The Hash Slinging Slasher Quote Novels & Stories

“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.

"I don't want to get my hands dirty. Say your last prayers, bitch 'cause this is where it's going to end." I once watched a film about two rival gangs. Their feud was almost eternal and they were always killing each other's men. It got to a head one day when the two leaders decided to face off. One pulled out a gun and began to make a long speech. While he kept talking, the other one pulled out his gun and shot him right in between the eyes. Once he was done, he shook his head and spoke to the dead man at his feet - If you want to shoot, shoot, don't talk.

He made quick work of her wounds, as if reversing death was as easy as tying shoes. “Yeah. Lovely if you're an ax murderer.” I attempted to smile at her. I shuddered instead. “Sweet god,” I whispered, “I can't believe someone was capable of this.” Samael's earlier words haunted my mind: There will be slaughter tonight, Shannon, righteous massacre. It will be bloody, gruesome, and abhorrent to you. You won't be able to look away.

Every attack Jack threw, he deflected or dodged. But Jack wasn't fighting to win. He was fighting to buy time. Haley burst through a side door, screaming at the top of her lungs—not from fear, but genuine rage. "Hey, shadow freak! Nice coat! Did you steal it from a Matrix cosplayer?!" Charon actually paused. "What?" It was all the opening needed. Jack's claws raked across the assassin's back, drawing blood for the first time. Charon whirled, furious, but Haley was already doing something impossible—

I said with a sly smirk. He was startled to see me. “No time for long talks, this would teach you to be more careful with whom you deal with,” I added. “Who are y-” "Fulmen eximius, mortalis ictus, vanios te!" (Exceptional lightning, deadly strike, Vanish!)

Lyall says, stepping forward. I glance down at the crimson pooling at my feet. “No. He didn’t deserve the pleasure” I reply. We turn and walk out, leaving the corpse to rot behind us. Let them come. Let them all come. I am the madman they whisper about in the dark. And I just made damn sure they never forget it.

Smack! The geezer slapped them across the face right then, bellowing, "Go?! Go Where?! Understand this—I didn't waste my years twiddling my thumbs! Even the owner of Golden Lily would never dare to do anything to me. Now tell that Quill woman that she'll send that girlie over to me, or I'll make sure she and her boss die painfully!" The thugs were absolutely exasperated and strode up as they sighed. "Sorry, Ms. Quill. He's just drunk…"

“I will only ask you once, so think before you answer.” “Shadow hunters,” said the guy nervously as Lucifer outs the gun to the head and pulled the trigger. The other two guys are now on their knees, pleading for their lives. Joshua walks up to them and stabs the one on the neck with his knife; the blood spills all over as the guy grabs his neck tries to breathe then collapses. Joshua now walks over to the third, “any last words?”