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she asked. "Soñar," She gasped again and smiled, "I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope Soñar gets repaid badly for his misdeeds," I let out a choked laugh and cleaned my tears, "Soñar is also dead. Dashiell killed him."

Cold, black blood sprayed out, but I was already finished firing my gun which is in my left hand, to another monster before the first corpse fell. The field was thick with beasts, the air alive and hellish with their screams. A shadow darted behind me. I turned just in time to parry the slash of a cleaver. I barely registered my opponent-male, shirtless, whiter than snow and drenched in blood-before counterattacking. I nocked my gun on his head then pull the trigger. The monster fell to the ground with a wet smack. "In coming!" I yelled, but even though I screamed at the top of my lungs, I knew the others hadn't heard.

When Hilda arrived at work the next day, however, she saw everyone huddled together to watch the news. "Oh my god! That's so cruel!" "I can't watch anymore!" "How can something so gruesome happen in Taadi City?" Taking out her phone, Hilda saw that a headline was being circulated in the news media. A 21 year old foreign man with the last name Das was found dead at a guest house. His body was dismembered into twenty to thirty pieces that it was impossible to piece him back together. According to investigations, Das was the cousin of the popular young lady, Shamayeta Das!

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

His eyes become unfocused. Then he falls to the ground. I lean over him and watch the life drain from his eyes. He is dead. I killed him. I killed Hunter.

I frowned, unsure of what he was doing. "I got a pulse!" He shouted, and just like that, everything changed. Hunter stopped what he was doing and jumped off the stage. I looked up in horror to see the lifeless body of Deathstroke spread out on the mat, blood oozing around him. I wasn't even sure if he was even alive or not. It was clear that Hunter, or rather the Reaper, didn't hold back. Unleashing his full anger on the man that nearly killed Sienna.

It barely takes ten minutes for my entourage to tear through the house, taking out each member easily. Only one culprit remains alive, still seated in the place he was earlier, not daring to move a muscle to aide those he called comrade. Seeing Derek coming to stand next to me, a sneer crosses his face. “You won’t kill me, Derek. We both know you don’t have it in you.” Those were the last words Hakeem uttered before the Gamma of Northern Lakes raises his weapon, firing at point blank range. The silver bullet piercing through the flesh, bone, and membrane with ease. His head slumping against the headrest and the beating in his heart slowly fading away.

SHATTERED MY LIFE! I remember the faces and the names of those men who abused me. Kevin, Alex, Alvin, Eigner, and Gin. I sat down on my bed while still hugging the doll because hugging it gives me comfort even for a while while the memories are flashing back to my head. I remember how I stabbed Alex and I shot my brother Kevin because I can’t take another abuse from them anymore. I remember the look into my father’s eyes. The sadness and pains in his eyes before the accident; how he became so hopeless when he saw me covered with blood with my brother and his best friend dead inside my room. The look in his eyes is like the sadness and pains of my mother before she commits suicide. I remember

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

And I willingly let myself get drowned in the shadows of dark emptiness. “If I would be lucky enough to live another lifetime. I will find you. But right now, I am too broken to fix and too numb to feel. Maybe then, when that time comes I could be that someone you always thought I am.” I whispered just as I throw the wrench I just used to kill him beside his unrecognizable body. “By the way my name's Laura. It's nice meeting you Nicholas.” I took what was left of him before dumping it on the whirling meat grinder.