Tom Killing Jerry Novels & Stories

It was a clean shot as his claws dipped into the narrow chest. Jerry let out a loud whimper. And again, this attacker attacked, plunging into Jerry's chest in different parts. His loud cries went on and on. The last time I witnessed such a scene was during the Avengers invasion. “What?” I imagined what this meant. If Jerry should die, what do I have to say? Last time, I was able to get vindicated because I had evidence. And the evidence came because I expected Zoe to do what she did. But for Jerry to attack me and die in the process? That wasn't part of the plan.

Josh said as they all stood in Alex's bedroom, except Jerry. "Yup," Amanda said. "No more Torento, we all get to move on with our lives." "By the way, what happened to Torento?" Alex asked. "Dead!" Jacob answered. "Just after he shot you, he received a bullet in his forehead." "The lucky bastard," Jason said. "After all the crimes he committed, he gets a fast death." Amanda laughed. "As long as he is gone and out of our lives," she said.

Ethan whispered, "The more tears you shed for his sake, the more he will bleed later." Olivia felt like a heavy boulder was weighing upon her heart. There were thousands of words she wanted to say, but at that moment, she couldn't make a sound. She could only shake her head continuously. Reaching out, Ethan rubbed her eyes. "Be a good girl and look away. We can return to our normal lives after this." Tom, who was being held down, started shouting. Popping out of nowhere, Jerry spoke up as well, "If you want to kill someone, kill me. Don't hurt Jack.

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

"Rex——!!" I screamed in anguish, crawling toward him on my hands and knees, pulling his still-warm body against my chest. His eyes remained open, as if reluctant to leave, as if taking one final look at me. No matter how I called to him, no matter how I shook him, he didn't respond. My dearest childhood companion, my brother's battlefield comrade, our pack's hero—he had died trying to save me, murdered by these vicious creatures.

I clench my hands into a fist. Jerry turns his head to face his friends. "Hey Craig, take a look at this guy," he cackled. "He's just standing there looking like an idiot. I don't think this is the guy Mother Eva warned us about." I reach out his head. "I mean, he's just a weak ass-UCK!" Grab his head and gave it a hard twist as I landed on the ground. All of his friends watch one of their own get his head snapped. "Fuck! Jerry!"

Instead, it lodged itself in the tree beside her, the bark splintering from the impact. “So, to break you, I need to hurt her. That sounds... interesting,” Jerry whispered into Grayson’s ear, his voice dripping with venom. “And I’ll gladly do that.” Grayson’s eyes flashed with fury, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “I’ll kill you if you lay a hand on her.” Jerry’s laughter grew louder, a twisted sound that filled the air. With a sharp, childish stomp of his foot, he kicked the ground, his frustration palpable. The sound echoed, almost like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.

Poppy nodded. "They said that I had three days ta kill someone, or he'd be…" She trailed off, losing her smile and looking away. "Mine was the same, but with my sister...Sandra." Jambo went next, sounding a bit choked up talking about it, "She… was tied up, and… she was hurt, and I…" He couldn't finish his statement, as he put his hand up to his face and silently cried, with Poppy and Akira comforting him as he wept.

But even as she struggled to regain her bearings, her eyes never left Richard's. "I will kill you, Jerry!" Richard's voice reverberated through the room, filled with raw fury and determination. With a surge of adrenaline, he pushed aside the men restraining him, his eyes locked on his uncle with unbridled rage. Jerry barely had time to react before Richard charged toward him, his movements fueled by sheer desperation and righteous anger. As Jerry lowered his gun, Richard's powerful kick sent him crashing into the wall, the weapon clattering to the ground. With a primal roar, Richard closed the distance between them, his fists becoming a blur as he unleashed a relentless barrage of punches on

The family stood, separated by glass, staring into the interrogation room. Inside, the Butcher was yelling Dad’s name. Once they granted Dad permission to step in, the Butcher beamed. “Jerry, eight years ago, your relentless pursuit drove my brother and your son to their deaths. Now, I want you to know what it feels like to lose everything.” “You!” “Oh, don’t get worked up, Jerry. Want to know how your daughter died? I confessed to everything. The video’s on my phone. You’ll want to see it.”