Danganronpa Killer Killer Novels & Stories

"Then I heard the infamous Slater wanted me of all people to work for him." I slid a sheet of paper over to him, watching as his eyes dropped to it before falling onto the bracelet on my wrist. He had a single mission. A plan devised by 'Detective Rhee' to get him to remember his old life. I genuinely didn't care whether he did or didn't but she was too stubborn. His mission was to kill Frank Parker, the roommate of his ex-girlfriend. She didn't agree to any killing but Parker needed to go. She hoped that upon seeing his ex, he'd remember her and his life would go back to normal. She obviously watched too much television.

None of them had gotten it right. The real thing standing in my doorway, catching the light from my hall lamp was something else entirely. It was not costume. It was not theater. It was a specific, intentional, centuries-old object, and it was being worn by a man who had chosen it the way a man chooses a signature. The Verdict Killer was standing in my living room. I want to be precise about what that meant. Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle.

Ronan was standing nearby, watching me, his expression unreadable. I turned to Kael, my voice steady. "He didn't lie. Every death you've been investigating, I was the killer. Kelvin, the representative from Israel that came for the nuclear weapon you wanted to talk about—I knew I couldn't let you have that power, so I killed him. It started from him. And it has continued and continued and continued. And it would have ended with your head. But somehow, this fool—" I turned to Ronan, waving the gun toward him, "—tried to ruin my plan. Tried to take my victory away from me." I turned the gun back toward Kael. "But it hasn't ended. It will never end. Not until you leave this world by my hands."

Whoever interferes with me, I will kill him and we will both go to hell. ***

"Right. I said if you please me, but you didn't. So you broke that agreement first. Not me." "I bloody pleased you!" I yelled, unable to control my rage. "I did everything I could…” "Except telling me the goddamn truth, bitch!" He retorted aggressively, almost grabbing me, but I quickly moved back. Luckily, he didn't insist. He just adjusted on the bed but his gaze was slicing me up. "I'm not a fool, Killer. It's not possible that you magically got so good at deepthroating. You must have done it with someone else and I need to know who. I need a fucking name!"

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

AUTHOR’S POV: Once Zara passed out, the killer pulled his silver weapon out of his hood. He raised his hand in the air to finish his task and brought it towards her chest but someone stopped him by grabbing his hand in the air. The killer looked at his left to see the owner of the hand and was left shocked because the person standing in front, was least expected to be there. It was Sunny. Sunny eyes widen seeing the infamous killer so close to him. He was shocked but didn’t let the feeling take over himself and with all his might he pushed the killer harshly back. The hooded killer stumbled and fell into the cold water. Then moved towards Zara,

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

"Your maths teacher.... he was one of us and you killed him. So, we decided to kill you. But, we changed our mind and decided to make you our weapon. Within the past couple of years you spent in the mad house, we have been grooming you for the moment when you would be turned. We planned everything right up till this moment" Angry tears fills my eyes and Dale grips my hair and tugs my head backwards. "What do you want from me?" I demand through gritted teeth. "We have a mission for you and it is to get rid of Danika Simmons" the female states and I freeze. "What?" "Her father has been working with our long time enemy. That's all you need to know" I let out a strangled gasp when I'm suddenly i