Bloody Murder 2: Closing Camp Novelas e Histórias

Droplets of blood speckled the ground, his clothes, ran down Bryony’s arms and soaked into her socks and sneakers. The murderer—the second murderer, not our Peter—was making a mess of it. Not a professional, obviously, but more likely a young student at the university who was out for an early morning kill, simply to satiate his curiosity. Or he had done it before, but maybe only once or twice, and he still hadn’t developed his skills yet. Poor guy, thought Peter. He really screwed this up. Perhaps he would have had potential, but now nobody will ever know. Bryony’s wide eyes caught sight of Peter, and she fastened her gaze on him neatly, much like the near perfect sound a snap makes when it

Ignoring the cold I sprinted down the stone stairs in just my shirt and shorts, dragging on boots at the bottom of the steps. I got there first, hurtling around the corner just ahead of Beldon and Morrell to find my girl sobbing on her knees, cradling a bloodied bald man in her arms.. There was blood on the snow. So much blood that it had seeped and merged in with the tyre tracks for several metres down the hill towards the rising dawn horizon. “Are they alive?” “Arlen and Sol only just, but these two-” and my heart twisted to recognise the black swirling tattoos caked in red. Axel and Jones. Here less than a day and murdered.

The pain wasn't there, numbness consumed her for a little while and she watched the knife as he pulled it out. The crimson of her blood fell on his hand as it dripped down on the floor. "Wanna tell the truth now?" He asked in calmness. It was as if her blood had calmed his beast down. She continued to watch the blood pouring out. Her eyes flickered up to meet his eyes for a brief second before they fell on the knife plunged into his arm. He was bleeding as well. But there was no pain etched on his face. Icy chills started to engulf her body as her vision became blurry. She blinked rapidly to keep her eyes focused on the ruthless man but her body gave up on her, her body swayed a little. Eyes

he began taking a brief pause, “this case is simple. We have evidence, motive, and opportunity. Maverick Gray was found at the scene of Billy Campbell’s murder. His fingerprints were on the weapon. That alone should be enough.” My heart pounded. Peter didn’t flinch. “What exactly is the motive I'm supposed to have?” I muttered. Alpha James continued, “Billy Campbell was grieving. His mate died two months ago, and he wasn’t the same. He wasn’t picking fights. He wasn’t violent. He was broken. And now he’s dead. The only outsider nearby? This human.” He pointed slightly in my direction, and the wolves behind me growled lowly. The judge raised a hand, quieting them.

I mean I should be feeling better by now. We make our way out of the room and back into the bar and the scene, I mean it's like a scene from Carrie. Blood is splattered everywhere, on the ground, on the walls and then there are bodies everywhere, some decapitated and some with their hearts ripped out. “You did remember me saying that you should take some prisoners right?” I ask Damon. “We did.” He says with a smirk on his face and I just shake my head and the dizzy spell comes again and this time it makes me want to throw up.

Gray trying to stay calm while knowing this isn’t how it was supposed to happen. I can’t be up there. I can’t be with her. So I do the only thing I can. I kill for her. It feels endless—like we’re drowning in bodies. But then Henry slams a final soldier against the wall, his skull cracking like a melon. Garrett wipes blood from his jaw with a snarl. Trevor plants his blade in the floor, chest heaving like a beast at rest. Silence creeps in, broken only by groans of the dying. Smoke curls through the hall, stinging my eyes. My arms are shaking, though I refuse to show it.

I laughed and walked out onto the veranda, taking one last look at Rolf standing amongst the blood before I closed the door to our murder scene. The salt water of the beach helped wash and disguise the smell of the blood until I was home to take a proper shower. Rolf had collected everything he had touched from the house into a plastic bag then drowned the floorboards in bleach before carving hate messages into the walls and filling the microwave with the utensil drawer. If his plan worked, the murder would look like a targeted Soul killing. Once the bag of our evidence was hidden in the backyard, Rolf raced for the shower I just vacated, the overpowering stench of bleach accompanying his vi

". Aiming for the left guard on top of the gates, I pulled the trigger as he turns away from the right guards, once again a head shot. Before the left guard's body touches the floor, I pulled the trigger once again and this time the right guard's head gets popped. As all high vantage points have been neutralized, I come out from the forest and advance to the gate. "Huh?..Hol..< PAASSHH!!..>..".(Gate guard 1) "!!..Ene!!..< BBUUKK!! BBUKK!! ZAASSS!!.>..".(Gate guard 2) As I closed in the first guard noticed me, but before he can finish his sentence, his jaw was blown off by my bullet. The sudden bloody scene shock the second guard, but it was too late I already throwing my fist at his throat w

"I'm here to ensure that Odessa never sees it coming." The old rogue deliberated over us, seine fingers rhythmically drumming on the hilt of his blade. Finally, he nodded. "Very well. What's the plan?" I exhaled, letting the weight of my gamble settle upon me. "We need blood; not just any old blood; plenty of it to make it look convincing." Callum grinned. "That I can provide." The next hour melted away in a storm of planning and setting up for the grim presentation. Callum's rogues filled rags with animal blood and set the scene. I had to make the kill look real-not just for Odessa but to fool the entire camp.

" None ma'am. No connecting fingerprints, no driver's licence. Nothing" This was far worse than I expected, far worse. When will all this end?. Lord, I'm tired. " Thank you agent Mark. I supposed this file has everything I need to know about this shooting." " Yes ma'am. His name and photo the police took at the scene are also included." " Thank you agent Mark, you may leave" I said, slumping on a nearby chair. " Yes ma'am. I assure you that the first daughter will be found safe and sound" he said before taking his leave. Opening the file with shaky hands, I stared into the dead eyes of James Roberts.