Killing Comparison の小説・ストーリー

“Wow, very impressive analysis just by seeing some pictures. Now I know why they call you a genius. You got all the things right which was almost impossible without doing an autopsy or unless you were the Dr. Killer himself.”

Not much of a weapon, but better than nothing. The fight was short, brutal. My ribs screamed under every blow, but adrenaline blurred the pain. Kael slashed, kicked, bit like a cornered dog. When it ended, two were writhing on the ground, the third choking on his own blood. My hands trembled. The bottle slipped from my fingers, shattering. I’d killed before—rats, stray dogs, even once a man who tried to strangle me in my sleep. But every time, the weight pressed heavier.

I asked him. “What they said made sense. The stab was low, it suggests a woman. Most male wolves are tall. Also, it would make sense why his guard was low. Now we have a female killed in our hands. “I'm glad that we're inching closer to the answer. At least now we're looking for a woman. Do you feel like Warren's death might be connected to Thorton's?” I asked him. “Yes, I feel like that's a probability. Men prefer to kill with force while women prefer to kill subtly. Let's first get the results though so we know if there was any foul play in the death of my Alpha.”

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

The subsequent investigation was a slow, excruciating ordeal for Connor. The medical examiner's report was detailed and chilling. "Ms. Sylvia Kline died from massive blood loss combined with silver poisoning. She had been dismembered while still alive, with clear signs of repeated cutting and probing on the wounds, indicating the perpetrator's intent to prolong her suffering. "She had severe tearing in her lower body, from which traces of semen from four different werewolves were extracted. Drag marks, approximately 25 feet long, stretched from the southeast corner of the warehouse to the entrance.

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

He knew how to fight. However, I had not spent my childhood chopping firewood and slaughtering pigs for nothing. No matter how tough he was, he was not harder to handle than a Sunday-dinner hog. With a clean sweeping kick, I sent him flying. He crashed to the ground, bruised and dazed, right at the feet of Rachel, who had come out from the neighboring exam hall to watch the commotion. In that instant, I clearly caught the fear and disgust in her eyes. A satisfied smile tugged at my lips.

The fastest way to kill something special is to compare it with something else. So here's to giving it a shot. See where this goes. Good places, I hope. Good places.

As long as the two of them did not cause Fane any trouble, then Fane would not have any negative thoughts about them. Compared to the Capture Hall, the Killing Hall had twice as many warriors there. The plaza outside the hall was absolutely bustling. Quite a few people talked amongst one another with excited expressions. They had not known the rules of the Killing Hall when they arrived, but they had a vague impression after listening to all the discussions. "Two died in the last match! Only one managed to survive, and he was quite heavily injured too! It just doesn't feel very worth it."