked in on Differel. Sunny was still there, wringing out a washcloth and placing it over her forehead. Differel appeared quiet, and Eile hoped that was a good sign.
"How's she doing?"
Sunny turned her head, and Eile was unnerved by the haggard, stressed look on her face.
"Terrible!" she replied in a mournful tone. "Her fever's as bad as ever."
Eile felt her heart sink. "I was hopin' she was asleep."
As if to prove her wrong, Differel rolled her head and muttered, but in a very languid manner.
"No, she's just so weak! It's been three days now. She's had no rest, no relief, and it's getting harder to make her take water. She won't last another day like this!"
Eile came up beside her. "The antibiotics haven't kicked in yet?"
Sunny stared down at the semiconscious woman. "They may be all that's keeping her alive, but if we can't break this fever soon, she's a goner."
Eile leaned over and fe
Story: Team Mad Girl - P1Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Krosp edged up to the bush and carefully parted the stems so that he could peer into the clearing. He had smelled the cooking food some ways off and had decided to take a chance. Alone and unarmed in the Wastelands, his chances for survival were slim, even though he was far from helpless. He needed to find assistance, and anyone who could camp out in the open in such an obvious fashion was either very well protected or very foolhardy. He just hoped it would be the former.
Of course, there was always the possibility the campers, whoever they were, might themselves be dangerous, but he felt he had to take the risk. He knew the rogue Clanks, Constructs, and abandoned experiments that roamed the Wastelands definitely were dangerous. Besides, he couldn't rescue Agatha Heterodyne alone.
Having zeroed in on the scent, he eventually saw the actinic glow of an artificial light through the trees. As he got closer, he could also hear muffled music, though ev
Excerpt: Hellsing Misc ICopyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Differel forced her eyes open, despite the vibration. The bodyguards were all doubled over, their hands over their ears and their faces distorted as if in agony. She focused on the Queen, and a sharp jolt rocked her nerves: instead of the face of a white-haired, wrinkled woman in her eighties, a skull-like head, covered in pale, dry, mottled, parchment skin stretched tight across its bones, stared back at her, it's silvery eyes shining like lamps, with long, straight white-gold hair falling from beneath a diaphanous diadem of translucent bluish crystal peppered with diamonds.
The girls had been right all along!
Something seemed to snap inside her mind, and the vibration eased. Grimacing an enraged leer, she reached inside her coat, pulled her L117A2, and aimed for the Daoine Sídh.
"Sod off, you bloody bitch!" she roared as she pulled the trigger. She fired eight 9mm rounds in as many seconds; the first two passed through the neck, the next pa
Excerpt: Revenir Eschataion 3Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
"That is enough!" Medb roared. "Whoever wishes to take their revenge must deal with me first." And to accentuate her point, she pulled out one of her machetes and leveled it at the mob.
"You would shield a monster like her?"
"She isn't the one who caused all this."
"She created the plague! However it got out, she's ultimately to blame."
"No, she is not."
"What do you mean?"
"Mayv," Mabuse said, "tell them. We have no choice now."
"Very well, Doctor. She is not to blame because we are not of your world."
"What sort of nonsense is this?"
"It is true. We created a device that can breach the interdimensional barrier between parallel worlds. We came through the breach to find two friends of ours, who came through by accident three days ago."
"And you expect us to believe this tripe?"
"That does not matter. What does is whether you believe we mean you no harm. We just want to find our friends and leave. We come in peace, but we will not hesitate to prot
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