Killing Comparison Novels & Stories

Every time we go out for a mission I always go for the interesting kill rather than the basic and simple one. "I thought you were going to let him live?" I shrugged and walked ahead of him. "He can’t stop thanking me and it slowly getting on my nerves." I simply said. "Remind me to never piss you off?" Drake said. "You always piss me off." "You practically wanted to kill him." I turned to him, grinning widely. Drake slung his arms on my shoulder. "Now let’s go home and celebrate." I nodded. "Matthew, send us our ride."

she asked sweetly. "Sadie… why? Why would you do this to me?" His voice trembled with disbelief. "Noah Howell, who are you talking to?" Nemera asked with a chuckle. "Sadie, what's wrong with you?" Noah sobbed, kneeling before her. "Look at me! It's me, Noah!" "Sadie? Who's that?" Nemera sneered. "Oh, do you mean the woman who used to live in this body? Don't you know? You killed Sadie Carrington a long time ago."

The sight of us facing each other like that stabbed straight into her, and jealousy burned brightly in her eyes. Even before the apocalypse, she'd had a crush on Alec. I just hadn't expected that love would rot into hatred—and that she'd end up killing him because of it. She walked over, deliberately edging closer to Alec. He frowned, stepped back without a word, and positioned himself at my side instead. "Miss, keep your distance," he said coldly. Rebuffed outright, Eliza bit her lip, clearly wanting to say more. However… 'Clang. Clang. Clang.'

Erica pressed on, "I've never seen that method in any bomb disposal manual." "Extraordinary situations require extraordinary measures! If I followed the manual in every case, I wouldn't have been able to save so many lives!" "Enough." Mayor Bowser's gaze had gone completely cold. "No wonder Mike hasn't been recovering. So it was your doing." He suddenly grabbed me by the throat, his eyes blazing red. "Who do you think you are, playing me like this? Do you have any idea how important my only son is to me?" I struggled to breathe, my nails clawing at his hand.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

I said my voice slightly breaking. "You made me look like a fool, all the combats and training and killing was for nothing but to make me just like you, a killer that gets to live with the guilt forever. Goodbye Rarf, you'll be better off in hell." I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart.

“Kill you? Do you think I won’t?” “Smack!” “Look at yourself. Killing you is like slaughtering an animal for me.” “Smack!” “A wimp like you want to kill my family?” “Smack!” “I could just kill your family before you do.”

His eyes burned with determination. “Kill a beast? Doesn't the wolf I faced count?” I ventured. “You defended yourself against a wolf, human,” he replied with a sarcastic laugh. “Killing is different.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked, worried about the direction of the conversation. “When you kill, it's a choice. When you hunt, you assess your prey, stalk it, and capture it. You choose a victim and attack!” Pleasure gleamed in his eyes and made me shudder.

He enjoyed torture, he enjoyed blood and death. I was the one who was in the wrong for expecting anything different than what he was. If I were to compare him to Ethan, which I would never do, but if I were to compare their violent acts hadn’t they been the same? Ethan wasn’t a saint. He was violent and he killed people because he chose to. The only difference was that he didn’t enjoy it. He didn’t revel in their slow and painful death but did that make him any better when he still committed the same acts when he killed mercilessly?