Thomas Kills Barney Novels & Stories

He goes down and I grab a piece of metal pipe from the ground and swing it at his head but he catches it and yanks me toward him and suddenly his hand is around my throat squeezing. "You stupid girl," Marcus snarls. "Did you really think you could beat me?" I can't breathe and black spots dance in my vision and I claw at his hand but he's too strong. Then suddenly Marcus releases me and I fall gasping and when I look up I see Thomas standing there with a gun pointed at Marcus's head. "This ends now," Thomas says quietly. "You won't shoot me," Marcus responds. "The council will destroy your entire pack." "The council can try," Thomas replies and pulls the trigger.

His gaze became unfocused and his fear-stricken eyes appeared to be in a daze. “Help! Help!” Thomas shouted to anyone who would hear him. Bam, bam, bam! Three punches landed consecutively and Thomas was completely crushed by the impact. His body could no longer hold up his weight and tumbled head-first to the ground. His legs kicked frantically a few times before they stopped moving. Thomas was dead. He had come like a hero, yet, he had not expected that his path today would lead him to his doom. Following Thomas’ death, Battle Warrior Department personnel swiftly arrived on the scene. They came after being notified by Samantha.

Thomas stood with Susie a step behind. It had been months since I had seen or spoken to them, apart from Claire’s wedding. Even then our encounters were minimal and basically nonexistent, to say we were supposed to be family. They truly had distanced themselves from me. This meant that I was trying to figure out why Claire’s parents could be here, now. “Is Claire alright?” “Claire’s fine, it's you we need to talk to.” Thomas voice was stern. “Alone.” “Anything you need to talk to me about can be said in front of Nick.”

She noticed how his smile faded weakly and before she could point it out to him, Will dragged his hand through his hair and turned to her so he was facing her. “Are you alright, Mr. Thomas?” “Ms. Miller…I have something to tell you.” He took a deep breath as if he wasn’t done yet convincing himself that what he was about to do was the right thing to do. “When you knocked yourself out in the bathroom―” “You didn’t really look away, did you?” Una narrowed her eyes at him and instantly leaned a little away from him. “I did,” he assured her immediately. “But it’s not whether I looked away or not what I want to confess about.”

He asked me with concern itched on his face. “Dad is no more in this world. Please, drive home.” I said in a mere whisper and his face lost all its colours. Half an hour later.. The house was packed with police officers, ambulance and the reporters at the gate but nothing bothered us as we felt an emptiness. Thomas was found dead on the floor of his study room, strangled by the cord of telephone. It was a murder but the killer didn’t leave any trace behind. His caretaker was also missing.

His eyes flickered toward Serena, his grip tightening around Amy. “She ruined everything! My marriage! My reputation! My entire goddamn life!” Serena glared at him, her voice hoarse. “You did that all by yourself, Thomas.” “Shut up!” Thomas roared, shaking with fury. Ryan clenched his fists, his mind racing. He needed to distract Thomas, keep him talking until— A faint movement caught Ryan’s eye. Steve. He had maneuvered around the side of the warehouse, creeping behind Thomas with a gun raised.

"You thought Jerome was soft. You thought he was weak because he loved me. But you forgot something. He's your son. He knows how to destroy things just as well as you do." ​"I will kill him," Thomas whispered. It wasn't a threat; it was a vow. "I don't need money to kill him. I'll do it myself. I'll burn the jail down with him inside." ​"You can try," I said. "But you're broke, Thomas. You're exposed. And I'm betting the police are going to be very interested in why 'Silas Thorne' has the same fingerprints as a dead man." ​"You little bitch," he spat.

"We can't do that, sir. You need to let him go." "He's my SON!" Thomas screamed. "Mine to do with as I please!" Oliver was crying harder now, his whole body shaking. "Please don't kill me. Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," "You should be sorry!" Thomas tightened his grip. "Worthless boy.” More policemen were arriving, surrounding them in a tighter circle. Thomas could see the SWAT team moving into position, snipers probably setting up. This was it. The end of the line.

Thomas said, “If Giovanni can’t get Bernard, or he gets killed by Bernard, it won’t mean anything to us. The ending we want to see the most is for them to fight each other and die together. However, based on the difference in their capabilities, Giovanni won’t be able to do it. So, I have to secretly help him and make sure he can kill Bernard. The Art Trading Corporation in the Southland District will only collapse entirely when Bernard dies. Then, the Southland District will truly recover and be reconstructed.” Vincent stared at Thomas fearfully. Honestly, Thomas’ approach was amazing, but it also made Vincent shudder and feel terrified. Thomas did not feel like a person to Vincent but a co

Despair washed over me. I froze and looked at him. "Do you really have to kill me?" "I'm sorry," Thomas's eyes softened unexpectedly. "Killing you is the only way to save you… and to save more people. I have to clean up the mess I've caused." Before I could respond, I blacked out. When I woke, I was back at the abandoned factory. The stench of blood and decay filled the air. A pile of corpses lay before me, and I was tied to a bed, unable to move.