Todos los capítulos de The Vegetative Killer: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

I was in a coma for five years. In that time, the ten soldiers assigned to guard me died. The first thing I did when I woke up was turn myself in, yet the FBI couldn't charge me with a thing. No one believed a person in a coma could kill.Finally, I watched the tenth soldier die in front of everyone. The crowd was furious, and I was thrilled. My plan had worked.A strange silence fell over the FBI headquarters."Victoria was a renowned young artist before her accident. They said God kissed her hands. The girl wouldn't even hurt a fly.""What's more interesting is that she was lying in a hospital bed for five solid years. What did she do, send out hit orders with her brainwaves?"Even though I had confessed, no one believed me.Some even snickered, convinced I was mentally unstable and ready to have me committed.I adjusted my posture, leaning back elegantly in the chair and speaking nonchalantly."The first victim, Luigi, was strangled with high-voltage wire, his tongue torn out. The

The Gambino capo pointed at me, his fingers short and thick, adorned with three gold rings."I figured it out. The victims all have one thing in common.""Their brothers, sons, or close friends all went missing five years ago!"A jolt shot through me.Miller caught my reaction. He opened the car door, gesturing for the capo to continue."My guess is, on the surface, Victoria is an art prodigy. Secretly, she's an information broker.""Those men only got close to her because they were desperate to find their missing loved ones.""And what happened? She took their money, gave them nothing, and sent them to hell!"The theory was simple, convincing, and it worked.The crowd erupted again, their anger burning hotter than before."Devil! Using our love for our families to make a profit!""Kill her! Nail her to a cross!"Miller stood in front of me, his hand on his holster, shouting to maintain order.I leaned against the armored car door. Instead of defending myself, I just raised an eyebrow.

Enzo's death was a blatant insult to the FBI.Miller had finally lost his patience.Since conventional methods had failed, they decided to call in the big guns."If we can't get the truth from anyone else, then I'll just have to make you talk."They brought in a top criminal profiler from Quantico headquarters, Dr. Sterling.He was the man who had single-handedly broken three serial killers, compelling them to confess."Use whatever means necessary. Just make her tell the truth."Miller scoffed, "I'd like to see how a woman in a coma could have executed ten men!"I sat in the steel chair, tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, and gave him a challenging smile."Good. It's been a while since I've had a conversation with an intelligent man."Dr. Sterling was utterly confident he'd get the job done.In his decades-long career, he had helped the Bureau solve countless cold cases.The most hardened criminals became putty in his hands.After all, the subconscious cannot lie.Countless

Miller followed me into the unmonitored, sealed room.When he emerged, Agent Miller was as pale as a ghost, staggering so badly he could barely stand.No matter how the director roared and demanded answers, he kept his lips sealed, his eyes terrifyingly vacant.That night, a mentally shattered Miller was forcibly committed to a top-level FBI safe house, guarded by twelve heavily armed special agents.I was locked away in a solitary cell for high-risk inmates.Everything seemed to hit pause.But the next morning, a bombshell dropped.Miller had vanished.The special agent in charge of his detail was ready to eat his gun."Not even a fly got out last night! The windows are bulletproof, the door is fingerprint-locked! How could he just disappear into thin air?"The safe house was empty, save for a note on the nightstand, covered in Miller's hasty, frantic scrawl:"I know the truth.""I am requesting ten days from my superiors. During that time, you must not touch Victoria."The FBI went i

The truth, like a scalpel cutting through rotten flesh, was laid bare for the world to see.When the DNA comparison results appeared on the big screen, the room fell silent.Those "beasts," roaring mindlessly in their cages.They were Enzo's missing brother, Dr. Sterling's kidnapped son, the grandson a matriarch of a fallen family had searched for day and night.Silas wasn't running a fight club.He was running a living hell.He kidnapped young heirs from lower-tier Mafia families or poor households and, using unknown drugs, brainwashed them, destroyed their vocal cords, and altered their faces with surgery.During this process, he broke their bones, molding them into the shape of beasts.He transformed living, breathing human beings into mindless gladiatorial machines, capable only of killing.Because the fighters in his club possessed human intelligence, they could perform bloody spectacles that real animals could never learn, attracting the attention of the world's wealthiest and ra