Everything That Kills Me Novels & Stories

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It must be my imagination. My heart is thundering. Rogues are there. Hunt and kill them all. I fight. I love it. Kill them all. Kill everyone. My fury takes over, and the red mist descends. Kill them all for taking her from me.

“You killed him! You did this!” Dirk flinched as if my words were physical blows, but I didn’t care. I felt the heat of my power rising within me, the flames flickering at my fingertips, fueled by the rage that coursed through my veins. “You’re the one who fed him the poison, were you not?! How much hurt did he cause you that you must kill him for it even when you know he is my life!” My voice cracked with intensity, the raw pain of my accusation slicing through the air.

did this? I gulped when I realized what I wanted to do so badly - KILL.

Hunter Kill! Kill! Kill! The voice in my head is constantly repeating this and I can’t find it in me to deny it. I slash through everyone that gets in my way, leaving only a pile of mutilated bodies behind me. Yet I can’t find it in me to feel bad. No one will stop me! Kill! Kill! Find! Find! FIND!!! Find what? Skye

kill César? The thought makes me shiver. A strange, sick feeling crawls down my spine. I shake my head quickly, trying to chase it away. But another voice small, cruel, honest whispers inside me. You won't be able to. I swallow hard. "Yes, I can," I whisper back to myself. I have to. He took everything from me, my life, my family, my peace. If killing him means I get all that back, then I'll do it.

“Is that what you call this?” I flinched as his voice rose, anger pouring out of him like a storm. “You can’t even do the one thing you’re supposed to do!” Each word shattered something inside me. “I don’t know what—” “You killed them!” I froze. The room went silent. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. “What?” “You kill every single one of them!” he yelled, his voice cracking with something deeper than anger. Something darker. “Every child that grows inside you—gone!”

The words tore from my lips. I scrambled off the couch, collapsed to the floor. Crawled away on shaking hands and knees. I killed her. I killed her. A choked sob escaped me. My whole body shook, drenched in sweat and terror. Sophie lay there—perfect lips parted, skin flushed—but still. So still. Tears blurred everything. My chest heaved with broken sobs. I’d wanted to escape—not… this. What have I done? My stomach lurched. I barely made it to the corner before vomiting, shaking uncontrollably.

Kill! Kill! Kill! There’s nothing I can’t do now. All I can think of is causing him pain, as much pain as I can possibly give. It’s at this point that I hope for more that I know he’s close. There’s only so much a body can take before it starts to fall apart. It hasn’t bled enough, it hasn’t cried enough, it hasn’t despaired enough. I lean down as tears leak from his eyes. The small weakness is enough to make me smile.