Death Race: Inferno Novels & Stories

Nightmares plague my mind with all sorts of images I would tear my eyes out to never have to see again. Always blood and gore. Always my family’s blood. The only thing that doesn’t seem to make sense in my dreams, which I always assumed were just the memories I have blocked out, is Enzo. In my nightmares the past few times, I swear I hear Enzo’s father, Zeke, yelling for him to go protect Caleb. Enzo’s mom, my mother’s protector–Sam, grabs me as she sobs, yanking me out of the ballroom where her mate lies dead next to my mother’s body and my father’s headless frame.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Daniel stood frozen for a moment before icily saying, "Ed, how could you be tricked by Helen too? I've really underestimated her. Even a cop like you got played like a fool!" Uncle Ed was caught off guard by his tone. "Daniel, what's going on with you? Didn't you usually adore Helen the most?" He paused momentarily before continuing, "We received a report today. Human remains were found in the mountains where Stewart Villa is located. We've confirmed that the deceased person is Helen.

I had to find a cure. As we neared the warehouse where the materials were stored, my heart began to race. The mission was almost complete. But that’s when things started to fall apart. The first wave of infected appeared out of nowhere. A growl in the distance—too close, too quick. They came from the shadows, running with unnatural speed, their bloodshot eyes locked on us. I barely had time to react. Ethan was already in motion, taking down the first few with swift precision. His movements were fluid, calculated, but the number of infected kept multiplying.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

Lucifer, your going to come up the middle with Hellraiser. Reaper and Bonez throw down the empty guns. "Set these bitches on fire." I say pointing to the SUVs. I cloak us all as we start setting fire to the SUVs parked around the clubhouse. Using their paranormal strength Reaper and Bonez push burning SUVs against all the exits. No one will get in and no one will get out. The horde is so caught up in the fight none of them realize their guns have been taken out. Their getaway cars are out of commission. And their exits have been blocked.

He points over my shoulder. Lights flicker in the dark on the other side of the river. As my eyes focus, multiple forms take shape. More Silver Hunters. Dozens of them. They’re on the road leading to school, on the other side of the bridge, but they’ll reach us in less than a minute. Quickly, I pick Alec up. He moans in pain, but I cradle him in my arms and I run. “Winter,” he rasps. “Don’t worry. We’re getting out of here.”

Even though I was 3, I wasn't stupid, and I knew that I could never disobey those two, so I did as they said. You might have realized but every time I see one's death, my eyes cry blood tears. It always happened. So it's easy to tell if I saw someone's death or not, just by looking at my face. That's how Daisuke knew that I had done it, that night. And by how I reacted, he probably realized that I had seen Avy's death, and so he tried so hard to make me tell him about it. What would he say if he knew I also saw his parents' deaths and didn't tell him about it? I laughed at that thought.