The ghoul responsible for the slaughter of his entire family is back, and bodies are turning up around the city. With Murphy Hartfield’s death, Kevin is perturbed—for Natasha’s sake. He knows it’s only a matter of time before her body will be the next they would find on the streets of Burnout, unless he quells any affection he has for her—a great sacrifice which he is unwilling to make. Although still mourning the loss of his fiancée, he couldn’t deny this newfound affection for Natasha. And no matter how hard he tried to stay away from her, fate always brings them back together—until she was captured by the same figure that had taken his fiancée months ago. It could prove fatal if he lost her too.
View More“Where is the boy?” he questioned calmly—voice sounding dangerously low.
“Go to hell!” she bawled, glaring at him with scorn.
T-Murek snorted at her rage. “Do you want to die like this?” he gestured towards Sinclair’s body, which lay just a few inches away. “In a matter of minutes, your husband’s body would serve as food for creatures that walk these woods. Do you want same fate to befall you?”
Rebecca was crying, yet she felt furious. She snarled at him, her eyes bloodshot and filled with unrestrained rage. “You would have to kill me before I let you lay a hand on my son, you bastard!”
Rebecca couldn’t understand where the sudden courage to face T-Murek came from. She felt invincible at that moment, like she could do anything—like she could take him on.
“Very well.” His lips curled into a scornful smile. “We’ll have it your way.”
Her hands folded into a tight fist and remained at her side. And just then, she understood where the courage came from. She drew strength from the desire to keep her son alive. It scared her that she felt no fear facing him.
Before she could even stop to think, T-Murek was already onto her—his sharp claws opened to tear her—but she was quick to respond. She punched him hard in the gut, sending him crashing back into the tree behind.
T-Murek, surprised, quickly got up, a grin settling on his lips. “Not bad at all,” he commended, sounding calm. “Not bad.”
She was breathing fast, chest heaving rapidly. In the next instance, T-Murek clutched her neck and slammed her back against a tree bark, pinning her down. Everything happened faster than her eyes could process.
Pressing her neck against the tree, he slowly lifted her off her feet. “Now, I’m going to ask again.” This time he sounded meaner—perhaps angrier even. “Where… is… the boy?”
Rebecca let out a choking gasp. She wiggled her feet in mid-air, struggling to escape his tight grip. Blood dribbled out of her mouth. Then suddenly, she stopped fighting. Her arms dropped and her lips curved into a faint smile.
T-Murek, puzzled by her smile, narrowed his eyes at her. “What amuses you?”
“You really want to know?” she gurgled, and her smile got a bit more inscrutable. “I’m going to die today knowing you’ll never lay a finger on my baby boy.”
The soft cry of an infant echoed off the trees. Her eyes widened in deep horror. T-Murek slowly turned to look in the direction where he heard the cry. His smile reappeared.
“What’s that you were saying again?” there was silent laughter in his voice.
Her strength ebbed away. She struggled to fight through his grip, but he was just too strong and wouldn’t let go. “T-Murek Please, I’m begging you... don’t hurt him,” she whimpered between her sobs, her lips trembling.
T-Murek tightened his grip around her neck, choking her. “Too bad there’d be no one to watch as I torture you.” He quickly let go of her and Rebecca dropped with a thud. She rubbed her neck, gasping for air.
“But I’d make sure you watch as I rip the boy’s heart right through his chest.”
He started towards where he heard the cry. There, he saw the little infant lying at the foot of the tree where Rebecca had left him. Just as he bent to pick him up, Rebecca gripped his right foot and restrained him, which almost caused him to stumble. He quickly swung a foot to kick her head, burying her face in mud.
Rebecca slowly got up, her face mixed with blood and mud, her grip still tight on his foot. She didn’t slet go. She gazed up at T-Murek—a pitiful look on her face, hoping to gain his sympathy. Almost immediately, his fist bumped into her face. The impact sent her spinning backward. Her vision blurred. Her nose felt broken, and her upper lips swollen.
