A Killers Mind Novels & Stories

’ Billy’s face lit up with positivity as soon as I uttered the word ‘No’. ‘So, why don’t you want to talk about it my pretty? ‘Because Billy, I am a murderer. I cannot believe that not too long ago, I Petunia just killed two people.’ I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards the window. I started crying hysterically, almost forgetting that Billy was still in the room. It began to hit me that, two sisters were dead and I was the killer. ‘Okay okay okay, calm down my pretty,’ Billy held me and spoke softly to me. ‘You don’t want your neighbours to know what we had done right? So sit down and just breath.’ He held me gently and placed me on the bed in a sleeping position.

By tomorrow morning my face would be splashed across newspapers and television screens. My mind seemed to be accelerating while my body steadily slowed down. I couldn’t do what they expected me to do. I had to bluff and counter-bluff instead. This had become one of those he-thinks-that-I-think-that-he-thinks situations, where every player tried to predict the other’s next move before making their own. I had two minds to consider. One belonged to a deeply furious policeman who believed I’d manipulated him like an idiot. The other belonged to a sadistic killer who knew exactly how to reach my wife and daughter.

Even if you _are_ time. “Four controls minds,” Nero said. “Not like Alphas. Not command. _Invasion_. He gets _in_. Lives there. Whispers. Makes you do things.” He touched his own temple. “Cold men used him to make enemies kill themselves. Spies. Kings. One thought, _wrong_, and they’d walk off buildings smiling.” Rylan, in my lap, made a discontented noise. Like _he_ could hear it too. “Where is he?” Kieran asked.

Some were sitting perfectly still but had trouble breathing, some were feeling restless while others could feel a flutter in their stomachs. Among them, a figure sat calmly, mirroring the grief of the others by a watery eye or a look of encouragement. It was all a ruse ... a mask of pain deceiving the people around, making them think that this mind was capable of feeling sadness. It wasn’t. That emotion had long gone ... substituted by hate. For the last six months, this mind had only one thought ... one purpose, the destruction of Esha Arora. I can’t stop now. There’s more work to be done. The rain started drumming heavily against the dark windows

His answer was straight, making her think once again. Use your brain, Allie… she chanted inwardly, not wanting to feel some kind of sympathy towards him. But unfortunately, she was getting affected by his words. He is a killer. He is impressed by seeing blood. He loves to torture. And that was his illness. He was sick of his barbaric mind and it was because of being caged all the time. Really? Her subconscious questioned her discussion, taking place in her mind. No? She frowned, thinking deeply.

“That is my name. Good job.” Eddie’s triumph faded. “Wh… b… but I know your identity. Y… you should be panicking right now.” Kessler rolled his eyes again, then continued filling the syringe with the liquids from the vials, looking like he was skilled at it. “A name doesn’t mean jack shit, Eddie dear.” He gave him a pitying look. “Besides, who would ever believe a mentally unstable murderer?” Eddie deflated. “Bu… but you said I was your partner.” He whimpered out.

"This is the first wave. It gets worse if we slip. But I am not ending this. Not after Chicago. Not with what we know now." Kade gripped my shoulder. "Good. Because I need you in this fight. We hit back at the syndicate soon. Use the USB. Expose your old man careful." "Yeah," I said. "But first survive the rumors. Team meeting tomorrow. Act normal there too." He smirked. "Normal is overrated. See you later at yours. Back door." I watched him walk off down the hall. My phone would not stop buzzing. Rumors spreading like wildfire already. Captain and the killer. Close. Too close.

He, who had terrified the world's underground organization, had never thought that he would end up like this. "Don't try to scare me. I can't possibly tell you where the Black Sheep Organization's headquarters is," the gold card killer said through gritted teeth. "Do you really think you still have a choice?" Samuel slowly squatted down, his pupils starting to turn white. When the gold medal killer saw this scene, all the hairs on his body instantly stood up and his scalp felt numb. Immediately, he felt that something was drilling into his mind, and no matter how hard he tried to resist it, it did not help.

I braced myself. It was exactly like my first day. The same overwhelming rush of voices, the same endless stream of thoughts colliding inside my head. Back then, everyone had been terrified of me. They had built walls around their minds, carefully choosing every word and every thought because they knew I could hear what they tried to hide. But today? Today, nobody cared about hiding. The thoughts came freely. Almost intentionally. Like they wanted me to know exactly what they thought of me. [First assignment, and she almost gets our best detective killed.]

Elliot’s face was full of confusion. “His psychological illness,” I replied. Elliot snorted. “What is that word, huh? Mind to elaborate, please.” “I mean, we should stop it, right? He can’t keep on hurting himself like this!” I cried my voice out and pointed at Zarion’s open and closed wounds. Blood still glistening on the table with apparent crimsoness “I think it’s a psychological illness, Elliot. We call it when someone’s—” “Wait, I get it. You think Zarion’s crazy? Humans are really ridiculous, aren’t you?” Elliot was right, though. We can sometimes be ridiculous. He stuck out his tongue, and showed his hands at me to prove a point.