Romans & histoires This Man Must Die

the man states as the hunters prepare their rifles. “Any last words, Mr. Price?” My mind brainstorms for long words but I only came up with these short simple last words. “You're gonna die in my sight.” With my deadly dark eyes and clenching jaws I say to him. Our eyes lock. I'm going to kill him, and then I'm going to kill Mr. Andrews after. With every luck I have, I'm gonna do as I promise. They'll see. “You should get ready, Mr. Your headstart begins in five seconds,” the man informs.

"We're bringing Noelle to the station now. You should come too. Rest assured, we won't let a guilty person walk free, nor will we accuse an innocent one." At the station, Aria continued to point and hurl accusations at me. She blamed me for her son's death and called for my own. I turned to the officers. "Officer, I noticed cameras on the peak. If we review the footage, it'll all be clear. Brandon's death wasn't my fault—he was the one trying to kill me." Unbeknownst to Brandon, as he led me up the mountain, cameras were watching from above. Regardless of whether he had been saved, his crime was already recorded.

"She called for help, and not only did I hang up on her, but I also mocked her for pulling petty tricks like this." He was shaking violently. "I killed her, Chris. I was the one who sealed her fate with my own two hands." Throat tight with grief, Chris could only hold him closer. After all, any words seemed pale and powerless in the face of such truth and despair. After what felt like an eternity, Connor gradually stopped trembling. He pushed Chris away and staggered to his feet. His face wore an eerie, almost unnatural calm. He took off the uniform jacket that symbolized his role as a patrol officer and draped it gently and carefully over my mutilated body.

“Take his body to the meat market when you’re done. Make sure no one ever finds him.” “Nooooooo,” Vinnie screams. “Yah can’t do this.” "Yes, I can." I turn to the man as I start to roll down my cuffs. “Shut up,” I snap. “Be a man and die with some dignity.”

⸻ The case dies fast. Evidence goes missing. CCTV cameras malfunction. Witnesses recant statements they never officially made. Elena is called into a meeting forty-eight hours later with two superiors who speak in careful, rehearsed phrases. “There are bigger pressures at play,” one of them says. “You need to let this breathe,” the other adds. “My partner was executed,” Elena replies flatly. “And if you push this the wrong way,” the first man says quietly, “you’ll join her.” The threat is polite. Clear.

This man, the leader of a powerful cartel, holds our lives in his hands, and he seems to relish the power he wields. As he turns back to us, his expression hardens. “Only one of you has to die,” he says, his tone matter-of-fact. “I’ll let you choose which one.” I feel as though the floor has dropped out from beneath me, my breath catching in my throat. He wants us to choose… to decide which one of us will die to satisfy his sick, twisted sense of revenge.

The Manager almost had a heart attack. @Death Wish

The man scoffed "I'm sorry, Dave. The young master would have my head chopped off if he sees you alive. His last instructions: "kill on sight, if the briefcase is not seen" I'm sorry dude, But you have to go join your colleagues, cause I ain't ready to join them." He said with no tone of sympathy. " What can I say?" The man mumbled and shot Dave to death. Dave's hands fell to the ground and his face to the skies. The man moved out angrily and sped off crazily in his car. "Damn it" he muttered NEXT MORNING:

“I swear to you, I didn’t know they were still operational. They bypassed the usual channels. There was no way for me to know.” Mancini stared at him silently for several long seconds. Then nodded slowly. “I see.” The man visibly relaxed slightly. Big mistake. “In other words,” Mancini said calmly, “you’re useless to me.” The insider’s eyes widened instantly. “Wai…” The sound exploded through the room violently before he could even get the words out of his mouth, as blood splattered across the floor. The man dropped instantly, dead before he even hit the ground. Andressa didn’t move or react. Neither did most of the men in the room.

I shook my head in disagreement and he laughed again. "Can you imagine? People like them don't do anything in this world. They're living, but they're just trash and don't add anything. Some of them need to die." Thaddeus said. "Are you trying to say that the tattooed man is going to die?" my eyes widened. "Yes, because I'm glad he's going to die. That's what he gets for not treating you with respect." I exhaled deeply, “Thad! I’m not letting you kill anyone here, alright? Please don’t do that again if it’s not necessary….”