Thomas Kills Barney Novels & Stories

I cut in, "we can't be anything more than friends." He looked like I had knocked the wind out of him, but then he nodded, his smile returning. "Alright, Rebecca. Friends first, I can do that." I was about to respond when someone grabbed my hand from behind. I spun around to find Thomas glaring at me, his eyes burning with anger. "Who's this guy, Rebecca?" he demanded. Frank, recognizing the fury in Thomas's eyes, knew right away he was the reason for my troubles. In a flash of rage, Frank's fist connected with Thomas's face.

The way his voice turned cold as he promised revenge against the people who had exposed his crimes. "They think they've won," Thomas had said as they led him away in handcuffs. "But I'll make them pay for destroying my business. Victoria Kane and Richard Pierce will regret the day they crossed the Smith family." But Thomas Smith never got his revenge. He died in federal prison three years into his sentence, killed by inmates who discovered he had been skimming money from a children's hospital construction fund.

dad staggered towards her, and lunged at her but Thomas was faster at a lightning speed he was in front of dad driving a clawed hands into his chest and ripped my dad's heart out. "The only one dying here is you and you spawn, old man" he snarled menacingly and my life stopped spinning at that moment. A piercing shriek tore through my throat, I stared at Thomas in horror as he held my dad's beating heart in his hand before tossing it away like some trash. "You bastard! You killed my father!" I yelled as anger bubbled up within me. Jumping up from my chair, I lunged at Thomas but he wrapped a hand around my neck before I could reach him while his other hands held my wrist that was aiming for

Edgar shouted, the sound so loud that Leo stopped, “I'm going to kill him with my own hands. You just have to wait, I have signed a contract with you, what I want is to kill this treacherous man." Edgar approached, her demonic eyes almost wide open and looked like they were about to pop out. Edga slowly walked over to Thomas, who was very scared, she used all her strength to grab Thomas's neck and break his bones and joints, causing Thomas to cry out in pain. Thomas looked over at Edgar, he was barely breathing, he smiled at her, one last smile and full of sadness. “Edga, I really love you…never thought of killing you. But your death is my fault!" Thomas let out another cry of pain and then

It got harder, as I fell on Thomas’s couch, with tears rolling down from my eyes. “Oh my God,” I gasped between laughs. “He really did it.” Martin had done it. The untouchable Marcus Ton—rich, powerful, untouchable—was lying lifeless on the courthouse steps. Now, his money couldn't save him. I was laughing at the irony when someone unlocked the door from outside. It opened... Thomas. I quickly wiped my eyes and tried so hard to look calm, so Thomas wouldn't notice anything. My smile lingered. Thomas walked in, loosening his tie, looking exhausted from work. Then he spotted the TV and me. His expression froze.

The thought would make me smile, but currently I'm in no position to do so. Brand had been injected with something to make him sleep. If he had gotten a full dose, he would have been out for many more hours. Since he fought with Thomas, he didn't get a full dose. At least that's what the doctors think. They have yet to figure out what type of drug it was. I was there when he woke up. Looking into his eyes, had never felt better. We went through more interviews with the police. The detective on the case has finally declared it closed. Thomas is dead. Shot by officers as he pulled a gun. Suicide by cop. Our lives are our own again at the cost of one human life.

Sarah began to cry—not a soft whimper, but a high-pitched, resonant scream that seemed to harmonize with the plant’s thrumming core. "Killian, move!" a voice boomed over the speakers. It was Thomas Vance. He had arrived on a secondary transport, and despite his age, he moved with the frantic energy of a man seeking redemption. He sprinted onto the gantry, carrying a heavy iron sledgehammer. "Thomas, get back!" Killian shouted. "I built this nightmare, Killian!" Thomas roared, swinging the hammer with a strength born of twenty years of guilt. "I'm the only one who knows where to hit it!"