Killing Patton Novels & Stories

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

Naglakad ako papuntang hagdan para maligo tuwing titingin ako sa bawat sulok ng naalala ko ang nangyari sa buong pamilya ko. Nabuhay akong nagnanakaw at pumapaswok sa paaralan para man mananan ang bawat kilos ng mga anak ng pumatay sa magulang ko.Magkakaibigan ang pumatay sa pamilyako pero ngayon hindi ko parin alam kung bakit nila nagawa iyon sa pamilya ko, I want to tortured them, How they tortured my family! -- I want to kill them now! But this is not the right time dahil kulang pa ang mga information ko tungkol sakanila.

Evelyn made her way slowly across the room. “Breathing?” She asked, her voice emotionless. Kaleb’s eyes went to his chest, it was no longer raising and falling. Kaleb looked at Patrick , answering with his eyes. The foam coming out of his mouth stopped. Evelyn kneeled down and turned his head slightly. “Dead.” Evelyn said her voice almost sounded happy. “Mom I, he was going to kill Kaleb. I’m sorry I-” Patrick began to try to explain to her. “It wasn't you Dear.” Evelyn said, touching Patrick’s cheek.

"I was hoping I'd find you." "You didn't try too hard. Good thing I was the one who came looking. And I asked you a question, animal. What happened to my brother?" A cold grin the likes Stu hoped never to see turned his way graced Patricia's lips. "If you mean the other shooter dressed as your clone, then he's dead." "Dead? You killed him?" The shriek almost made Stu wince. "What did you expect?" Patricia spat, giving the female no quarter. "He shot my mate. Just like you were shooting at us too. I did what I had to in order to protect myself and Ricky."

And I wanted him to stay by my side, rather than protecting me. My reason was if Jesse protected me, he would die. I believed the reason Dorian Phoenix killed Jesse was that he tried to prevent me from leaving. Dorian had the power to control the flow of time, so he wouldn't let anyone interfere with his plans and wouldn't hesitate to kill others.

I had come for Alpha Patrick’s blood, only to discover someone had beaten me to it. The disappointment was bitter on my tongue. I had wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes myself, to tell him who was sending him to his grave. But I quickly redirected my wrath. If I couldn’t end Patrick, I would end his legacy. “Why?” the elder asked. I could feel their excitement rolling off them. “Because he killed his father.” The events that unfolded were swift and brutal. Diana’s son was promoted to Alpha status, while Patrick’s son was executed.

Then, he delivered a ruthless kick at Eva's chest. "How could you be so evil? I can't believe I…" As he spoke, his eyes gradually reddened. "I can't believe I was tricked by you! And I even… killed Liddy with my own hands…" His expression shifted to that of pain, and he was on the verge of breaking down. Before Eva was dragged outside, she was still laughing. "Haha! And so what? Lydia is dead now, Caleb. There's no use regretting it now! Haha…"

Caspian I locked eyes with Patrick, his hand trembling as he held the gun to my head. "Do you really want to kill me?" I asked, trying to read his intentions. "You look like someone who can't even kill a fucking ant." Patrick's face twisted in anger, his voice shaking slightly. "Yes, I'll kill you. You took her away from me. You took the woman that I loved away from me." That was when I snapped. Enough! How dare he? He had no rights.

I am exhausted from smiling and being nice when all I wanted was to take that stake knife and stab him with it. I wonder how his eyes would look as life seeps out of them. Maybe for the first time, I'll see terror and desperation in him. Maybe if I am lucky he'll beg me to save him, or even better to kill him to ease the pain. I wish I get to see it. But then I should be careful what I wish for, I just might get it.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.