Cliff Burton Death Novels & Stories

As the forces rippled outward, the force from Ashton's single finger pierced straight through Burt's heart. Blood sputtered out of Burt's heart as he dropped to his knees, his expression etched with horror and despair. His life force was almost expended. In his final moments, he finally saw just how insignificant he was. At the same time, he began worrying for Flint. Ashton was a horrifying opponent, but he no longer had the chance to warn Flint. Burt took his final breath before collapsing on his side, dead at last. The wind howled, but it couldn't remove the stench of blood from the air.

She hastened to the wardrobe and began with the drawers. Every part of the room held a memory. The drawer she opened brought to sight many documents. The first document was an affidavit through which Clinton changed his name to Anthony Kings. She kept searching, her hands quivering vigorously. She ferreted out medical reports about the incident in 2002 when he got shot. According to the medical records, Clinton died and was taken to the morgue in November 2002. A month after the incident. Exactly the day Clinton's death was announced. All that was a lie. Clinton survived. “He survived,” Kayla whispered with a voice stained with sorrow and tears.

And their meeting would probably be scheduled for next week, if only she hadn't had the ill-fated accident. "All good! There's nothing to worry about," Mr. Cliffton said, his friendly smile looking genuine. The smile she remembers has been long gone since her son died by suicide. "Ehm, Vero... do you remember, what happened to you until you entered the hospital?" asked Mr. Cliffton.

“Why do I smell death here?” On the Black Cliff, people strictly followed the ancient rules of the sea sorceress, and everyone knew about it. Nocté had seen dead people: they swelled, turned blue or turned pale from being in the water for a long time. The current smell was alarming, making the pounding of the heart painfully reverberate in the chest.

I stood still with the tray in my hands as I watched the news with curiosity and shock. "Love" a voice said behind me making me snap my head towards them. "Sorry, I was coming up but they took a bit longer with making the coffee" I lied not wanting to tell him about the incident. "No problem love....come...I'll hold the tray" he offered and took the tray off me. We were about walk further until I stopped my eyes widening in fear, shock and sadness while Dario looked at me in confusion. "From the investigation reports, we have sadly found out that the young woman fell from a cliff and had instantly died once she hit the ground. Clara Garner, age 28 was found dead at 10.30pm yesterday at-"

Whoever he was looking at seemed to have suddenly removed the drunkenness in him and he had to blink several times and shake his head. Jordan turned back and found Maya, placing a comforting arm around Cass, who is sobbing beside her. She is currently consoling his niece with comforting words. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Clifford asked intently. “What did you say?!” Jordan suddenly asked, the question Clifford gave sent warning bells into his mind. “Supposed to be dead? What the f8ck do you mean by that?!” Clifford pointed at Maya. “She’s supposed to be dead!!!” He shouted and panic suddenly reflected in his eyes. “S-She died in that accident!”

I will die for them, even if it's the last that I would do. ---------------------------- A riot erupted at the Burton Grove Penitentiary. Dozens were injured, and three inmates died. One of the injured inmates wa Theodore Burnett. He intentionally included himself in the hopes that he will get hurt. Because he needed to get into the Penitentiary's clinic. That is the only way for him to escape.

He was especially fond of Cheers when he first came to the states and chose to go by Clifford forever more. Bryony turned to Clifford and took hold of his withered hands earnestly. He flushed slightly under his leathery skin, but the storm light of the day hid it nicely. “Clifford, wherever I go, women get murdered. Little girls. The first crush that I ever had, a beautiful boy on his skateboard, and a man who loved me enough to murder himself instead. It’s as if death is a bolt of lightning, and it’s striking all around me, looking for its target.”

He would also never leave any traces. If Zach wanted someone to be killed, Fred would be his best choice to perform the act. And Fred was more than willing to do that for his partner. Fred's assistant said, "But we can't just keep cleaning up his mess for him every time. When the Burton family died in prison, our affairs almost got exposed." Fred was wiping his gun when he heard that, and a hint of cold light flashed past his emotionless, sharp eyes. In the next moment, a loud sound could be heard. The person who was standing in front of him suddenly fell to the ground. Smoke was still coming out of the gun muzzle.

Instead, a resounding bang came from the office. The gun’s muzzle in Clifford Hann’s hand lit up with a flash as a bullet pierced through Clint’s skull. Clint’s eyes widened as he fell to the ground with a dull thud. Perhaps he wasn’t even able to react until his death. He had obviously chosen to live but was shot by Clifford instead. Mikhael and Davina stood aside, paled, as they shivered. Clifford put away his gun and rushed up to Tyr. “I didn’t kill the wrong person, did I, boss?”