T-Murek took the little boy in his arms and sauntered towards her. The boy started crying from the discomfort that he felt as T-Murek carried him.
Rebecca turned to look upon the lifeless body of her husband, then returned her gaze to T-Murek. She felt a renewed urge to fight, not for herself, but for her little boy. For she would gladly die if by any slim chance her son will get to live. When she tried to get up, her strength failed her; sharp pain ripple through every inch of her body, and she collapsed back on the floor.
Rebecca swallowed hard, her eyes closing as her strength ebbed away. “Please—” Her voice came out strained. “—don’t hurt him. Break me, torture me, rip my soul apart, do whatever you want with me, but just let the boy live, I’m begging you.”
T-Murek ignored her plea. “What’s his name?” he inquired, eyes fixed on the child.
“H-he hasn’t…” Rebecca stuttered, “He hasn’t been named yet.” Blood spilled from the wound T-Murek had inflicted on her neck.
T-Murek looked down at the child in his arm and smiled with such tender fatherly love. “He reminds me so much of my little brother, Kevin,” he said, smiling down at him. “Kevin suffered a brutal torture at my hands just before he died.”
T-Murek crouched, bringing himself nose-to-nose with Rebecca. He sounded dead serious as he spoke. “Do you know I had to stitch my brother’s eyes so they remain open while I torture him? I did this so he could see everything I did to his body. I didn’t let him blink. Not even for a second.”
His breath poured on her face as he spoke. “—and when I finally took the gag off his mouth, I asked him if he had anything to say to appreciate the beauty of my work on him. God, you should have seen how beautifully I carved his flesh,” he jabbered, leaning forward.
“And do you know what he said to me?”
Rebecca had no interest in whatever he was saying. She fixed her gaze on the child crying in his arm. T-Murek’s claws had dug into his soft tender skin and blood was now streaming down his little arm.
“He said, I beg you, just let me die,” T-Murek raved, laughing hysterically. The child in his arm cried.
“Shuu! shuu! shuu! shuu! Hush now, Kevin,” he said to calm the child.
“Kevin?” Rebecca cried.
“You said he has no name; I just gave him one. After all, he would die just like my little brother.”
“No…” she shrieked.
“He won’t die today though. Too bad you won’t live long enough to witness the day I torture him.”
He slit her throat open with the jagged blade. Rebecca gasped, holding her neck as blood spilled.
“Don’t let him suffer… for too long… after you’ve tortured him,” she gurgled and coughed. “… just give him a quick death.”
Her arms fell. Her world went dark, and she collapsed on the floor, dead, beside her husband.
The little boy’s cry filled the air.
Derik walked out of the hospital. Full of smiles as he edged towards his car. For the first time he felt like he had done something worth it.“Things are going to differ from here on out.”When he had entered his car, he plugged the keyhole to start the engine, but then his phone started ringing. He looked over it to check the caller ID. Horror crept over him when he saw the name.Murphy.He froze, his body trembling.I don’t understand.He felt his body quivered.I have never saved Murphy’s contact on my phone. How then is someone calling my phone with the name of a dead officer?He felt nervous as he picked the call. Placing the phone gently over his ear, he uttered a soft hello. He heard nothing—just a cold silence from the other end. He knew someone was listening. Then the call ended.Derik felt a cold shiver racing down his spine. Sudden
She felt something hard and smooth press against her chest. Suddenly, what felt like a thousand volts raced through her, forcing her back to reality. Gasping, she was back in the same room, lying prostrate on a table with her chest bathed in blood. She met T-Murek’s gaze. “You can’t die just yet, not until I’m fully satisfied,” he reminded her.T-Murek dropped the defibrillators gently onto the table, turning to Kevin with a condescending smile. He searched his face for any sign of revulsion, but found none—just a blank stare.T-Murek took a glove from his bag pack and put it on. Then he pushed his fingers through Natasha’s chest. He felt her heartbeat intensify. She uttered a shrill cry at the intense pain. Thereafter, her face remained frozen, her eyes wide and wild. She felt his finger diving in deeper. More blood spilled on her chest.Kevin sat on the chair, watching with bloods
