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she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

“We request that you send a team of assassins after the boy. Amalgamation is weakened and breached. This is the best chance to get a few of our men in to do the job. I know that this is risky, but we can send the Death Squad after him. They will take their lives to ensure that they take his.” Elder Miriam’s words sent a chill down the spines of most of the Elders. The Death Squad was a team of strong warriors who reported directly to Elder Miriam. They were her life’s blood and evidence of her greatest investment. They fought like people possessed and knew no fear. They had been trained in espionage, and were resistant to every form of torture in the world. Each of them had no tongues so one

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He had bought the pistol and silencer from a notorious drug dealer one night on a dark corner, dressed in black jeans and a hoodie that covered his face. Susan’s heart stopped beating as the wolfsbane finally reached it. Adrian sat down on the single brown recliner and savored the moment. He would remember this for the rest of his life. The feeling of power as they died one after the other. He felt a kind of gratification that he couldn’t explain. He went to the bathroom and masturbated as he closed his eyes and relived his killings.

Eyeing him coldly, Ashton retorted, "Don't you think it's hilarious that you're making empty threats like these right now? Since you're the death squad, you should be prepared to die if you fail your mission. "Well, time to die, all of you!" Ashton lowered his hand. Instantly, the flashes of murderous light came raining down in a vicious loop until every last ounce of the array's spiritual energy was used up. Piercing howls rang from every corner. After a few minutes, only a handful of the death squad assassins were still alive. Over 90 lifeless bodies were now piled on top of the pool of blood, the mangled bodies an indication of how gruesomely they'd died.

Ash just sat there, watching us, perhaps trying to see if I was going to ask something too personal, something that I probably shouldn’t ask. “I suppose so.” Luciana says as she walks over to us and leans against the wall, “I’d spare with the guys damn near every day until they had to start sitting in on a meeting with their dad. Became a Deadshot when I was thirteen, and when I turned sixteen, I was tasked to kill someone because they crossed Samuel Henderson.”

I waited until the familiar clicks of them reloading echoed. Then I fired. PFT! A sizzling dart embedded in Man 2’s chest. He barely had time to scream. “Shit! What kind of brat—why won’t you die!?” He started convulsing violently. First his limbs, then his whole torso. He dropped to the floor mid-spasm, his body still jerking. “Modified neuromuscular disruptor,” I said coolly, locking eyes with the horrified Man 1. “Deadlier than your average taser.”

Shame on me in case. @Death Wish

It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were. Freya’s team marveled at the sight for a brief moment - they were overawed by the sheer prowess of their squad leader, at her unbridled skill at dealing death. But they shook it off quickly, aimed their flechette rifles at the rest of the terrorists all around, and squeezed the triggers. The tremendous sound of hundreds of needle darts tore through the air at supersonic speeds. The tungsten carbide darts easily punched through the terrorists’ armor with ridiculous ease, and ripped into the much softer flesh below.

"Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here." "Give me two doses anyway, I take so much that I might need another later," the man stretched out his hand and received two pills. "If you're feeling bad at lunchtime, take two more. There's more here," she said, handing him a thermos bottle of water. It was also pink with a cat-shaped lid. "The beginning of psychopathy is coffee without sugar, cold showers, and taking medicine without water," she commented casually. "I like cold showers," Miguel replied with a smile at that comment.