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Then my wall clock stricked as it clocked 12 midnight at the dot, bringing me out of my thoughts . I might as well go for this I thought as I quickly go in and grabbed my gun. I checked if the bullets are intact ,which there are. I walked out of my house making sure the door is locked. I tip toed to the neighbour's yard . The lights inside and outside suddenly turned off that means the killer is here cause he operates in the dark. I twist the handle of the door and luckily for me the door wasn't locked . So I went in ,how I'm I gonna move around, everything is fucking dark until I heard a feminine scream

“Sir, what are you going to do?” Doke asked the young man in fear when he pointed the gun at the doorknob. “On the side!” Dark shouted as he shot the doorknob. It was too late for Doke to cover his ears, and the gun was fired. He felt like his eardrums were damaged while the boss just ignored what he did. He immediately followed him inside. Then Dark turns on the light, but the bulb is broken. He forgot that the building’s electricity had also been cut off. He quickly turned on the cellphone’s flashlight and checked the surroundings of the room.

Death is chaos. The way her expression changed when I told her about the bodily fluids—that was when I knew. She thinks it’s simple. She thinks I walk in, shoot someone, and it’s over. But it’s never that easy. Murder is an art, and like any masterpiece, it requires time, patience, and precision. In a way, it’s a lot like stalking. Not the person necessarily, but the location, the details. Everything has to be perfect.

One touch of its edge was sufficient enough to have the Wielder’s life. ‘Kill the murderer! Kill the murderer!’ chorused Forbinians. Their faces were lit with malice, mercy leaving their hearts. Hearing their voices gave birth to a hundred-fold pain. She could only look down as their eyes brimming with judgment penetrated through her. “Have you or have you not murdered your cousin, Miss Zephaniah Sylvania?” said Dark, wearing his usual shadow, but it assumed the form of a long robe with a hood, quite alike with Death’s trademark costume.

“You’re arrogant filth. Useless. Weak.” He smiled like a demon and kneed them hard in the neck, then followed with brutal kicks to their stomachs. “P-please… have mercy,” Fugo croaked, knowing it was unlikely but trying anyway. Darkness rolled off of Dark like a physical thing, dangerous and absolute. “Mercy isn’t in my vocabulary. Face your consequences,” Dark said flatly, and pulled the trigger. Two shots rang out. The men slumped, fresh blood pooling beneath them. Justice, served.

The moment a dark shadow appeared, she would immediately turn off the lights and fire. With the smuggler's vision suddenly impaired and unable to see her, it would be the perfect timing for her to attack them. Millie tightly gripped the gun. Although she had handled real guns before, it had only been for practice. She had never imagined actually using it to kill someone. She was just an ordinary person, living in a country with strict gun control. Hence, holding a gun now felt almost surreal to her. The moment Millie saw a dark shadow appear, her heart was in her throat. She acted decisively and turned off the lights, aimed at the window, and fired without hesitation.

The dark one rasped with an ugly, toothy smile. Several more dark ones suddenly appeared beside him, each holding something in their hands. They approached us without a word. "How lovely to see you're still here. Had a heart-warming reunion, I presume?" He asked sarcastically. The other dark ones proceeded to walk over to us, and they opened our cage without a care in the world. Both of us jumped up, and where Elle stepped back from them, I moved forward with an intent to murder them. Four dark ones entered the tiny space, not once looking at me. One of them held a case, and another opened the case, leaving the door behind them wide open.

I said. “But—” I took out my gun and pointed it right at Darko. He was shocked, as his eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t expect the stunt that I had pulled, and that was my advantage. “What are you doing?” He asked. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you. You made a fool out of me, lied to me, and led me on. All that information you gave me was fed to you by that little bitch Allegra. I really want to kill you, and I don’t have any reason to keep you alive.”

More lights shattered. Another scream. Another body fell. The assassin wasn’t using a gun anymore. He was inside the museum. Moving through the darkness. Picking them off one by one. Marcus ordered everyone into a defensive circle. “Stay together!” Ethan kept one arm around Amelia while shielding Catherine with the other. Jonathan drew his pistol. His calm demeanor was gone. Even he looked unsettled. Victor whispered, “He enjoys the dark.” A faint laugh echoed from somewhere above them. Not loud.

Some met me, but I felt no pain. When the last bullet was fired and the silence returned, I was alone in the center of the hall. I surveyed the room; bodies were strewn across the floor. There were still more people to be killed. I immediately shut the power down; the mansion was covered with darkness. Damien had given me access to it. I moved in the dark because killing in the dark was my specialty. I fucking loved it. Everyone in the mansion was dead. I counted everyone I killed till it was one hundred and forty-nine of them were dead.