Novel & Cerita Death's Head 2

" I wondered who it was that had used my phone to send these messages after I died. I tried my best to recall what happened after I entered the basement. However, I could not remember anything else other than the sound of something heavy dropping onto the floor. The lights in the basement were kept on for the next few days. Layla was focused on carving a plaster head using a carving knife. She traced the eye on the head carefully with the sharp tip of the knife. The facial features on the plaster head felt so familiar that it made Layla pause. Her hands trembled slightly. Philip walked over to her and gave her a nod of approval. He pointed to the sculpture of a human figure standing in a cor

And the only reason she knew that was because she watched that animation. This, however, was different, when Toph attacks, her opponents are still alive after each hit, but not in this case. Several sharp edges of rocks were created, and bodies were actually hagging from them. It looked like Vlad the Impaler's front yard, but this was not the heads of his enemies it was the actual bodies. The ground absorbs the blood flowing out from their hanging bodies. Serena’s inside was quaking with fear as the understanding of his nickname “Death” took a whole different meaning. He was Death, and from the looks of the bodies impaled on those rock stakes, he earned it.

It was the head of one of his gang mate. And the one who is holding it is Death. The death slowly squat to level the bloody man's face. "You see this?" Death show the chopped head. The bloody man abruptly nodded his head. "It will be your head. And the one that you love the most." A creepy smile crept into death's face making the man pee on his tuxedo. "I-- I will give it! Just don't touch my family!" The poor man is coated with blood and fear. How come Death know that he have a family to protect? He made sure that no one will found out but still... death find out.

It dawns on me with horrifying clarity—the blade must have been laced with oak tree venom. “Lord Easterlin and Ember send their regards,” he sneers, wrenching my mother’s head from her shoulders with a sickening crunch of severed vertebrae. “No!” The scream tears from my raw throat as he flings her decapitated head towards me, her vacant eyes forever frozen in an expression of horror. “They told me it would be a sight to make you watch me kill them, and they were right.” His lips curve into a cruel smile as he grasps a fistful of my father’s hair, wrenching his head back.

She hadn't really been thinking straight in quite awhile but after what she had seen earlier she made a mental note. She needed to get her head on straight and focus on the important things in her life. She was finally free of the Death Contract so she could make her own decisions and do as she pleased without the constant worry of how it would affect Brayden. She no longer cared how anything affected Brayden, at least that's what she was telling herself at that moment. She could care less what that man did or didn't do with his life. She was confused why he had another woman staying over with him if he had wanted to start anew.

Slowly my sadness faded away and I was struck with anger as the dying image of the both of them cracked into my memory which only fueled my thirst for revenge. I promise you mamá, papà, I'll stop at nothing until they all pay for your non existence. I spoke within myself and bid their presence goodbye. The sun was taking its closure behind the cloud which dawned something in me. "A supposed family dinner" Rolling my eyes in irritation I left the cemetery and started heading towards their mansion not bothering about changing my outfit. As I drew closer to the familiar architecture I was consumed by loathe and anger. It still amuses me how easy it was to forget about our existence after the de

He was dead before his head hit the ground, and his blood stained the dirt around him. Reaper stared at the flames dancing merrily over the charred corpse and then at the glowing fireballs coming from the werewolves' claws that had killed this hunter. His lips drew into a thin line and he stepped forward. The reapers' blades came out of their scabbards.

They had both been confident they would be together in another life. Nocturne came back to reality with less of a bump this time. This vision had been short and uneventful compared to the first. It had been interesting to notice that Draven hadn’t appeared in the vision at all. Everything had been single handedly destroyed by Celeste in this one. The entity had been exactly the same in this one from the voice to his rules. He continued on walking. There were some differences in his surroundings now. It felt like the darkness had lifted slightly and there was a gust of wind blowing that he couldn’t be imagining. His cape was billowing at the edges.

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."

I looked at him coldly. When I didn't react the way he expected, he froze for a moment. Then, he hurried to explain, "My death was a staged accident. Someone had tipped me off that day, so I used a double to take my place in the car. I hid to avoid the assassins in a—" "In a forest?" I finished his thought for him. Matteo clearly hadn't expected my reply. He was stunned. I continued, "You stayed awake for days, afraid you'd drag me into it?"