Executioner Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

Immediately, the knife slipped from left to right across Greg’s collar. Logan released the victim’s head, stepped back a few feet while Greg lingered on his knees. The executioner then discharged two rounds in the back of Greg’s skull. Logan repeated the same brutal tactics to Bob careful not to injure the lower parts of his body. Their dead carcasses distributed over the carpet. Large bloodstained disparate in areas.

It was a sin that stained the soul forever. He had done it all for her, and perhaps that was the reason I couldn’t bring myself to carry out the order immediately. “I found his soul, Enzo! He’s at Dark Moon Lake!” Bernie’s voice broke the silence as I waited. Smoke curled around my arm before gathering in my palm, slowly taking the shape of the executioner’s blade. As the weapon solidified in my grasp, I felt the familiar weight of my duty settle into my chest. My eyes burned, shifting from dark to deep violet, the unmistakable mark of an executioner carrying out a sentence.

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

Olegario Rey had realized that the serial killer was not just one, but two different people. He was on the close trail of who those two people were… By going after Roger who was one of the main targets of the assassin, he would discover the truth... Olegario was sure that the lesbian executioner was one of them, but what about the other? The notes they had left were from different people and that, for a detective like Olegario, was an easy solution. Following Roger, he saw that he was heading to his office in the Holy Order, Olegario could see the shadow of someone closing the door. An argument was heard. Olegario kicked the door open and pointed out to the subject that he had an iron mask.

Kael roared, his obsidian-staff slamming into the chest of a Liquidator-Elite. ​The emerald light from his staff didn't just strike; it Infected. A network of black vines sprouted from the Liquidator’s armor, turning the Directorate’s high-tech soldier into a biological statue in a matter of seconds. ​The Final Handshake ​Inside the engine room, Elena finally reached the server-core. She didn't use her blades. She placed her bare, obsidian palms against the violet-glowing processors. ​"Leo," she whispered. "Now."

His eyes locked on me, unblinking, the way they always did; like the rest of the planet had gone dark and I was the only light left. “Voronin confirmed it an hour ago, again” he said, voice smooth, almost bored, but I heard the razor underneath. “The Executioner left Russian airspace eight nights ago. Private Gulfstream, tail number masked, flight plan filed to Cyprus then vanished. He’s been dark ever since.” Dante’s entire body went rigid against mine. “He’s here.” “Possible,” Nico answered, still speaking only to me. “Probable. Until I hear otherwise, we treat it as certain.”

The wind howled like a beast over the Baltic rooftops. Elena—no, ’Revenant’ - moved like a shadow through it, cloaked in a stealth suit that warped with the light. Her breath ghosted in the sub-zero air as she crouched on the lip of a shattered window, eyes locked on the bunker beneath the frozen concrete courtyard below. Inside, one of Luca Moretti’s inner circles – Commander Rhys Vale – was holding a black-site briefing on the Eidolon system’s next activation phase. Rhys was brutal, brilliant, and paranoid. He’d killed his brother for whispering the wrong name in his sleep.

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit.

“Boss, we’ve got a problem. Black-site’s reporting, Victor’s cell is empty. No breach, no alarms. He’s gone.” My blood froze. Elena’s hand tightened on Mamá’s, her face paling. Alexander’s jaw clenched, his eyes darting to the windows. “No,” I whispered, my laptop booting, fingers flying. “I locked him out. I burned everything.” But the screen pinged; a signal, faint but alive. “You missed me, kid. Phase 5: your code’s mine now. – V.” 6:30 p.m. – Estate lockdown