Scream 3rd Killer Novels & Stories

March 15. An identity fitted to torment the killer of the poor woman. “Do you understand? ANSWER ME, 0315.” I, who was driven into the corner of guilt and endless nightmare, looked into the predatory gleam in his red eyes. “Yes, my Lycan.”

“I swear I saw him at my house the night Brett reported the murder. He gave me the creeps.” Patton's face darkened. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “The scar is pretty distinctive.” “Dark hair? And you said the scar was across his right cheek? Not the left?” Detective Patton asked, putting both his hands on her shoulders. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “Yeah. Do you know who he is?” Detective Patton swallowed hard. “He's the Trio's hitman. Are you sure you saw a scar?” The Trio. They were the up-and-coming organized crime syndicate. They were the ones that Brett had witnessed and was going to testify against.

A middle-aged woman catches the shirt tail of Gangster number three who has wavered between saving his boss and his own hide. The members of the Transmigration Bureau aren’t as lucky. Spinstra has had the foresight to steal into Death’s office and, with her vile accomplice Kharon, massacres the clueless Helter-Skeltals along the way. Upon reaching Hell’s Helm, they then ambush the preoccupied reapers, stabbing one in the back, slicing another’s throat and impaling the third with a sword shaped like a giant insect’s mandible.

I assumed the third person was the one who had killed the two men and fled. “There was a third person here, I can smell their scent, fading but there was definitely another person here. Most likely the one one who killed these two.” I replied thinking nothing of it, my senses were much more heightened than Rhett’s but a tracker should have caught it. “Did you have any trackers in here?” “Yah just one, he could only scent the Alpha’s son and got nothing from the unknown. He detected no other scents.” I could feel his frustration and curiosity from the other side of the room.