Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20180225224211/@comment-32273133-20180301185245

Have an excerpt:

Micah was running from a group of guards and certain death.

'''He had said that the mission was too dangerous. But had the others listened? Nope. As always, his protests had been ignored. And, of course, he was handpicked by Damian to go on the mission. It didn't matter that Micah wasn’t a good thief, or that Clay had wanted to do it. Since Micah complained, Damian appointed him. He could almost see the snake shapeshifter’s smug grin now.'''

Bastard.

'''Micah vaulted over a low fence, buying himself an extra second or two while the guards freaked out and tried to jump it. A bullet whizzed inches from his head, rippling his hair. He ducked and tucked the heavy book he carried under his arm. '''

'''That book, black leather with gold embossed lettering, was the reason for this mission. Micah couldn't read the lettering, but he knew what it was all the same. '''

'''The Book of Corruption. '''

'''Damian had gone over the description so many times that Micah could practically recite it in his Damian-voice (which didn’t really sound like Damian at all but was still fun to mock him with). '''

“It’s black,” Damian had said.

“I know.”

“It’s got gold letters.”

“Yes.”

“It looks hella old.”

“Duh.”

“And it’s heavily guarded.”

“Oh, of course!”

'''Damian had narrowed his eyes. “Are you sassing me?”'''

“Is that a question you really have to ask?”

'''The point was, yes, Micah knew the book, and he would escape with the book or die. No quarter, no mercy. The Corrupted Deities didn’t do, or didn't know, mercy.'''

'''The guards were gaining on him, so he decided to shift and save a little more time. His back twinged, and then Micah was off of the ground, beating his wings furiously to gain more height. The guards shouted as their target suddenly went airborne. Micah clutched the book to his chest as bullets streaked through the air.'''

Just a little father, come on….

'''The entrance to the keep -- a manor that was originally a training ground for the world’s best assassins -- was a few blocks away, on the outskirts of the city. Most of the city was under non-Corrupted Deities’ control, but everyday the CDs took a little more. A block here, a street there, seemingly insignificant wins that were beginning to add up. That’s why Micah’s group’s base was at the Keep, even though Micah had never wanted to see it again. '''

'''Micah cursed as a bullet zoomed by his head, and went into a dive. He could see the keep now, the tall silver fence encasing the manor. He probably didn’t have to use any of the gates. He could just land in the courtyard and--'''

Something hit his left wing.