A Flick of the Hook
A sudden jolt pulsed right through my ribs, setting an inner ember ablaze! My jaw clicked loose with a rasping creak. I stared down at my right arm—frozen metal no longer. With a sharp flick of my wrist, I swung my curved hook forward and tapped the dark wooden frame beside me. *Tink!* Crisp, solid sound echoed through the gloom. I tilted my head, catching the gleam of yellow light dancing across my own metal tip. Alive... Ha! The stage is mine!