Killing Jesus Bill Oreilly Novels & Stories

Like Jake’s dad in Vietnam. . . . you got the bad things you deserved. I looked away from Bill, stunned by this strange revelation. “Wow,” I breathed. Bill nodded, misunderstanding my shock as simple wonder. “Yeah. Interesting, huh? I don’t know how I feel about it, but what if we have Jesus and the cross and they have that?” He shook his head, looking back at the movie screen, which was showing the old fashioned countdown before the movie began. “Like I said, interesting.”

He teetered for an instant, his back a pool of blood and then like a wounded deer, he started crawling on his stomach, his blood-spattered back drowned his will as every push he made slowly came to an end. Above him was a man holding a sharp machete. Before Peter could comprehend what was going on, the chief priest of Umuoku stared at him and raised a machete. A sharp drive towards his neck, the crucifix disembedded from his necklace and fell on the ground with the wounded face of Jesus Christ staring at his dead body.

- Report to the CSU from across the line. - Whatever it is. Tell me. - You felt the spine of your back shiver. - The fingerprint of the phone we found at the scene, the information accessed, everything indicates that we have the killer under our eyes, someone who infiltrated without raising suspicion.... - He paused while the commander’s eyes were filled with tears. - I’m very sorry Petter, but John Martinez is Andy’s killer. - concluded.

I inquired, feigning uncertainty about the full extent of the situation. "The Future Beta was caught as the main killer behind the deaths of those young students. He was caught attempting to kill Olive, the seer!" Mr. Cornel disclosed, his words laced with harshness and disrespect. "Killer? How can you be so sure? How did you come to the conclusion that he was the one responsible?" I passionately defended, my eyes locked on them with intensity. "You..." I began to say, but before I could continue, Mr. Jeff, Olive's father, stood up abruptly, cutting off my words.

My head jerked up, and I stared at the evidence bag. Impossible. This morning, I'd only inspected and reinforced the lines. I hadn't cut anything. Satisfaction flickered in Gabriel's eyes, but it was gone in an instant. He turned to me with a pained expression. "Evie, why would you do this? I know you wanted to save money, but you can't gamble with people's lives!" Accusations crashed over me like waves. "Monster!" "She killed a whole family just to save money! Someone like that deserves to be executed!"

"Yes she would Odell, and what are you thinking?..." "I'm thinking of bringing my father back Alec!" Odell snaps at me. "But your father is dead and anything that's dead should stay dead brother! We know better than to mess with the dead." I tell him back. "Easy for you to say because you're not the one whose father was assassinated with no way of knowing who or what killed him." He confronts me. "That is not true Odell, and you know that. There are ways that we could investigate who killed king Orrin without going about it this way," I say.

Jesus, they killed that man at the party? “ Y-you killed him?” I stutter in tears. “ Yes, death is what he gets for touching what is ours. You are ours, if we catch any man touching you again, we will give him a slow death. We will cut off his fingers, one at a time and shove his dick off while we feed it to the dogs, we will make you watch it the next time that happens.” Jesus Christ, I’m losing my balance. “ Now admit or you want this one dead too!” he shouts.

Orlando was gone and things were running smoothly so I hadn’t been worried. I grabbed a letter opener and crept to the door of the office shutting it slightly. Just enough that I could hide behind the door. I waited until the first man entered and swung before moving and putting the weapon to the throat of the second’s neck. Maybe it would have worked if it had been Cristo himself but it wasn’t and the man had frozen, but he was probably because he knew that Cristo would sacrifice him and he had done just that. When Cristo had entered, he ordered the other man to shoot him while his gun went to the back of my head. The man hadn’t even taken a breath before he raised his gun and shot the man

I killed people and it felt so good and I wasn't going to stop till I'm right qt the top, where no one can touch me. I slid into the car, my body instinctively pressing against the door, seeking some kind of barrier between me and everything I had just left behind. The engine rumbled to life, and the car began to move, but there was something—someone—beside me. I could feel the presence, but I refused to turn my head, not wanting to know who it was. My gaze stayed locked on the world outside, my mind replaying the screams over and over. The image of their tear-streaked faces, the desperate shaking of their heads, their silent pleas for mercy. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had already made

Damn no won't I feel like my head is going to split open any minute. “Who shot me?” “Orian Miller. The guy that started all of this.” “I hope that he looks worse than I feel.” I grinned wishing I hadn't every inch of my face hurt. “He's dead Orlando. You shot him.” “Good.” I looked at Daniel. “Any more casualties?” “Well Warren and Mulvey are dead Miller shot them and you shot Oliver so no, no more casualties.” I nodded damn even that hurt. I can't believe he betrayed us to get back his concoction.