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My new victims, who were drinking and went home alone in being tipsy. I killed them all in the empty dark street. If I was lucky... it was empty. I'm not even sure anymore if it was really empty, without any witness. Wait, did I wanted to protect Vince from myself too? Shit, I knew that to find out his name was a bad thing. Stupid humans and their stupid names.Stupid Lilliana's cat which is playing all the time with my mind. My dirty hand brushed my hair in annoyance.

I floated in mid-air and looked down at my own body lying on the ground. My arm was covered in needle marks and bruises. I wasn't playing dead, no. Instead, I was truly dead. Ms. Ritter grabbed the blood bag and made a half-hearted show of tugging at me a few times. "Ronnie, just get up now. There's only 200 milliliters left to go." She failed to pull me up and instead stumbled backward a few steps, falling to the ground. The blood bag slipped from her hand and flew through the air, red blood splashing all over the floor.

Ma don't come close, my camera is on and thousands of people are watching live. I decided to goad Abdul one last time. "Even if you kill me, the apartment goes to my parents. Every last Kobo of what I own goes to…them." I could no longer wheeze and tried to cough. A thought occured to me that many times in the movies, in seconds a person would choke another to death. It's untrue, it takes about two minutes to successfully choke a person. "Just die." He reached out and flung me. Four things happened. I saw my scarf fall off first, second, I saw my life flash before my eyes like a movie and third, after my fall unto the fence, I felt the pain of the broken bottles the developer used as guard f

Neither me nor Eve got it. And then when he stammered uncontrollably and breathed heavily not able to say his name, I suddenly thought about Eve. Because my sister has a slight speech disability. She stammers while speaking. Once she cried over a dead rabbit and she couldn't say anything for quite some time. She stammered and breathed heavily just like him. I really suspect the boy has a stammering problem. I don't think he stammered just because he got nervous.

He heard a loud cry coming from the bedroom so he came to see if everything was alright. "Did someone die?" Colton knew his question was probably a dumb one but he was too stunned to think of his statement before letting them roll off his tongue. Brian had lost deals worth billions of dollars, he had been a victim of silly rumours which affected his reputation but never did he shed a tear then, so Colton was surprised. Brian didn't reply Colton. Instead, he buried his face in his hands, ignoring Colton's presence.

Chris's POV I don’t even know when it escapes my lips. The words slip out before I can catch them, and the second they’re in the air, I’d sell what’s left of my dignity to stuff them back down. Ten different ways to die and I just picked the loudest, stupidest one. He stands.

My left hand clamped violently over his mouth, muffling his scream, while my right hand drove the dark dagger cleanly between his ribs, striking the heart with mathematical, instantaneous precision. He went limp in my arms. I caught his body silently, lowering him to the concrete just as the second guard turned the corner. He saw his partner hit the floor and reached for his sidearm, but I was already moving. I spun on my heel, using his partner's falling momentum to launch myself forward. I swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing hard onto his back. Before he could inhale to shout, I dropped my knee heavily into his sternum, the dark dagger resting a mere millimeter from his

"It's all right. None of this is your fault." I refused to collapse there without trying to escape. Using the wall for support, I forced myself upright and drove my shoulder into the door again and again before feeling along the walls for another way out. The door was locked from the outside, and bundles of silver-moon flowers blocked the only vent. I spent the last of my strength trying to move the shelves away from it, but my legs gave out first, and I crashed to the floor. My fingers brushed against a smooth case beneath the shelf, and I remembered the phone that had fallen when Aiden shoved me inside.

Uncle Luke got up the second she was done and hit his fist straight into the wall. "Uncle!" Nera got up "I am fine; I knew that old fool…That old fool was not normal!" He yelled. "And you used to warm me but I was too stupid!" Nera held the hand that he just punched the wall with. Uncle Luke breathed in and out; his blood pressure was already on top of the roof. If only Marcus was alive only the stupid old man was alive, "I am sorry, uncle... I should have listened to you," Nera kept crying.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.