The Outsiders Deaths Novels & Stories

"Irving? I killed him. I threw his body into the sea to feed the sharks. "Aren't you all in love with him? Don't you all want to marry him? Too bad for you. Your wish will never come true. Come on! Kill me and avenge him!" Natalia's eyes turned bloodshot. She drove the knife straight into my chest. I collapsed limply onto the floor. Just as my consciousness was about to fade, I heard Irving's voice coming from the front garden. "Why is everyone here? What perfect timing. I bought some pastries. Ah! Why is there so much blood here?"

I instantly gagged, turning my head away from Cade. “I’ll let her know.” “By the way, I left another present for you guys outside. It is about three miles straight east. I think that is who was actually hired to kill Maddox. That means the first person is killed and the next person is up. I have a list of their names, so we shall see.” Dad laughed as I turned back to Cade. “Sounds good.” Cade nodded, like he expected that.

One of the men ordered. “Yes, sir.” The man named Chad said very shakily looking at me. He turned and left to go down the hall and into the room. I could hear a commotion down there as he stumbled out the door yelling, “They are dead, they are dead!!” The man who ordered Chad looked at me. “How did they die?” He asked me. “I crushed them and threw them against the back wall,” I said not wavering from his stare. “Is that what it looked like Chad?” He said not taking his eyes off me.

Those two suspects interrogated in the Hawaiian girl’s death—gang banger wannabes the both, with rap sheets as long as one’s arm—turned up dead themselves in that same sleepy community of Ogletree, their bodies (or what was left of them) segmented and strewn in butcher-shop-floor fashion all up and down some railroad tracks, severed limbs and spilled organs flung, heads decapitated as they lay next to each other pointed in different directions across the ties. A local school bus driver, “Big” Minnie Dean, discovered them at dawn along her route, where supposedly the pair had wandered out onto the tracks in the middle of the night, laid down together, and then had either fallen asleep or pass

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Two grim reapers who would soon take their souls to the other side of the world. Before they left a while ago, I touched both of their hands when I saw a premonition. There, I saw them die in a car accident. It was on a road and they were inside of a burning taxi. I could even hear their screams for help in my vision but no one helped them until the taxi exploded and their body was... was... I sighed again. "I'm sorry," I whispered meekly. After that, I turned my back on them. I could help, but I choose not to. The truth was I didn't want to interfere with their fate because I knew that they would not listen to me either.

She grabbed Jess’s arm and pulled her towards a nearby tree to hide behind. She was reluctant to leave Jonathan, but he seemed as though he was handling his own just fine. As Jess peered around the tree, she saw Jonathan shoot the silver bullets straight through the hearts of the outsiders, killing them almost instantly. More wolves came out of hiding and began shooting at Jonathan as well; he managed to dodge the bullets and shoot them as well. They fell to the ground with blood pouring from their bodies. Jess had to keep her mouth covered to keep herself from screaming. “Where’s Graham?” Jess asked Naomi.

Eventually, Tina was handed a life sentence as the principal offender, while Zach was let off easy with just ten years. Nevertheless, when Zach was finally released ten years later, my daughter was already in grade school. He tried to find us, but we had moved out, and the city where we used to live had also changed drastically. With his parents gone too, he didn't even have a place to stay. He ended up fighting for turf with some homeless bums under a bridge, who eventually mobbed him and beat him to death, while his rotting corpse was only found after putrefaction. As it happened in some quiet far flung corner, there were no cameras, and the perpetrators were never found.

~Delmundo The next few days were filled with nation wide condolences. Distant relatives of the murdered victims cried and wailed at the gruesome way their loved ones had died and I watched it all with glee. I had saved Circe Croft for last on my hit list as I went house to house collecting the heads of the twelve. They never saw me coming as I and my death dealers made our way into theirs homes. We had left Lydia with her mother's corpse after I had put a bullet in her forehead.

no" before his head popped like a melon under a sledgehammer, spraying a cloud of red. He hit the ground, dead as a doornail, no twitch or shudder. "Mister Leandro Jackman!" The three guards and Yaron, the driver, let out heart-wrenching cries, collapsing beside the fallen brothers, sobbing like it was the end of the world. Those guys were the brothers' right-hand men. With both gone and the Jackmans being notorious for their cutthroat ways, they were as good as dead even if Alexander had not finished them off.