William Afton Corpse Novels & Stories

He did sign to his men and ordered them to carry the corpse. “Autopsy! Does that really necessary?” Prey stopped the men as they wanted to carry the corpse. She muttered in a rattled tone. Her heart beat faster in fear. “You’re just accusing Maya now for the death of Mr. William, so why don’t you think the autopsy is necessary?” Wyatt looked up at her on the bed and asked in cool tone. Prey kept mute, unable to respond. “Digger, please carry the corpse and go and do the autopsy quickly. No time” Wyatt added.

If that was fear, then none of them had shown the courage I had. Dad buried William in the backyard as well. Then he carefully cleaned himself up and went straight to the police station. He said he wanted to see me. The police agreed. I watched as he carefully counted every wound on my body. He nodded in satisfaction. "They all match." Then he turned to the officer beside him and said, "I killed them." The officer froze. "I buried them in my backyard," Dad continued calmly. "You might want to check the basement too. The weapons are all there. There are quite a few. I can't remember exactly."

“We’re going to step around the body. Don’t look. You won’t get that image out of your head.” I readied myself as we were walking past. I couldn’t help myself. I looked, though Elijah was there. He was moving as we did, an extra barrier between us and the body. Body. As in deceased. Jesus. Ashton had killed a man in my apartment. And I’d seen the whole thing. I was a Mafia witness. But—this was at my place. My home. That guy was trying to pick my lock. If Ashton hadn’t . . . I started shaking. My knees were knocking against each other, and my legs were getting all wobbly.

Hunter didn't want to say a word more to Elton, so he hung up abruptly. "Hmph!" A cold smile appeared on Elton's face. Mount Milia wouldn't just be Sebastian's burial spot. It would also be Hunter's final destination! There was a stone coffin placed at Elton's feet, and it contained a pale corpse. If one looked closely, one could see that the corpse appeared to be swollen from being soaked in water. Its fingernails were growing outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The man was silent as he kept his head down, until Maya had to come closer to comfort him lightly. “What will happen to him now?” Maya asked curiously. Kris took a deep breath before he answered Maya's question. “We have conveyed this news to his family, and they requested that Mr. Anton be properly buried by them. Mr. Anton's body will be taken to his house after we finish the autopsy process. For his case, we can continue the case to make sure you've got the justice you deserve, Mr. Evan. However, with the main culprit already dead ….” “Just close the case, Sergeant Kris.”

It was a lie to say that it did not bother her. She had no romance but still had friends and family... "This morning, a jogger found a decomposing male corpse in North Hill. According to the ID on it, it shows that the deceased is a man about 25 with the initial W..." Suddenly, the sound of the news on the TV interrupted her thoughts. She looked up just in time to see the image of police carrying a black body bag in the woods. Her breathing stopped abruptly. 'A man with the initial W, 25, North Hill, corpse...'

Atlas was most definitely one of those vampires. “What are you thinking about sweetheart?” Wyatt asked, tapping me on my shoulder. His voice startled me from my thoughts. “Just thinking about how awful that must have been for Corbin.” Wyatt’s eyes looked haunted as he frowned, “That definitely looks gruesome,” he muttered, glancing over the body. Our warriors will come retrieve him soon and give him a proper burial. I’m sure his family has been officially notified by now. Sighing, I turned around and headed in the direction of the packhouse. Wyatt quickly caught up, stopping me.

I stepped closer, angling the flashlight for better visibility. It only took him two tries to crack open the coffin. The wood splintered with a groan, and with one more shove, William widened the break. Inside, the cobweb-covered skull of Isaiah Merchant leered up at us. A grin tugged at my lips. “There you are, you piece of crap.” Alexandra and I hauled William out. I handed him the canister of salt, and he got to work, pouring it around the grave like seasoning on an overcooked meal. Alexandra doused the area with gasoline. The stench was immediate, sour and sharp.

He falls to the floor, convulsing as blood spurts out of his mouth and neck, pulling beneath him. Within seconds, he stops breathing. The crowd is silent as they all watch this happen, no one saying anything, and for once everyone standing together in solidarity. I pull out a handkerchief from my back pocket to wipe my hand with before letting it fall on the corpse. I walk back to my piston between Natalie and Aloha Maddox and whisper to him. “It would be best if his course is burned rather than buried. For safety reasons.” He gives me a curious state before nodding. “His corpse is yours to do as you see fit.”

In lieu of a burial, William’s will had requested that his ashes be laid to rest on Lake Union, which sat in the middle of Seattle. That day when she’d had to scatter William’s ashes over the water had been the hardest of Violet’s life. She hadn’t wanted to part with her husband’s ashes at all. It had been the last part of him she had. Once they were strewn across the lake, that was it. She’d have nothing of her husband left.