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“What were you going to do? What was your brilliant plan, huh?” she yells over the loud sound of the blades above us. I shake my head. “When I got him alone, I was going to break his neck or smother him or something less fucking dramatic than your Lethal Weapon strategy. He trusted me, and I could have killed him when I got him alone, but you have fucked up every chance of that happening, haven’t you?” I tap the side of my head angrily. “So stupid.”

One knife + 48 stabbings = one bloody death. . . . 03894690286029 348560294862 = 49862 = 0495682430 = 5823409582340958240968246875968725698276 – 7 . . . Being a genius meant I carefully planned every execution. Chopped-up pieces of my math teacher were immediately relocated to the math storeroom. Storeroom filled with textbooks and math teacher remains + 1 liter of gasoline = manageable fire. Result: Evidence destroyed. One less number to count.

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"

Dad turned around and sighed lightly. "Mr. Poole, this is my son. He's playing dead to get out of donating blood. The blood on the floor is from him deliberately smashing the blood bag in a fit of temper. Pay him no mind—the more he acts out, the more I need to teach him a lesson and fix that rotten attitude of his."

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

I negatively shake my head. A wired thought instantly knock me. I smile wierdly then chuckle hyptonically. My wierd chuckles heightens. They instantly gradually into lunatic laughter's. I face palm myself. How stupid svd dumb I've been. I've risen my dumb expectations so high I ignore the great obstacle before me. The great obstacle faced and feared by every mate. Some happily and delightedly scale through. Other's well.... I let out a whistled breeze. They weren't so lucky.

"Everything you owe Ansel and me from the last life, you will repay in this one. Every last bit of it." Stellan closed his eyes. Tears slid down his face without a sound. I did not spare him another glance. I turned and walked out. From that day on, Stellan stopped cursing me. He grew quiet. He spent his time remembering and repeating the words, "I'm sorry" over and over again. Still, what good was an apology? In the last life, Ansel and I died. In this life, the debt he owed had to be paid. As for Vivienne, after her title was stripped, she was locked in another cell in the dungeon. She came to her senses far more quickly than Stellan did, because she had never taken the death-feigning poti

The slap echoed across the room and I glared down at the useless imbecile. “You should have thought about them before you tried to attack us today. I am going to make you regret ever following my car. I am going to make you regret your little road block and bomb stunt. I killed the other two idiots with you pretty quickly, but I’m going to make you spill your guts. And when I’m done, I’ll strangle you with them. If you cooperate, I will make the method you die less gruesome. If you don’t, it will be worse. Either way, you die.”