The Hash Slinging Slasher Quote Novels & Stories

I mean she was hot, had a bigger ass than mine and brains than mine but fuck it… there were far better things I was good at and she wasn’t. “If you kill me right now…” I said through clenched teeth, “You are not going to find a profiler like me, you hear me? Because there is no one like me on this damn planet.” I screamed the last part. All of this, it was driving me insane, Xander looked back at his harlot before looking at me with puzzled eyes, “Who said anything about killing anybody?” His question had me lowering my knife. What was he getting to? “You mean…” I left the words hanging,

Dylan urges and emphasizes on the last word. We shift into our wolf forms and run,leaving dead bodies and the injured behind. What's that quote that they always say about revenge? Something along the lines of : "love is sweet but revenge is sweeter." They were right about that! ____________________________________ Hope

Psycho is where it started, where the slasher genre itself started, and where this article has to end as well, she typed. As she saved the full draft, a familiar message tone chimed from her chat application. She smiled, knowing who waited on the other side of the conversation, the same as every other night. Oliver: What is the horror movie tonight? Sidney: How do you know I’m watching a horror movie, stalker? Oliver: You watch horror every night. Besides, I hacked your webcam. Sidney: LOL! Like what you see? Oliver: Always, beautiful. Sidney smiled and bit her index finger between her teeth.

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”

“H.G. Lewis’s stuff was ahead of its time. Looks kinda corny compared to stuff like Day of the Dead or whatever but nobody else was doing anything close back then.” “I just remember a pretty blonde getting her heart cut out by a madman in a black suit . . . ” I said. The vague memory nagged at me. “And then he ate it, I think.” “She was a redhead,” said James in a matter of fact tone. “And the killer in that scene was dressed up like an ancient Egyptian. Or supposed to be, anyway. Looked kinda like a toga party. He wears a black suit later on though.” “Maybe I’m thinking of something else,” I said.

Ben said in an afraid tone as he sat on the couch against the window. “It’s not possible. Even it is, then don’t be scared, nothing will happen to you…You don’t see horror flicks. In every horror movie, heroine is the last one to be attacked.” Ben stated chuckling trying to convince himself more than Zara. “Shut up Ben” Zara said with uneven breathing. All of a sudden the window broke and the hooded killer attacked Ben from behind. He held Ben by his hair, pulled his head backwards exposing his neck. And with a sudden flick, slit the young man’s throat. The blooded oozed out of his neck as he took his last breath.

"I sent the burn command from the terminal at the station. The Silas legacy is a graveyard of zeros. You've got nothing but a pile of old stones and a brother you can't sell." Abram’s laughter was a wet, rattling sound from across the table. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete. It splashed near Sloane’s designer heels. "She outplayed you, little sister. She took the toys away. Now what are you going to do? Rule the dirt?" "Shut up!" Sloane shrieked. She turned toward the shadows where the Petrov hitters stood like stone statues. "Kill them. Kill them both right now! I want their brains on the floor!"

“What do you think you are doing? Maybe I should give you a sounding slap to reset your foolish brain.” *Slap* “Ma’am, I didn’t mean to do it. I only followed orders. Please have mercy, I don’t want to die.” “You followed orders, whose orders? Tell me.” “I’ll get killed if I say it. Please have mercy.” “Well, everyone knows I’m not a forgiving person. I kill everyone who betrays me and now, it’s your turn. I’ll push you off this building and you’ll die.”

The slap echoed across the room and I glared down at the useless imbecile. “You should have thought about them before you tried to attack us today. I am going to make you regret ever following my car. I am going to make you regret your little road block and bomb stunt. I killed the other two idiots with you pretty quickly, but I’m going to make you spill your guts. And when I’m done, I’ll strangle you with them. If you cooperate, I will make the method you die less gruesome. If you don’t, it will be worse. Either way, you die.”

Then it hits me like a freight train. "Scarlet Jana Gold! You borrowed money from loan sharks?" I whisper shout "They’re not called that anymore Zee." She shakes her head as if I have sinned. "Je devrais te tuer moi-meme! Pourquoi m'impliquez-vous dans votre desordre?” [I should kill yourself! Why are you involving me in your mess?] "Zee, you know don't understand that language" she rolls her eyes and looks at me funny.