Novel & Cerita Through The Eyes Of A Killer

Her eyes are so black and right now seeing way more than I want to share. “You know, sometimes the eyes aren’t meant for seeing the obvious. Killer wouldn’t have left his club, with no sleep for two days to go for a ride telling no one where he’s going. SO whatever you are thinking, I suggest you take a step out of your mind for a few moments and see things from another person’s perspective.”

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

My heart clenched violently. I turned. Finally. He looked… the same. Calm. Controlled. Perfect. But his eyes— God. His eyes were terrifying. Not because they were cold. But because they were too full. Too much love. Too much obsession. Too much everything. “Even now?” I asked. “You know what I did.” “I killed them.” I said it clearly. No denial. No running. “I’m not innocent.” He didn’t even hesitate. “I know.” No shock.

But, no, with all the common sense bestowed upon the human race from the higher ones, my best move was to freeze. Just stand there, frozen like a stick. Turn around. And, look my damned killer in the eyes. “Indigo…” Only, that my ‘killer’ is not in front of my face. I had turned around with such sharpness and alertness to face nothing. Nothing, but stray leaves swaying in the breezy, lone air and dancing against the sidewalks. Nobody is there.

I groan inwardly. She opens the door for the man who calls himself Butcher. He looks like one. Very bulky and tall. One thing amuses me tho, his eyes. His eyes are dead. He's a killer, a cold bloody killer. He eyes meet mine and he calculates for a few seconds in his head if I'm a threat or not. I send him a cold smile, he could be a monster but when his eyes leaves mine and soften when he looks at Davinia, I know immediately that he would never hurt her.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

Because of a dumb story about an inheritance? She knew it wasn't easy to see everything in your life being taken away from you but there were other better ways to take revenge other than killing people. An image of the killer's eyes flashed in her thoughts. Those emotionless, glass brown pair of eyes. When they watched her it was as if it was looking deep into her soul and tearing at her deepest pains and then bringing it back out to rub it on her face. They brought so many painful memories. In less than a year she had lost two of her favorite people, and she had watched other people get killed and picked off like chickens one by one.

Suddenly, the room was darker and heavier, like he sucked all the lights inside of it. He terrified me. I remembered that look in his eyes again, and I suddenly had every reason to crumble. I didn't think I'd ever cared this much about my life, but getting brutally murdered in a psychopath's home that I may have or may have not willingly walked into wasn't exactly a prideful way to die.

My victims have never lived to tell about what they went through or how I looked like. I was their fucking doom!. However it seems I had made a mistake. He didn't actually die? I saw the anger from his eyes. Yiu know that feeling you get when you die and resurrect just to see your murderer ? You won't hesitate to drag his lungs out from his mouth and fry his eyes. I personally would do more than that .

Anger flashed in her vibrant blue eyes. “I tried and they killed dad! They said we'd be next if I helped the Wuffaman's, they'd rip your head off first.” Fear flashed through his eyes. “I couldn't lose you.” He grabbed her hand tightly. “I did what I could in secret, now… I’ve run out of time,” he said indignantly. “Out of time?” she asked, her eyes narrowing in confusion. “They… he wants me to kill them. Go in there and kill them,” he mumbled. He still couldn’t really believe it. Hoping it was all a very, very bad dream.