Killing Patton Novels & Stories

What's going on? I ran back to where I came from, and then I saw Patricia. The masked soldier held her by the collar, with his claws evident. I could tell he was about to plunge his claws into her neck. “Luna, please save me, he's going to kill me!” “No!” I shook my head and began running towards her. “Leave her alone! You must not kill her.” I yelled at the masked man, but for some reason, it seemed like the mask was smirking at me. And the next thing I knew, he plunged his claws into her neck, and Patricia died in front of me.

The two huge Alpha males dwarfed Patrick; the omega was nothing more than a few snatches of cheap suit between their massive bodies. I didn't know why the gunshot was muffled until Patrick let out a sound similar to a leaking tire. The air was flowing out of him along with his blood. Blood he'd been willing to donate to his son who would never see him alive again, would he? Patrick Flores died right in front of me, bled out on the white marble floor of my bedroom, and all I could do was wonder who would tell me about my mother now.

I had gone from an early-death supporting character to an even more disposable cannon fodder. In that instance, my death in the exam hall became a plot device. Rachel was so frightened by it that she almost failed to attend the same university as Timothy, turning it into a major plot point in the story. Watching the barrage of comments urging me to 'just die already', a dangerous thought crept into my mind. Maybe I should just accept it. The repeated failures had worn me down, leaving me drained and defeated. However, I could not choose to walk willingly toward certain death.

He had found surveillance footage from the cemetery, showing me knocking Raymond out and taking him away. The police interrogated me for hours. I refused to tell them where Raymond was. On the day the court sentenced me to death, I finally smiled. That scumbag, Raymond, was locked in a place only I knew. There was no food and water. He would never make it out. He would spend his last days in absolute despair, tortured by his sins. As for me, I faced my end willingly. I only hoped that in the next life, Ivy could find peace and happiness.

Still in shock, Patton tried to avoid the attack, but due to his old age and Ambrose’s speed, there was no way for him to dodge the punch. Bang! Ambrose used all his energy in that punch when he landed it on Patton’s chest. He heard Patton moan in pain when he was sent flying before crashing into the pillar near the door and landing heavily. The moment Patton landed, he vomited blood before he stopped breathing. Ambrose could feel both of his hands trembling when he saw Patton die horribly. His eyes were shining with regret and doubts. “I’m sorry, Imperial Physician Laine. I do not wish to kill you, but I really have no choice.”

Before Patricia could respond, Detective Blade played the voice recording. Patricia was so shocked that she stopped crying and said, “Please believe me, Detective Blade. I swear I didn’t touch Mrs Green. It was Dan’s idea to kill his wife.” Detective Blade couldn’t believe his ears and said, “Miss Sullivan, I advise you to find a good lawyer.” Then he stood up and left the interrogation room. At the JHB Stanton Private Hospital morgue, Kingston broke down when he saw his sister and his nephews lying quietly beside their mother. When he was selecting his sister’s casket, he forgot to select coffins for his nephews. He was overwhelmed with grief.

"That's definitely not true. The man didn't kill my parents. I didn't even meet the man you claim was killed, and I had no idea he was part of a mafia. But let me ask you this, if I did kill that man, why didn't I kill that fat dude?" "How am I supposed to know? Maybe you decided to show compassion since you nearly beat him to death, or you thought he was already dead and left him." Patricia scoffed. "You shouldn't base your judgment on assumptions. How the hell would I want to hit that fat dude? He's clearly twice, no, more like thrice my size. And you think I attacked him? Do I look like someone who could lay a finger on that guy? I can barely even kill a fly. Now you're telling me I kille

His face and brown leather jacket had little tiny splashes of blood on them. “What the fuck did you do?” I asked in a low menacing voice. He drops the gun on the ground and answers in a tight voice. “You don’t have to go anywhere anymore brother. Patrick Walker is dead… I killed him” Just then, more than a dozen gunshot sounds were heard in the far distance. Signaling the start of freaking war.

He asked and I nodded, developing a sudden curiosity. "Yes, and Nolan Walters was a pain in the ass." I rolled my eyes, "he's an arrogant total piece of crap." I looked up as Edward began to laugh. Did I say something funny? "I and Nolan's father, Jared, were friends." He explained and my mouth was practically left hanging open. I regained composure. "You never told me this, Why?" "Come on. Jared died when you and Nolan were just eight years old," Edward defended himself and sadness flashed in his eyes for a split second which made me wonder how close they were.

She swears. “Well, that is up to you. I am done here.” I say as I start walking away. “Luna Alicia! Luna Alicia!” Our camp cheers me on as I walk away. Then some instinct tells me to look behind and what I see affirms what Drake told me about the rogues, that they have very little respect for life, including their own. Patricia stabs herself on the chest with her own blade, then shouts the word victory as she collapses, probably dead. Her compatriots walk quickly to her and encircle her.