Bite Of 87 Victim Novels & Stories

That I will protect all the little girl's of the city. But, here I am, like that child again. Afraid, glued on the spot. Staring at that evil man positioned on top of that littl girl. It's like feeling my hands trembling again. I am lost in a dark tunnel, and I can't find the end of it. We now have fourteen victims as of yesterday. The last one was Penelope Garner. Her father reported her missing the same night she was gone from her room. She was taken by someone in the middle of the night.

Let the Old Bigot complain about the noise when everyone in their neighborhood was outside enjoying themselves while she sat in her living room and choked on her own bile. Alex knew that he should probably show some compassion for her, given the circumstances of the previous day, but somehow he just couldn’t dredge it up for a person like her. By eleven thirty he’d found no violent crime from 1984 except that of Joe diMucci. He thought there were plenty of similarities—the removal of body parts for one, though the girls had been beheaded and dismembered, and diMucci had his heart removed. He was fairly certain that the type of wound was similar, but he’d have to compare the photos of diMucci

She stroked his temple as she mentally cursed the ambulances for taking so long. Mitchell was the eighth victim to be transported. It was a full half hour after the shootings had occurred. He had lapsed in and out of consciousness during that Time. Christine made certain that his wounds were bleeding as little as possible and comforted him as much as she could while they waited.

When Eden flashes me a wide smile, I know I succeeded in falsifying my intentions. It’s for the best anyways. No one wants to die because they had fun. I can hear the news reports now. Girl mauled by animals, found ripped apart in the woods eight years after her mother saw the same fate. Said victim was seen having fun with her two best friends when she was lured away by an unknown assailant. Suspect is still at large. Putting a stop to more questions or allowing speculation to poke holes in my facade, I begin to flip through channels. I settle on some lame reality show.

He was a research doctor and a friend of Governor Silas. "It's been a while," Silas said, his eyes trained on Trevor. "I am sorry about your daughter." Dr. Greg said. He had heard about the recent happenings. He was trying to gather evidence because of the similar bite on each victim's neck. He was overjoyed when the suspect was caught and coming to see for himself was what he came for He hadn't thought of running into one of his old friends. "I believe she is in a better place now and this bástárd will pay for it," Governor Silas said. He pointed the gun at Trevor once more but Dr. Greg gripped his hand.

This time, Vincent must return, but with a different identity. *** A detective walked quickly towards Michael Emerson's room to look for him. He got a strange murder case file. "Mike, look at this! There was a victim report about a man biting another person, like the case at the hospital," said the detective to Michael, who was busy looking for new evidence. Jake, in the room, directly approached the table to see the file. "What really happened? Why are there starting to be so many vampire cases like this?" Mike said he was confused.

he said for Alex to frown. “My wife's parents, where are they?” He asks. “ I’m with Mrs. Smith, Mr. John is at home alone,” he said for Alex to stand up. Immediately he carried his coat and left his office. Immediately he drove towards his penthouse that was miles away. It took him two hours to get there, he saw an ambulance carrying the victim of the blast. “ Mr McCollum, it’s a blast from a letter bomb. Seven victims, two injured and five dead” the cop said to Alex who was looking around when he saw Gloria crying.

I had no solid evidence to support that theory, but it seemed reasonable considering half of his intestines were missing. I had anticipated, or perhaps hoped, that the agent would show some signs of discomfort, but she surprised me by maintaining a neutral expression throughout. Just another thing to frustrate me. She lounged in my leather chair, sipping coffee while I continued to probe the man's abdomen. "Subject appears to have a bite mark from a large canine, the animal's teeth approximately five inches in length. Approximately one half of his upper and a portion of the victim's lower intestines were ripped out, bite mark indicating by sharp canines." Why was she sitting there studying m

“You will NOT touch him!” I saw him before I heard him, Mitchell had raced in and grabbed Peter. He pulled him forward with one arm and punched him with the other, all at the same time. Get it, Mitchell. Elyse and Cheri both grabbed Chris on opposing sides and slammed him face into the table. Lucas joined Mitchell in handling Peter. Two more men ran in from the back of the store. I guess they came prepared too. I told Riley to stay behind me and rushed over to grab my pocket knife out of victim #1’s head. In one motion, I pulled it out of shorty’s head and into one of the new guy’s temporal lobes. Down he went.

Are there more than two involved? On her center table I read the report about a case. “Victim— Jayden Bieber and Theresa Babylon. Crime— attempted murdered! An anonymous tempered with Jayden's car brake.” My chest tightened, millions of thoughts congested my heart. My instincts paused me from asking. “Dr Rachael, an anonymous is after me and my girlfriend’s life. Someone tampered with my car brake.” Jayden's tone rise in confusion. “Our suspect is Joe Biden. He's a mafia lord and my business rival.”