His bullet penetrated my chest. The agony heated my blood as it sunk deeper inside me. I hear myself cry out, mechanical and animalistic.
"It's nice to meet you, Reacher."
The language is of my own, yet it seems so foreign as my descent to the ground makes my knees cry out.
The Reacher is something passed down through the generations. It doesn't only allow us to grasp time itself, but allows time to do it's bidding through us.
My skin reddens, and I look up at the man who had been hunting me for so long.
I smile as I tremble with power.
I am a time bomb.
He will no longer be a threat to us Reachers.
"It's nice to meet you, Reacher."
The language is of my own, yet it seems so foreign as my descent to the ground makes my knees cry out.
The Reacher is something passed down through the generations. It doesn't only allow us to grasp time itself, but allows time to do it's bidding through us.
My skin reddens, and I look up at the man who had been hunting me for so long.
I smile as I tremble with power.
I am a time bomb.
He will no longer be a threat to us Reachers.
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