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"She's not the first victim Lia, there's already five of them." That is what haunts my mind over and over again. I feel like I have a broken license plate. All six were victims. The first victim was a senior high school student. She was a tall, white woman. The same goes for the next two but this time they’re already in college. In the fourth and fifth there are jobs like mine. And lastly, Jena is studying in med school.

He asked causing me to smirk. “You think I punished you?” I sneered next, feeling unending disgust pass through my body. “How dare you say that when it's me who suffered the most?!” I yelled. “I literally lost two people in my life! My best friend and you! And you dare try to play the victim game!” Not to mention, I'm pregnant! I wanted to include that last part but I swallowed it deep within me. It wasn't meant for anyone to know. Only me.

I dodged all his bullets and got to him, sinking my fangs into him. The eighth person finally got out of his shock and began to move back, dropping his bat. He turned and began to run to his car as I dropped the body of the seventh guy. I sped and got behind him as he opened the car door, pulling him back. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that?” I asked as he reached for his gun. I sank my teeth into him and bit him, making sure to get him too. I stepped back, full, and turned to them.

He shook his head, his eyes haunted as he tried to convey something to me. "No, you don't get it. She is the eight victim in the past three months. This is no longer an accident. The beta squad white necro wolf refuses to do it by himself. It's messing with his head how sick this is so please, help out. I'll pay you. I thought about you the moment I saw the victim." “What? Why me?”

Becker recomposed himself and explained, “The seven dead victims were ambushed with secret weapons. From the looks of the wounds, they look like the Japanese ninja’s shuriken.” Xavion furrowed his brow and asked coldly, “What did you just say? Japanese ninja?!”

He was then allowed to speak. Bryan approached him. “State your name.” “My name is Victor. I'm forty-two years old. I was the personal driver to the late Mr. Johnson.” “Tell this court what happened.” Victor swallowed nervously. “One day, while returning from an errand my boss sent me on, four men attacked me. They blindfolded me and took me somewhere.” His voice trembled. “When they removed the blindfold, I saw Kelvin.” The courtroom became silent. “He threatened to hurt my two children if I refused to cooperate with him.” Victor lowered his eyes.

Just looking at it makes me sick. Then the chaos started once they met a drugged victim as he attacked the first person he saw. All I could hear in the video footage was guns firing, screaming, and death. Bostin was the last to survive for a minute until one of the victims approached him and grabbed his head, staring at the camera. He rips it off the helmet, and the video captured the drugged person putting his thumb on Bostin's eyes, pressing it, and letting out a scream of pain and agony before his head was snapped. I put the tablet down and rested my elbow on the island counter, brushing my hair back before dropping my head. "Shit."

The common point of all five cases is that the victims targeted by the perpetrators are all from the elite. The victim was Mr Bill Johnson, fifty-eight years old, a prominent politician preparing to run for office. He is known worldwide for his politeness and kindness and regularly does charity activities at orphanages. This case seems to add an aftershock to the already rough lake surface of the current society, especially when the perpetrator has not been caught.

His eyes grew a size bigger when they landed on her fingers imprinted cheek. Did someone hit her? And the thought makes his teeth grind in pure fury. Blaze hit her. His mind concluded. That bastard dared to raise his hand on her. How badly he wants that that piece of a shit was alive and he would have used different techniques and kill him for the millionth times. He would have cut down his hands and fed the dogs of his estate. But before he did that deed, Victor killed him. “The screen is broken. I got it beside the tree.” Victor showed him the cell phone and placed the packet she was carrying beside their sitting place. “Get it repaired.” ******

“Thank you for coming.” I just nod, my eyes fixed on the sheets. "We have two victims," she says, gesturing to the tables. "The adult female and the child." My breath hitches. Cora. I take a step forward, my legs feeling like lead. I'm terrified of what I'm about to see, of what I'm about to confirm. But I have to do this. I have to know. Officer Larry pulls back the sheet on the first table, revealing a small, charred body.