Killing Floor Novel Novels & Stories

A bottle was waiting for me at the make-shift bar and I'd be damned not to take a glorious sip out of it. ________________ The make-shift bar was a plank of wood resting on stacked crates, bottles arranged without order, some half-empty, some untouched. I grabbed a bottle, took a shot, then another… the burn slid down my throat, tingling and satisfying. I turned to the sight on the floor. The blood was still there. It spread slowly across the floor, slipping into cracks in the tiles. Everyone was quiet when I killed him. That alone told me I had chosen correctly. This would be the third man I'd killed this week. The first was an idiot who thought destroying my car's windscreen was fun.

Who knows if this person wants to kill me? Wow, coming from a killer. The moment I got into my apartment which nobody else leaves except me, I just felt the tiredness in my whole system. I took off my shoes and saw the blood that is already dried. Why did I forget that my shoes are white? Oh, so stupid of me! Did Nikolai saw this? I hope not. I entered my comfort room and made a quick shower just to freshen my body. After bathing, I changed into pajamas and quickly go to bed.

When I was halfway there, I saw men on the other side of the glass, men looking for another way in. I didn’t know if they were Bolton’s men or Theo’s. I got to my feet and moved around the couch, coughing because it was getting harder to breathe, ready to find a way out before I suffocated in the smoke, but the sight before me made me halt in my tracks. Dead men on the floor, one stabbing the other over and over in the neck, a man forced to eat the gun of another. It was a massacre—all because of me. I didn’t see Theo.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

The southern assassins hadn’t come to steal or threaten—they’d come to destroy everything Rhett had built. I could still hear fighting deeper inside. I followed the sound, heart pounding, until I reached the lower floor. A group of attackers had cornered three of our younger guards. I didn’t think twice. I fired at them, hitting two clean in the chest before throwing my knife into the third. When the silence finally settled again, I stood there breathing hard, surrounded by bodies. The smell of smoke and iron filled my lungs. My mind wouldn’t stop flashing back to the flash drives—to Killian, sitting alone in a cell waiting to die for a crime he never committed.

He opens the apartment door, goes out, and closes the door. He heads towards the elevator, stands in front of it, presses the button, and waits for a few seconds. The elevator arrives, he enters, and closes the door, leaving a large amount of blood on the tiles of the fifteenth floor, in front of the elevator door and the door of apartment twenty-nine. The elevator doors open on the ground floor. Malik emerges with a deadly, unwavering calm, an inhuman calm, leaving behind a large amount of blood inside the elevator. He walks into the building's entrance, dragging the suitcase behind him, blood dripping from it in a large trail on the floor of the long corridor.

noong nasa elevator na ako ay mabilis kong pinindot ang botton papunta kung saang floor ang dalawang patay na magkaibigan. "Wish a happy burol!"ngising bulong ko sa sarili ko,ako lang kasi ang mag isa sa elevator na toh kaya walang magsasabi na baliw ako...Tumunog na ang elevator kaya tumingin ako sa pinto na bumukas na pala nandito na ako sa floor ng dalawang magkaibigan..Tumakbo akong papuntang room ng purinarya nila at nang may makasalubong ako ay bigla kong binagalan ang hakbang ko shit!mahuhuli ako nito eh!!...Noong napansin kong wala na ulit tayo sa palogid ko ay tumakbo agad ako at pinuntahan na ang room no. ng dalawang magkaibigan....

The voice was distant and tiny, as if I were underwater. I didn't have time to compose anything heroic. The world tipped, and I was on the floor, my nails scraping the concrete, gasping for the kind of air that felt real. My chest tightened into a fist that would not relax. Light slashed across the broken tiles and my eyes stayed open because closing them felt like letting everything fall through. Suddenly, I could see them, hear them. Claudia. Josephine. The other girls. The cleaner in my room. I killed the cleaner. I stabbed her and watched her bleed to death. I'd stolen another person's future for the chance at my own.

"I swear, I won't let go of your hands ever again. There won't be any other woman. I'll only love you. We'll have a kid and live happily as a family." I sneered, "Seeing you makes me sick. I don't want you anywhere near my afterlife." I bolted, and he chased. Minutes later, I hit the elevator where it all started. It was running again now, and I had mixed feelings. As I thought about how to get rid of Anthony, the elevator pulled me in. Right before the doors shut, I caught sight of his panicked face. I smiled, stepping over. This time, I was done with him for good. "See you never, Anthony." The End

The thrill of the moment envelops me; I finally understand KC’s and Hope’s excitement. Hope veers off on the first floor without a word, and Kattie enters on the second. Soon, I find myself alone on the third floor with Kress and whoever else is there. As I step inside, I immediately start firing at those within range. For the first time, I feel the sting of being hit. Fortunately, the adrenaline dulls the pain quickly, and my constant movement keeps me from being an easy target.