Snippet Saturday!

Back with Ben. And go:

Ben snapped awake to find the collar around his neck, his arms cuffed far too tightly behind him, and wolfsbane wrapped around his bare chest. How had he gotten covered in blood? Was that Ange's blood? In his mouth?

A fist in his hair lifted his head off the ground as the air left his lungs. "What did you do to her?" Perez, shouting at him, and he didn't actually know--

"I can't...I don't..." Elevator, he was in the elevator, surrounded by scattered groceries and spilled blood and beer. They'd gone on a supply run...

"Where is she?" Perez shook him. "Did you eat her?"

"What? Can't remember." His shoulders cramped. "Hurts..."

"What did you do? It looks like you took a fucking bath in her blood, wolf." Perez dropped him.

"I wouldn't hurt her." But his memory was gone, so maybe he had? The inside of his chest felt like it was on fire, the outside of his chest was seizing up because of the wolfsbane, and he couldn't think because of the incipient panic attack. "Perez, for god's sake, uncuff me, I can't breathe."

"Not on your life, not until you tell me what happened."

"I don't--"

A flash of memory, then. Ange, blood pouring from her throat, holding her hands out to him. Her lips moving with a silent "Puppy..." His clawed fingers, covered in red as she fell to the floor in slow motion.

Yes, I'm mean. You knew that. Comment and I may give you more next week. *evil laughter*

Snippet Saturday!

Back with Ben. And go:

Ben snapped awake to find the collar around his neck, his arms cuffed far too tightly behind him, and wolfsbane wrapped around his bare chest. How had he gotten covered in blood? Was that Ange's blood? In his mouth?

A fist in his hair lifted his head off the ground as the air left his lungs. "What did you do to her?" Perez, shouting at him, and he didn't actually know--

"I can't...I don't..." Elevator, he was in the elevator, surrounded by scattered groceries and spilled blood and beer. They'd gone on a supply run...

"Where is she?" Perez shook him. "Did you eat her?"

"What? Can't remember." His shoulders cramped. "Hurts..."

"What did you do? It looks like you took a fucking bath in her blood, wolf." Perez dropped him.

"I wouldn't hurt her." But his memory was gone, so maybe he had? The inside of his chest felt like it was on fire, the outside of his chest was seizing up because of the wolfsbane, and he couldn't think because of the incipient panic attack. "Perez, for god's sake, uncuff me, I can't breathe."

"Not on your life, not until you tell me what happened."

"I don't--"

A flash of memory, then. Ange, blood pouring from her throat, holding her hands out to him. Her lips moving with a silent "Puppy..." His clawed fingers, covered in red as she fell to the floor in slow motion.

Yes, I'm mean. You knew that. Comment and I may give you more next week. *evil laughter*

IRON MAN 2!

No, I still haven't seen it.

HOWEVER.

I have tickets and reserved seats for the 2pm IMAX showing on Monday.

Now, if only I can stay away from spoilers until then. I'm still rather unhappy about the trailers spoiling the suitcase armor. Gaaaaaaaaaah.

IRON MAN 2!

No, I still haven't seen it.

HOWEVER.

I have tickets and reserved seats for the 2pm IMAX showing on Monday.

Now, if only I can stay away from spoilers until then. I'm still rather unhappy about the trailers spoiling the suitcase armor. Gaaaaaaaaaah.

My husband...

Is a pilot for a well-known regional airline.

On occasion, people leave their magazines on board. He snags them and brings them home to read, no matter what they are. He's very eclectic in his tastes.

He just showed me his latest acquisition and said "This is one of the harder ones to get through."

The magazine? EyeNet, a publication of the American Academy of Opthamology. The current article he's reading? "Retinoblastoma, Part One: Measured Enthusiasm for Intra-Arterial Therapy."

Gee, Hubby. YA THINK?

My husband...

Is a pilot for a well-known regional airline.

On occasion, people leave their magazines on board. He snags them and brings them home to read, no matter what they are. He's very eclectic in his tastes.

He just showed me his latest acquisition and said "This is one of the harder ones to get through."

The magazine? EyeNet, a publication of the American Academy of Opthamology. The current article he's reading? "Retinoblastoma, Part One: Measured Enthusiasm for Intra-Arterial Therapy."

Gee, Hubby. YA THINK?