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Their faces unrecognizable as the only one he recognized was his rage. Some of the officers noticed how weird he's acting, but none of them could’ve predicted the next thing. BANG! The bullet of the .40 Smith and Wesson went straight towards the head of the now deceased Fred Jules Leopold as he fell swiftly to his death. August, who was cuffed to him fell with him. “Jameson! What is the meaning of this?” “You won’t understand. He killed my daughter.” Tears started falling from his already watery eyes.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

Jock shattered the glass and landed on the road opposite. Kayson went after him, leaving the staff members on the first floor bewildered. They wondered if they had seen Superman. Kayson’s punch ruptured Jock’s internal organs, and he died on the spot. Kayson carried Jock’s corpse and headed to the Allens. … Tuckson and his son were already eager to see Kayson bowing to them and begging for mercy in the Allen mansion. Steelification Doyen sat by the side and meditated. All of a sudden, he opened his eyes.

Jennifer smartly dragged him down and shot him dead. Whereas, Jackson was still searching and shooting around. He couldn't stop. “You bastard.” Jennifer shot Jackson dead as well. Then escaped from the gate. “Finally I have the brave man down.” She said to herself. Jackson, already lying dead, had to be carried to the grave by his colleagues. “He is dead.” Message reaching Atlas “Dead?” Atlas asked with shock and couldn't hold his cup of wine, probably. “Jennifer succeeded in eliminating Jackson?” Atlas asked, with grief in his heart, and picked up his phone and dialed Christian's number.

I shall die if I cannot have you. You have become an obsession. You haunt me every night and day. I long to run to you, take you in my arms, and pour out my love. Nothing matters in this world except my love for you. A terrible famine destroys me. A famine of me wanting you. I cannot tell if my existence is a dying life or a living death. All I know is that I need you. I have no incentive for going in breathing and learning unless I can have you. You are mine. I am madly in love with you. The Joker On Halloween.

Frank said, forcing a confidence he didn't quite feel. "Alright," Dukes replied, though doubt lingered behind his eyes. By the end of the week, they had hit every business in Little Gotham, leaving behind a trail of frightened shop owners and empty cash registers. Frank heard on the news that Jo was found dead in his office on Tuesday morning, the report delivered in a flat, detached voice that made the tragedy feel distant and unreal. His gun lay on the floor beneath his dangling fingers, the scene arranged with a precision that told its own quiet story. His waitresses said they never saw it coming. They insisted that Jo had always seemed like a very happy guy, and none of them could explai

"What else?" Jerome hesitates a second. That tells me the next part hits big. "Harlan is dead, boss. Killed quietly months ago. No big announcement. Just found in his own house, throat cut clean. Happened the same night we pulled Alice and Gabe from Jackal's underground race." I sit up straighter. That date sticks clear. I remember the blood, the rain, Alice crashing her bike that night. "Too convenient," I mutter. I rub my jaw, feel the stubble rough under my fingers.

As soon as the voices vanished, I slowly opened my eyes and I was welcomed by a dark room with a window, letting some of the light crawl inside the room. I reminisced about everything as I was sitting alone in this gloomy place whilst staring at Madreign’s bloody flag. Beside me was a black rose. My attention was then stolen by a bird’s cry. As I gazed at it, it flew away. We fought together, but I was the only one left. If I could just bring back the past, I would. I would love us to reunite again and fly a kite on the mountain. Did I make the right judgment? I . . . brought them to death, and people still call me a hero. Maximaze Lativitus Park, the notorious Death Judge of Normous became

He then patted my shoulder and left. I walked over to the living room, trembling violently. I then caressed my mother's cold face, sobbing uncontrollably. Three days later, I organized a funeral for Mom. Even though there'd been a lot of discussion and scandal surrounding Mom after her food killed my exes, death was still a serious matter at the end of the day. Many people still attended Mom's funeral. I stood at the entrance of the funeral parlor, mechanically greeting each guest even as utter despair filled my heart.