Bizarre Body Modifications

FTL-17...Faster Than Life.

FTL-17…Faster Than Life.

Chapter 17

I’m scared really as I’m sipping at my water and trying not to feel like I’m about to go through a great deal of pain. Sipping is important because if I drank a lot of water then there would be some or rather more of it in my stomach waiting for Corporal Armstrong to beat out of my in a spray of eww.

Before the likely sprays of blood…

My teeth…

Everyone’s ready but me and that includes her outside the ring with some of her people and she’s kicking this big pad one of them’s holding and the heavy "thud" is audible.

And she's staring me down with a savage grin.

Don't Blame Me I'm A Martian-25

Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian-25

Chapter 25

I wipe some of the sweat away from my forehead and take a drink from my water bottle. “Wow…my back…” I look over to Shy who’s way ahead of all of us in their row. Jax is pulling grassy bits out of his rake.

“Y’know for someone that’s never raked a blueberry in her life she’s likely the best raker I’ve seen since dad.”

That’s likely because Shy’s mimicking him.

“Yeah, she’s….”

“Into you which sucks for me.”

“Jax!”

“What? Cheyenne’s likely the easiest damned girl that I’ve ever talked to. Well besides you Dylan.”

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