Kill Show Novels & Stories

Each killer had drawn a small cross on the wall above the bed using his victim’s blood. Conner studied the list. The killer hadn’t merely been inspired by the episode, he had copied it meticulously. Conner turned the player back on and watched the killing again, this time searching for any differences between the show and the actual murder. This second list was much shorter. In the show, the victim had been shot with a .22 caliber pistol, muffled by a pillow. Sheila had been shot with a 9mm Browning equipped with a silencer. The television killer had allowed the hooker to pay for the motel room; Sheila’s killer had chosen to break into the room.

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.

I could hear the sounds of guns firing, wolves growling and feet hitting the wet earth through the mind-link. "Killian?" I was starting to become frantic. "Killian, what's going on?" "The Hunter's are here, baby." His voice called out and I flinched as I heard the sound of tearing flesh. "I have to go. I'll come to you when this is all over. I love you, Claire." My throat constricted and tears rushed to my eyes, "I love you too, Killian." The mate-link ended with an audible click, sounding like a telephone that had just hung up.

The Loudspeakers then gave out our 'Autopsy Report'. "Contestant Ceáser Balad. Status: Deceased. Time of his death: 11:45 PM. Cause of his death: Blood Loss Caused by a Fatal Stab Wound. Based on these facts, you may collect alibis and prepare for his...trial." Was the information given out by the Loudspeaker, before shutting off. I hurried to write down the file information, while everyone else looked among themselves and ate.

[Looks like the supporting female lead, Jessie Love, got lucky and passed the first stage, but the top scorer is destined to be the female lead, Rachel Sharp. Jessie's just a side character. She surely can't pass through the second stage.] [What a pity! If only Jessie's results were a little worse, she wouldn't have been written into a certain-death ending.] [Dude, there's nothing to pity. If Jessie doesn't die, how could Rachel be the top scorer? If Rachel doesn't become the top scorer, how will she overcome the obstacles from the family of the male lead, Timothy Handler, and end up with him?]

A second later, the lights flickered back on. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness while rain continued crashing loudly outside the apartment windows. Damian let out a breath. “Okay. Storm. Cool. I was mentally preparing for a serial killer standing behind the shower curtain.” Quinn laughed softly, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder. “You watch too many horror movies.” “I profile murderers for fun, Quinn. My brain isn’t healthy.” The warmth between them returned almost instantly after that. Easier now somehow. Familiar.

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

He then took out a box of cigarettes before handing a stick to Kendall. Adrian lit himself one and said, “I do have some recollection of you. Father used to call you Ken, and I vaguely remember you carrying me in your arms a couple of times.” Kendall said, “That’s all in the past now.” Adrian shook his head. “It may be for you, but it’s still fresh in my memories to this day.” “What are you trying to say?” Kendall asked. “Richie’s been killed, and Mr. V Shaw has yet to reveal himself. You know about this, don’t you?” Adrian asked.

he announced with enthusiasm. Then I realized. K*llers— they are still human. •••