Jane The Killer Novels & Stories

"That contains…a footage of you." "I know it doesn't involve killing you because I'm yet to do that." She chuckled, "Quit the show, Mickey." Mickey. That's footage of you 'trying' to kill me back at the convenience store." She shrugged. " The owner sold you out for a few dollars." I took the small item and examined it. Even if she wasn't the Minerva I knew, she was just as dubious and cunning. That disgusted me. Still, the surge of energy was there, and was actively thriving in her presence. Why?

I could only imagine how they both looked at me while I swam in my own foolishness. The elevator chimed, and I turned towards it as I anticipated seeing Brad, my lawyer. As the elevator door opened, I was in shock as I saw three police officers step out of it. “Good day, Mrs. Mia Marcus,” one of the police officers, who was in the middle, greeted, dressed in a black suit, while the others were in police uniforms. “Good day. How may I help you?” I asked. “My name is Inspector Luke, and these are my colleagues. You are under arrest for the murder of Miss Eunice Connor,” Luke stated, and I died in that moment.

Jack took a breath. Michael snorted, “You saw her covered in blood... She turned and lost control, she took our parents by surprise and slaughtered them... she's a murderer.” Michael looked from Alpha Luca to Jack. Jack shook his head, “I saw her first turn, it was slow and painful. She came to me three months after our parents died. She was pale and sweating, she started convulsing and I knew. I knew she'd been telling the truth. I locked her up in the cellar and stayed with her for the change. I told you all this the next morning!” Jack glowered at the four stood on the other side of the kitchen.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.

THIRD POV Jane sat at the questioning table, lost as to why she was there. She had gone to see Fabian and he was all that mattered to her, so why was she being arrested? Was she perhaps doubted to be the killer? “I didn't do this! I swear! It is all Blaire's fault!” She yelled out for the tenth time. The police officer rubbed his weary forehead. “Why do you keep on saying that? You have been repeating that stamemt over and over again. How is she the one at fault? Did she try kill him?”

She moaned as her body reached its breaking point. *** John Grant slumped against the wall outside the interrogation room. Jolene Knowles had willingly confessed to the murders of Diane Walker and Suzanne Lee — even detailing how she’d lured each of them to the basement or restroom before bludgeoning them to death and stapling their eyes out of sheer jealousy. But she profusely refused to confess to the murder of Irana Long.

Even in another state, he received news about the murderer that cannot be found. A lunatic and psychopath, Jean Luc had thought. Whoever it was had used his home as theirs, and the fact made him want to hurl his guts out even more. He was attempting to calm himself against a tree when two people were brought out of the house. The sight of them definitely did not help. A man and a woman were led out of his house. They were on beds, and alive. Barely. The woman was beautiful. It was the first thing Jean Luc noticed before his eyes trailed to the red knife wound somewhere below the stomach. The man was almost twice as injured, and Jean Luc couldn't help the rise of bile in his throat.

A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.

The woman leaned forward on the screen, calm as a god in the making. “I am the reason Emilio Valez lived past forty. I’m the reason your father’s heart stopped... and restarted.” Leo’s jaw clenched. “You’re the puppeteer.” A chuckle, Low and Icy. “Puppeteer? No. I’m the architect. You were just bricks in my cathedral.” The screen split into three panels now. One showed Jacob, tied to a metal chair, barely conscious, bruised. The second showed the compound map. Their location blinked red.