[Complete] When young Boone Rigger is pulled into the most fierce Gunslinger Tournament in the country, he must find the courage to kill, or be buried six feet underground.
The Iron Alchemist: Slinger Wars Book 1
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In the blinding blackness, chains rattled and cracked as light poured in through a gap in the wall, drawing a breeze into the confinement.
"Finally," Lyolis thought, seeing the torchlight glow from a town off in the distance. "Fresh air …"
Bones cracked as she commanded the host to turn his neck. Their confinement was surrounded by purplish flowers that hardly hid the rank she'd been smelling for the last few hours.
She thought, That's what the Mayor's been using them for …
Ahead of her, the twisted, rotting bodies stumbled towards the breach. Bodies jerking. Heads snapping right and left. Coming through the tunnel, they walked with no control.
Lyolis summoned her being, pushing energy into each limb. It wasn't like controlling one's body, but like trudging limbs through mud. Arms and legs slow to jerk with each command.
They escaped their confinement. Lyolis felt the night's chill against the warmth in her hosts skin. Strange, she thought. Everything against her flesh numb to the touch.
Lyolis blinked, her eyes glossy like staring through foggy lense. Her lungs seemed to have gone, unable to feel air passing inside while the heartbeat she had was silent. The only thing that seemed to be working was her consciousness.
Right leg. Left leg. Right leg. Left leg. I think I'm getting the hang of this ...
Lyolis was picking up speed. Wind whispering in her air, so low it was nearly hushed.
The lights in the distance bobbed with her limp head. The muscles as though they'd been removed; she whipped her head and it flopped to the right, eyes falling toward the dirt.
Come on you worthless thing … Her aggravated thoughts did nothing to help the situation.
She no longer fought the weight of head, focusing her energy on each limb. Fighting against the force that held them to the ground. She yelled, a screech echoed off in the canyon.
Right leg. Left leg. Right leg. Left leg—
She hardly felt the stone and her body collapsed. Limbs flailing as the body hit the ground. The impact soft as landing on a bed of bear fur. This is strage, she thought. I feel almost … impenetrable.
As she pushed off the ground, her eyes caught a small pool of water in the earth; an odd reflection staring back. She screamed though a screech filled the air, then yanked herself backward. Breathing heavy, she found confidence and crawled towards the pool, gandering.
Her reflection had gone, and four soulless black eyes glared at her. Two from the bear-head crown
and two from the blotchy, black face from the host she controlled. Mouthing hanging, half broken. Teeth chipped, black, and jagged.
