Novel & Cerita Art Of The Kill

Rachel POV "We have to get the Alpha Council involved right now," Art stated with a grim tone I'd never heard him use before. He stood up from Patrick's body with his hands out towards Tyler making me realize it was Tyler who still held the gun. Tyler had been the one to pull the trigger then, the one to kill Patrick, the one to commit murder here in our home. "Here," Tyler murmured, offering the gun to Art who took it between his thumb and forefinger before placing it onto the footlocker at the end of our bed, "It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to go off."

"But Volkov... he is a priority one target. If he resists, we take him down hard." ​"No," Arthur said, turning to face Kael. "You don't just take him down. I want him alive for as long as it takes for him to see me. I want him to know that he didn't win. I want him to understand that Arthur Blackwood is the one who ends this story." ​Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver-plated handgun. He laid it on the tactical table. "I will be the one to pull the trigger. You just deliver him to me."

into my ears, I felt cold and wondered who the next victim was gonna be. Dave died the previous day from an asthma attack which everyone thought but I knew it wasn't. How could I tell anyone that I could see their deaths without sounding delusional? "I'm crazy, this isn't real, please don't let it be" I screamed as I found the right words to express my dilemma. She laughed hysterically and the room echoed. Touching my face, I could feel how cold her hands were as she sheepishly said "It's gonna last forever, this is a blessing don't see it as a curse, you've been blessed with a power that no one could ever imagine".

I was going to carefully consider my options and make the best decision for my company. I sat back in my chair, staring out the window at the bustling city below. Life hadn't been fair for me, but I had made the most of what I had been given. My passion for art and painting made me start up my company, a place for artists to thrive and make a living. The Art Republic was what I named it. And now, it seemed like my hard work was paying off. It may seem strange for someone like me, a capo, to have a passion for something as delicate and peaceful as art, but for me, it was a way to escape the harsh reality of my life.

THERE HE WAS. The literal bane of my existence and cause of my death. And he came prepared, with sunglasses on, probably expecting me to come like this. The same could be said about his two loyal dogs. Adonis and Sohan. Both are also the first children of their respective Houses, of the same rank as Elodie. And well... Us. But their pride was too big to handle. And they also hate me, and would very much gladly kill me if anyone asked. Oh, they blame me for Avy's death as well.

She could sense the darkness, the pain, now, as she looked into Art’s eyes and told the strange thing that happened. “His beauty was like an illusion, Art. When I didn’t cross, he changed, face dark, eyes gleaming with death… oh, I saw my death in them. And then there was pain in my body – another mind game, and he had so many in his pockets. If we want to win, we have to know more, learn more and three months, it is so short.”

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Aya gags, I clench, and am working through every way I know how to kill a person before they can blink. Our art form, Shin-ki, literally translates as the Shadow Kill. Shinkori aren’t strictly assassins, but it doesn’t change the foundation of our knowledge. It is meant to be uses on Devils. The true threat and actual enemy of all people. If not, for the peace of our nations.