Killing Patton Novels & Stories

A few minutes later, mom, her sister, and the father of Patricia entered my room. “Phoenix, your aunt and uncle want to talk to you,” mom said to me. They came to me, and a second later, the father of Patricia bowed in front of me. “I am sorry for blaming you for the death of my daughter.” He said, which shocked me. I stood up, and I started to talk. “What do you mean?” I asked him. So, his wife started talking. “We already knew Melody killed Patricia,” my aunt said to me. “Also, Melody died due to poison.” She added.

“You let me in? What do you mean, ‘you let me in’? The first day I went to that house you threw me out!” “No. In the beginning I most definitely accepted you and let you in. Of course, I didn’t really want to, but since you were my sister, I thought I should treat you with kindness.” “What nonsense are you talking about?” “Patricia, six years ago you killed me in this prison after I drank the poison you gave me.” Patricia’s lips remained closed for a while. She looked at Alicia, confused, then let out an incredulous laugh. “You’ve gone mad! You say you died after drinking the poison I gave you? Are you listening to yourself?”

I didn't even look up when a presence filled the doorway and just stared into nothingness. “She is dead…,” I murmured softly as I choked on my tears. “Who?” Austin questioned, and I inhaled sharply as I looked up at him. My bottom lip began to quiver as I stared at him. “Olivia, Landon, Jace, and Tonya,” I muttered and watched his eyes begin to glow in a blinding whiteness. He started panting painfully before he growled menacingly, “Patrick must die.” Nodding in agreement. I told him that his dad and Sirius, with several guards, were going to attack the prick at this very moment.

"Doctor Patterson?" Her name was the last thing he said as a bullet went through his right eye, killing him on the spot. His body was still falling when the gunman dragged Shaun forward, forcing her to step over her dead colleague and out into the hallway. She twisted around to look behind her, catching the wide, terrified eyes of the boy, now sitting up in his bed and staring after them. "You killed him!" Shaun yelled, yanking on the arm he was gripping.

After giving everything to the police they needed and the body was taken away, they left the house, knowing they’d never come back. The three got back to their clearing, Michael appeared in shock as Alissa and Luca gently guided him to the house. Alissa went to find the others to explain what happened while Luca supported Michael to get to a shower and a change of clothes. Alissa found Jack cradling Peta in the games room. “He’s so cute!” Jack exclaimed quietly as he bounced the blanketed bundle. Alissa chuckled humourlessly, “Kimberly’s been killed,” she mumbled. Jack looked up in shock. “I found her, she’s been stabbed.” “What do you mean?”

I state. *Fucking nailed it,* Dozer says, over mind-link. I draw a deep breath, feeling like the worst of it is over. When Bruce sits down and the dork Norman gets up, Mick paces in my head. “How many people have you killed Travis,” he asks. Cheap shot. I keep a straight face and don’t flinch. *Yeah we’ll leave the next body on his porch so he can see what trash we take out,* Shock says, over mind-link.

With everything properly set and in order, I proceeded towards the bedroom, ready to awaken Killian from his slumber. As I observed his countenance, it was evident that he was not in a deep slumber. Though his eyes were shut, his body remained rigid. Just as I was about to reach out to him, he abruptly opened his eyes, fixating his gaze directly on me. "Your bath awaits, Your Highness," I informed him. As he sat upright in bed, his stare persisted while he questioned me, "Are you certain you can successfully end my life this time?" His inquiry caught me off guard, causing me to choke momentarily. Did he still hold the belief that I had attempted to kill him? It seemed he was excessively sens

But there was something about his facial features. The day she had died, the time she had stood outside the very same car she drove to the bar the previous night. The day she had stood watching her husband making out in the car with her niece just few minutes after she had a stillbirth and had died, the car that had come from behind her. It's driver . She finally recslled. The man that stood before her was the same man behind the wheels of the car that had killed her again the second time. The man who had propelled her back to this part of her life years ago .

This was dead serious. "¿Qué pasó esta vez, Yara? (what happened this time Yara?)" She sounded so relaxed. I could understand that she had been through worse, but I was freaking out. "Mamá, soñé con él. Él estaba en mi suéno y era tan jodidamente real. Incluso mató a Lane y le disparó a alguien y él- (mom I dreamt of him. He was in my dream, and it was so bloody real. He even killed Lane and he shot someone and he-)" She cut me off.

"Ma'am, stand down. Cooperate with the investigation." Mom’s hand hung in the air, useless. She whirled around to face Dad, desperation bleeding into her voice. "She’s the one who mixed them up, right? You saw it! It wasn't me! I didn't kill her!" Dad didn't even look at her. His vacant eyes were locked entirely on the closet door panel. On those little black thumbprints. Row after row. The detective ordered the property manager to pull up the apartment's security feeds. The smart camera mounted on the living room ceiling was installed by Dad just before Christmas.