Killing Comparison の小説・ストーリー

"Mocheng, what nonsense are you talking about? Why would Kexin kill anyone?" "If you continue to spoil her so much, she might do something that’s even worse than murder!" The one thing more dreadful than murder was torture, because it made a person feel as though they were better off dead! Killing people was simply a matter of drawing blood, but torture was much more ruthless.

POV: Neoma Killing with a knife is messy. It’s warm. Wet. Intimate. You feel the muscle seize under your fingers. The frantic, staccato beat of a heart fighting to stay beating. You smell the copper and the bowels letting go. It stays with you. Sticky. Undeniable. Killing with the Void was horrifyingly clean. One second, the Rogue was a snarling, three-hundred-pound beast pinning me to the dirt. Hot breath. Spittle.

ALPHA REX. A fucking disaster. That’s what the whole day has been and just when you think it couldn’t get worse, another dead body is dropped at your feet. I wasn’t sure how many times I’ve killed pretty boy in my head—probably a gazillion times—and I should be the happiest person on earth to finally be able to stand over that piece of shit’s body but even in his death, he still found a way to fuck me over. Unlike the other Alphas, Conan was killed in one single blow or to put more accurately, one single slice. He didn’t die a tortured death like the others. His death was clean, precise. Unpremeditated.

There was no need to kill her for tripping over me. While thinking about it logically, I felt like freaking out by how calm I was watching my first death at close range, which was also done by my mate. I mean I killed a bunny or four in my life but that had been for meals. Then again, I think I must have unconsciously prepared myself for this. Earlier today, I was thinking about the stories about Zaliver being a cold killer. I guess I had expected him to do something like this one day but just not so soon.

No one could sense the smell but I could and it worried me. It was only a matter of a few seconds when Aaron and Adam killed the two smaller grey wolves with a simple pounce and bite to their necks. They laid on the ground as blood gushed out of their necks while their eyes remained opened. They died quickly, but the red one was still was left standing waiting to square off with both of them. He was un-phased by the killing of his comrades and stood their growling showing his canines dripping with saliva.

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, you—! I was about to refute her when Mayor Bowser's people confirmed it. The way he looked at me turned instantly cold—and venomous. "Mayor Bowser! That dosage is harmless! The bomb on your son was extremely dangerous—he's so young. If fear made him move recklessly, it could have triggered the device! I had to use a sedative to keep him unconscious! I controlled the dosage—it wouldn't harm him!" Erica pressed on, "I've never seen that method in any bomb disposal manual."

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.