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He knew what it was—the insignia of Beocraft. Kevin ambled across the room, browsing through the books on the shelf. Most of the titles and pictures in the books were disturbing. His eyes were drawn to the title of a particular book. Torture technique. The cover page had a disturbing image of a blood-soaked heart being pulled out of a man’s chest by what appeared to be a surgeon. An intense feeling of revulsion grew within him as he stared. Then he noticed a little study table beside the shelf; a lamp and a book sat on top.

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

"Just look at how pathetic you are, Finn. So what if your mother dies? It'll just be one less nuisance." "Shut up!" I screamed. My eyes burned red. I tried to get up, but Hayden kicked me hard in the chest again. I coughed up blood that splattered onto his suit pants. "Do you still think you can talk back?" He crouched down, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at him. "I was the one who caused your father's death. Now your mother's gone too. What are you going to do about it?" "I'll kill you!"

But it wasn’t the act of killing that disturbed me—it was how he wanted it done. “Make it slow,” he had said, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. “Make it painful. And bring me proof.” I’d killed before. Many times. But never like this. Never for someone like him. Back in my hotel room, I stared at the blade Viktor had given me, its edge glinting in the dim light. I told myself it was just another mission, just another name on a list. But deep down, I knew the truth. This wasn’t about the target.

“Knight read an old book that the only way to kill Cyrius is through Nirvana with the use of the dagger, but Nirvana might not survive in the process.” “An old book? What kind of old book?” Califf asked. “An old book Alpha Frye gave us.” “Do you think that’s a kind of prophecy, and do you believe what’s written in the book?” “It seems fitting. I saw how the dagger killed an infected werewolf. It just turned to ashes.” “When was this?” Zarah asked. “While we were at Kain’s old cabin. I was out for a run, and she followed me. I killed a rogue, and she killed an infected.”

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

That night, Caitlin stayed in her room and after an hour, she dropped the sacred book on the table and held a torn-out page close to the burning fire. Her breath shuddered as she stared at a picture of herself in the paper she held and confusion was written all over her face. She does not understand how she is connected to the book or what was written in it but one thing she knows is that, it is not her, but her own child. From everything she read and understood, it says that she is the key and her child will be the savior of mankind when evil is near. She has to offer her own child to save all mankind, including their own kind.