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Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

“I think she has to go. They both do. You need to remember what it was like when it was just you and me out on the battlefield.” Troy let his gaze go to the TV Dean had set up to watch the election unfold. It was all but over. Dean had lost. It was a strange, unfamiliar, bittersweet feeling. Troy's big brother never lost at anything. This Dean was trigger-happy, even more so than usual. There was no telling what he'd do. He remembered the day Diane died, the day Troy lost his family. Seeing her again quieted the murderous rage and brought forth the fear in its place. There really was only her. He didn't know what he himself was capable of to save her and Ethan.

They said Abegail’s hair was matted with blood, her eyes locked wide on the camera like she’d seen a ghost. Now Vicky topped the city’s wanted list. The air in the room felt heavier with every word the anchor spoke. Dad switched off the TV, muttering something about “damn kids and their secrets,” but I barely heard him. My heart was pounding for another reason. The pattern was too familiar; the unnatural deaths, the whispers of retribution and purification. I knew what this was. And if it had reached the elites… then Diana was in real danger. I grabbed my jacket and was halfway to the door when a voice sliced through the quiet; sharp, familiar, almost ghostly.

“Oh, we will. But not quick. Not easy.” We didn’t stay for the rest. Dre and I walked out as the first real screams started—guttural, animal. The door shut behind us, muffling them to echoes. In the car, Dre gripped the wheel tight. “Think he’ll crack?” “If he doesn’t, he’s dead anyway,” I muttered. “Either way, the tape dies with him.” We drove in silence back to the city.

He did not look up from his reading glasses. “Is Lucas back in Silverpine?” I asked. Victor turned a page in his book and took a sip of his tea. His pulse remained steady and his posture did not change. “Why would you ask a question like that?” “Because three of my men are bleeding in the pack clinic,” I stated. “And my head of security tells me the man who put them there fights like a trained killer and looks exactly like the son you exiled.” “If Lucas were back in our territory, I would be the first to know,” Victor said.

The last remaining light of the day quickly disappeared behind the darkness. The room turned dark, just like Tyr’s heart. He sat on the couch in the living room and lit himself a cigarette. Yet, the moment the lighter was lit, he looked at the flames but did not ignite the cigarette in his mouth. The flame turned redder and redder in Tyr’s eyes. Eventually blooming into what looked like blood. Blood vessels began appearing on Tyr’s eyeballs as the veins on his body began popping out. Realizing that things were off, he quickly extinguished the lighter and threw the cigarette away.

The big dangerous wolf appears out of nowhere and grabs Delfina from her neck, “I told you earlier that you will die a terrible death if you follow the same path as him. But you put the deaf ear on me. Now, see with your eyes, the beginning of the dark era!” “When there is darkness, the light appears from somewhere to kill it. I am not afraid of the death, Tigor, because I have planted the seed of the light. Your darkness will fade when the true light will Luminate the shine.” Delfina states before passing out from the suffocation.

Ilang segundo din ang lumipas ng magsalita s'ya. "Ano bang tanong 'yan? Oo naman. Bilang na ang araw ko. Wala akong itinatago sa'yo. Seryoso 'ko! Ang lahat ng Dying List ko ay totoo." saad n'ya saka muling uminom ng alak. "Bakit ka uminom? Sinagot mo naman ang tanong ko 'di ba?" "Dahil lumagpas na sa limang segundo bago ako sumagot." muling ngumiti ang kan'yang mga labi. Dahil patuloy pa rin naman na umeere ang TV Patrol ay

I struggled, I tried to bring myself up, I tried to swim but the hands kept me down, I couldn't hear anything anymore, just a faint laughter and footsteps that were fading away, until I couldn't hear or see anything. I couldn't breath anymore, a light appeared in front of me. Usually when people die and come back, they fo say they saw a light just after dying, was this it for me?. Is anyone out there?, can someone help? T. B. C

The more the man struggled, the stronger she felt. Kill him! “Help!” The man managed to blurt out before Annabel shut his breath. He could only gasp for air now. He raped the little girl! Her strength came from her hate; her hatred for what the priest had done to her, what her body had become; her hatred for the priest and every other person like him in the world. Soon, the struggling stopped. The man fell to the floor, dead. When Annabel opened her eyes, they were glowing, the same eerie light that she had seen in the sculpture’s eyes.