Killing Comparison Novels & Stories

I heard the brass key slip from Mom's hand and clatter loudly onto the floor. The medic slowly removed his stethoscope, his voice dropping to a low, heavy murmur. "I'm so sorry. The child has no vital signs." ---

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

However, something about having people who would always have your back and never abandon you no matter how rough life becomes sounded like something he wanted to have. “Anyway,” Sasha cleared her throat in embarrassment at creating such a sombre atmosphere. “That’s what my father told me. You can think of it as an old man rambling. But I think killing is a way of protecting. It’s a good thing sometimes. It’s like weeding a garden so the cabbages can grow up tasty.” Laughing at the comparison of murdering to gardening, Zen felt the knot in his heart finally ease up. If butchering was a method of nourishing the body and soul through cooking, killing was akin to hunting the pests in the garden

Now the scary part was what we had to do, what we were left to do. Mason's fear was centred particularly on one burning question. He had many, of course, but that one stood out. It was whether we would have to cross the line and go extreme. In simpler words, whether we would be able to kill if we had to. Now, this scared me cause I had never even came close to killing anyone. I felt it was easier to see movies and watching killing happen...and honestly, it never seemed like a big deal. Mostly it just seemed like mere actions, at most, it was grotesque. I knew killing was way more than that. It meant taking a life, ending something that defined your own existence. No matter how it was done, o

” He spoke, “the killing of a person who deserves it will make a better place for those that person caused suffering or trouble for. But killing an innocent person will only bring pain and suffering for others around the person killed. The difference in their deaths is the outcome. Is it for the better or worse for those around that person?” Leanunya blinked and went silent thinking. She had never thought about her killing in that way. She had never stuck around after a job and learned the outcome of what happened to those around the person she killed. She only ever saw the blood she spilled. She frowned, swishing her tail in thought. Did those around those she killed have a better time?

"Kill his will of life." "Kill him."

"It was all a mistake, but you, you did all of these intentionally, and now you're trying to blackmail me…" "Woah, woah. You're saying that, I did all I did intentionally, and that I'm trying to blackmail you. Yo, newsflash, that's two big unproven accusations. At least your premeditated attempted murder of our father was a proven fact…" "I was only pointing out the difference between the two glaring scenarios since you wanna start digging up the ghosts from my past, bring them up to haunt me now, and you're also trying to compare my actions then, to your creepy actions now. And if I even killed him, I killed one man, but you killed thousands, how is that quantifiable, and comparable, for fu

Bruce asked. “Well, that’s not really how it works for us. And if somebody takes a shot at me, I can’t let that stand. I’m clearly outnumbered, but once I have a gun things get a bit more even. But I mean, I can’t just kill another pack’s Alpha. It would be insanity right,” I say, making gestures with my hands. “One would think,” Bruce says, as the crowd gets a bit rowdy. I don’t like the fact that I am coming off as nonchalant about killing. Especially when the bastard had it really coming, but that doesn’t play well right now.

And he was grinning so broadly and when he pulled her into his arm, I turned my face away. "The first game to begin after the music is combat. It's the toughest and someone would be unconscious," "Dead?" He shot me a look. "I am sure you are aware of the difference between those words?" "But you said combat till death?" "Fallacy. Don't believe all you hear. Now that you're working with us, you will know the pros and cons," "I'd love to know now,"