How Many People Did William Afton Kill 소설 & 이야기

"You were number seven. I wonder if any of the others live. God, I hope not. I have no way to find them." As she turned, he caught her wrist. What is number seven? Caitlin sighed softly. "Those men, the ones who hunt me, had photographs of some of their victims murdered around seven years ago. Eight bodies were found, though likely there were more victims than anyone knew. People refer to them as the 'vampire' murders because the victims were killed with a wooden stake driven through the heart. The picture numbered as seven was yours. You. It was you." His eyes questioned her further. Hunger was intruding, becoming a sharp, distracting ache. He was so much in her mind, she couldn't tell if h

The old man raised his head, his eyes dark and hating. “You almost got me.” I pointed to my shoulder. “I will give you the man who killed Mateo, and we’ll call it even.” The man gave a bitter smile. “One to eight is hardly even. You have murdered eight Conors so far.” “In self defence,” I said through clenched teeth. “Mateo was an accident and only his death requires compensation.” “Anton was his brother!” The man thundered now. “Those were the only two children Roberta gave my brother before passing.”

“Of course,” William said in an imperious voice. “My brother saw fit to take his anger out on human girls and murdered ten of them in one night. There is even news to prove that, and he has confessed it to me.” Gasps left the lips of all who had no idea, and Camille’s face turned pale as she processed that. “T-this cant be true-“

Grayson's jaw was tight, his eyes moving between Wyatt and Lauren with barely contained anger. "Five women," Honey whispered. "He's killed five women." "Six murders if you count Michelle's father," Nate corrected. "Robert Matthews. Car accident that was ruled accidental, but the timing was too convenient. But there could be more." "Jesus Christ," Grayson breathed. "And the police can't touch him?"

He didn't want it to be true. “ That's the problem Adams. We killed Martin, his eldest son and his daughter with our hands, but his younger son and his wife...We didn't see their bodies and the people we sent to kill them never came back. We just assumed that they were dead, as we were too high up in the air with the newly acquired power. ” Jack Blackwell grimaced, as William Adams's heart started drowning.

Rafael nodded, his admiration for Carissa always evident in his gaze. "That's right. The family, including her, consisted of thirteen people. She killed twelve of them—her father-in-law, husband, and three sons, all of whom were in good health, as well as her mother-in-law and two unmarried daughters. The remaining victims were servants and maids. "The issue is that this incident happened at dusk, not in the dead of night when everyone was asleep. After dinner, she suddenly turned violent, grabbed a kitchen knife, and killed everyone. This woman had no martial skills and was known to be ill, requiring long-term medication."

Peter confirmed, his hands on his hips. “Oh, it’s our guy all right,” Watson confirmed, and then standing to meet his gaze she added, “but we have eight victims, not seven.”

He continued, “Do you have a suspect in mind?“ The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had no one coming into my damn mind. “I bet you don't.“ Rafael voice came ringing and the urge to shut him up came alongside. Fuck! I was cornered. I groaned internally. This was all a fucking mess. I turned back to Williams, my voice deadly. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.” He trembled, barely able to speak. “I-I can give you names… I just need—” A bullet rang out. William's body jerked, his eyes widening before he collapsed onto the floor, blood pooling beneath him.

“Because I’m old enough. Because kids at school keep talking. And I don’t want to hear it from them. I want to hear it from you.” “What specifically do you want to know?” “How many people did he kill?” The question hung heavy. “I don’t know the exact number.” “Guess.” “Ellie—” “Mom. Please. I need to know what I’m defending. What I’m living with.” Amelia sat down. “Five. Maybe six. That he was directly responsible for. More if you count people who died because of his operations. But he wasn’t the one who actually. Who pulled the trigger or whatever.”

"William, are you certain of the numbers?" Frederick asked. Even the prince himself could scarcely believe it. Frederick and Freya had ridden at the fore, the pursuit swift and relentless. The task of counting the fallen had been left to the men behind them. Bandits had been struck down as they pressed forward, some wounded, others sprawled lifeless along the path. And yet... only a little over twenty? That was impossible! "I couldn't believe it at first either, but it's the truth," said William, calling a halt and motioning for a deputy general to bring his report.