Kill The Evil Man Novels & Stories

She didn't know if they would stay alive, but understood that if Leonel hadn't defended himself in that way, they would all be dead for sure, or maybe they would take him to torture or murder him. She clicked her tongue and growled in frustration at not being able to contact her sister, neither from her cell phone nor from the device that belonged to Leonel, the same one left on the table. The businessman shot one of the legs of the fourth man. Dolores jumped with fright, the guy screamed in pain as his executioner approached and stripped him of the gun in his waistband. Now armed with two pistols, Leonel took off the sling to use his operated arm, enduring the pain.

The man who went up against the trerth and lived to tell the tale. “If you're seeking for trouble, you've come to the wrong place,” he said. “On the contrary, I believe we've got the best man for the job. The Necessary Evil has brought us here. “We serve to carry out his orders,” the man explained. “That spineless coward. Tell him to emerge from the shadows and fight like a man against me! ”

What had happened back there? Blood? Spilled? That man, he kept touching her. Evil. So I killed him. Stopped him from breathing. Where did she go? Why did she leave? What did she inject me with? She injected me. Why? Didn’t she see, that man’s evil. He had to die. I had to kill him. To protect her. That man was evil. Her face. I could remember her face properly. She was angry. Angry. Her scent mixed with her anger.

He wondered to himself, staring at the smiling man in front of him with a terrified look on hi face "My..... Name is Kill" he said, shakily. Lim noticed how much the man was trembling and his mouth widened with an evil smile. "Wow, your name is Kill?" He exclaimed surprisingly. Turning to Charles who was smiling and waiting to watch his next action. Kill had no idea who he just begged. The man that showed no mercy or sympathy to anyone that crossed his path. "I guess that is his actual name man" Charles replied mockingly. "Oh really? That means you must have killed someone before. Mr Kill" his face drifted to the trembling man. Of course it was possible. A man who dealt in drugs would probab

“Yes…but I don’t believe you’re evil enough to kill innocent people.” He finished his drink and left his empty glass on the table. “I’m evil enough to do anything. There’s no line I won’t cross. There’s no deed too cruel to commit. So, if you want me to make Evan disappear forever, I will. Maybe his wife and kid don’t deserve that fate, but he certainly does.” “But if he’s dead, they’ll lose a husband and a father.” He shrugged. “You lost your life. Sounds fair to me.”

In a scary and dark abandoned place, the cry of a man, full of bruises and blood can be heard kneeling among the men in black. "Please! 'Don't touch my family, they got nothing to do with it!" Loud shout of a man while kneeling and begging not to kill the woman most important to him. "You should have thought of them before you goes against me." The man in black pointed his gun. "'Don't worry, you'll be with them right away, too," he said with a evil smile and pulled the trigger. Simultaneously with the loud cry of the man kneeling in despair and intense remorse.

He shuddered at the sight of our darkened eyes and gulped hard, stuttering out incomprehensible voice. “Where is little Val?” Killian asked. He stuttered and tried to move away, but Killian pushed him to the wall and gripped his neck. “Tell me where she is or I'll kill you!” Killian threatened. The man said nothing and Killian growled, tightening his grip around his neck. The man's eyes widened in horror. He began to cough out loudly, blood draining from his face. “Are you going to talk now?" I asked and the man managed to nod his head.

He suddenly lowered me and pushed me into the big tree. "Argh!" I moaned in pain because he pushed me hard into the tree. I feel like my bone is broken in the back. He choked me and I felt that at any moment I would be out of breath. I can't die like this. So even though it was difficult I tried to push the man in front of me but unfortunately it was strong and I could not handle him. I could not quite see his face not because of the shady one but because of its long hair. "I beg you, please... Please don't kill me." I begged even though my eyes and cheeks were already wet with tears and I was having a hard time. I pushed his face as he began to smell my neck.

I twist, aiming low, but another hand clamps over my mouth, cutting off the sound before it can leave my throat. “Easy,” a voice murmurs near my ear. “We just want to talk.” I bite down hard. The man swears and tightens his grip. I fight anyway — knees, elbows, weight thrown back — but there are too many of them, moving like they’ve done this before. They drag me toward the van. This is it, a part of my mind notes distantly. This is the mistake. The door yawns open, dark and waiting. A gunshot cracks the air.

"Exorcising evil is our sacred duty, ma'am." Lucas, the mole-faced man, put on a profound, mysterious expression. From the cloth bag at his side, he took out an iron basin, poured in half a basin of what seemed to be ash, before lighting up a talisman and throwing it into the basin. Immediately, the ash ignited, sending up thick, acrid smoke as the iron basin rapidly grew scorching hot. "With the flames derived from the very sun, we shall purge this evil spirit! Ma'am, take off your son's shirt. I will apply these sacred ashes onto his navel and exterminate the evil spirit through fire!"