Natasha was fast asleep as she stood erect, hands tied behind the pole. T-Murek trudged towards her. He couldn’t contain his excitement. And reaching her, he threw his fist to her face, and it collided with her nose. Natasha came awake with a sharp cry. Her eyes were dark, cupped by fleshy pouches and radiating fear. Her lips appeared swollen, and blood dripped from her nose. She looked up at T-Murek with dread. Her entire body quivered at the mere sight of him. Natasha noticed she was standing naked before him and moved her hands to cover her nakedness, but found that they were tied behind the pole. Sweat broke on her brows as she struggled with all her might, letting out scared whimpers. But the rope would not give. Her wrists were hurting from the struggle. Closing in on her, T-Murek cupped her jaw and spoke to her face. “I’m not going to lie, this is going to be a really bad day for you, sweetheart.” His playful tone concealed a lethal truth. Nata
Lawrence’s escape from custody was something Derik had seen coming. He received the news of the incident with dismay and drove down to the scene to see for himself the extent of the damage.When he arrived, he found that the road had been completely sealed off by the police officers that were on ground. They were wrapping the bodies in plastic bags. Derik gawked at the number of corpses that were aligned on the road. An intense feeling of revulsion grew within him. They lay like slaughtered animals in a waste of blood. Every officer in that vehicle had been butchered like animals. None was spared.Seeing them that way bothered him. He needed to find wherever they’d taken Natasha, lest she ends up this way. Time was running out, and he was getting really desperate. He couldn’t imagine how he’d react if Natasha’s body turned up like these. An uncanny feeling spread throughout his body at the thought that he would be too late by the time she was
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Lawrence’s door fell open, and the three men entered at once. The room inside was neatly arranged to look like an official business office premises. There were a couple of files arranged on the linoleum and some books lay around the corner. There was a big drawer just beside where the files were placed, and above it, a big poster taped to the wall; it was a photograph of Lawrence in a cowboy’s hat. On the table, a dozen hardcover notes and some files that had been sorted into their various orders were arranged.Derik searched the books lying on the table, flipping through each page. Found nothing.William moved to the big drawer and pulled out the drawer arm. It had a couple of files arranged inside. He moved onto the next; and when he’d found nothing inside, he pushed the drawer in and moved on to the next one to look.Alex looked over at the posters and ink paintings on the wall. He observed them closely for anything suspicious.De
When he opened the door, he met Alex waiting in his office. He quickly apologized. “I’m really sorry for keeping you. I was with the kid you mentioned earlier. He’s finally been apprehended. Turns out he is one of them. He’s now in the hard interview room.”“That’s the reason I’m here,” Alex said. “It’s about the call you made earlier concerning a former military personnel, Cedric.”His nerves grew ever more taut. “Did you find anything?”“I found some records with the name, Cedric, on the Fallout city police database, but it only dates back to a year ago. No record of Cedric was found after a year ago. His full name wasn’t documented in any of Fallout’s military records. His age, date of birth, the cities he lived in, and his parent’s ID, were all missing from their database. It is almost as if every piece of information about him disappeared after he retired. I ran his face on facial recognition for any information about him, and all I found was the profile he had submitted to Fallou
A fluorescent lamp shone brightly above as Kevin sat in the interrogation room, back straight, wrist cuffed. He stared blankly at the white walls. His feet were bound with a loose chain and tied to the chair. He sat facing William, whose foot couldn’t stop tapping the floor.William shot a glance at him. “Do you know what day it is?”“April 25th,” he mumbled.“That is only a day to your damn birthday!” William thundered, slamming his hands on the table. “In less than twenty-four hours, my baby girl would be tortured to death, and her body would be dumped on the street, just like the ones we’ve seen so far,” he muttered.Leaning forward, he continued. “I lost her mother a few days back, and now Natasha. I will not sit by and do nothing while my daughter dies. I will find where they’ve taken her, if it be the end of me, and you’re going to help me.”Kevin spoke in a low voice.
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