Killing Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

Without having a chance to dodge or even defend himself, Mickey mercilessly stabbed his knife into Jimmie's stomach, then pulled it roughly and let Jimmie's body fall in a pool of his own blood. Jimmie died instantly at the bar from blood loss. And ten minutes later Mickey was dragged out of the bar by two cops who gave him strange looks. He wasn't afraid or sad at all after Jimmie's death. He was taken out by the police with a big smile etched on his dark, shabby face. He didn't regret killing Jimmie at all, he was just happy that he managed to get rid of one of the nightmares of the girls in his village. “Your nephew is very active and healthy. He takes very good care of his mother like a

One of them shouted. And then in that moment, when Mickey was probably thinking if how he would spend the bounty on my head. Submachine gunfire, mixed with the slashing sound of a very sharp sword cutting through flesh interrupted him. He turned back towards his men who were all smiling a few minutes ago, they all laid dead and in pieces, he stood there staring at their corpses, his stare was met with the wild stare of the mute. Chucks stared at him gloomily, waiting for him to make a move, and as expected he quickly tried to to the pistol back to my face. Chuks swung the sword and Mickey's arm fell to the ground. He staggered to the corner of the room and sat down, clenching the severed arm

I think you're looking for an excuse to kill me. - What? – Alex says, shocked. – Why do you think that? - Because me and Kat… I mean… I think… we talked and we came to the conclusion that… how do I say this? – stutters Micky. - you are mates too. – Alex says, no longer patient for so many detours. Micky gets up and prepares himself to be attacked. Alex shakes his head, and starts to undress. When they see him take off his clothes, they think Fury will appear, but Alex puts on his pajamas and lies down on the blankets next to Kat.

"To warn the little one, I used her mother's blood. I took a gun and- bang! Splash, the red blood spluttered on the wall and the floor!" A maniacal laughter erupted after. "Yes, yes! The mother was dead! Do you know who killed her?" He looked at her once again, enjoying the fact that her insides were churning up from his words. Ah, bliss! Showing a smile that was not quite a smile, he said. "Yes, it was the little mouse. It was the little mouse who killed its mother." Althea struggled, she struggled, trying to untie the rope on her body.

Mike pulled the trigger. I moved my body in between him and Vince, but the bullet went through me as expected. It was a headshot! Mike had killed Vince.

“What did you say?!” Maverick shouted as he shot up from his seat. He was so shocked that he almost dropped his mouse. The snivelly man breathed heavily and answered, “Your nephew, Buck, was killed at Yelloton Hotel. I just received the news, and it’s a hundred percent true.”

“Kenneth, is that true? How could you create such a monster?” Kenneth turned to Markees to see if he had judgement in his eyes. “Let’s just say Allen wasn’t the only monster back in those times.” “You fought him before though. So there is a chance I can hurt her.” Ken recalled the night he killed Allen. Kenneth had stepped in and punched him and Allen had even cut him. So how come killing him was impossible?

He pointed the knife at Mikey's back and came running. Elisa screamed and moved aside as Gerald stabbed Mikey in the shoulder. Mikey groaned loudly but was quick to grab Gerald's throat. He took his gun out and pointed at Gerald's forehead, "I didn't want to do this because you are my best friend but, I choose blood over friendship," Mikey said and pulled the trigger.

For a brief moment, I wished I could go back to before it all started. *Ivy* I heard Camila's voice echoing faintly down the hall. She and Max were in the lounge, probably discussing Ana… or more like, the mess I created. Well, should I feel bad? Probably. Not really. Not fully. I killed her. That’s the truth. I ended her life with my own hands, and now people were mourning her, not knowing the devil was still walking free. “Gosh, that’s so awful,” Camila said, her voice tinged with shock. “Who could do such a thing?”

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"