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Governments need to have both shepherds and butchers. —Voltaire
It’s time they die at the hands of a dead girl who forgot how to be weak. I can’t wait to watch them burn.
To the living, we owe respect, but to the dead, we owe only the truth. —Voltaire
I can’t take my eyes off Logan, seeing the pain in his eyes. Pain for a girl he never knew. Pain for a boy he’ll never know. Pain for a past that has haunted me for ten years. And he’s not even finished getting all his details just yet. There’s still more to learn.
The town is built like a circular maze, the roads getting wider as they circle the city. Town hall is directly in the center. From the sky, it’s amazingly beautiful. It’s only ugly when you’re in the middle of it and can see the truth.
Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do. —Voltaire
It’s not a man who just saved my life. It wasn’t a beast at all. It was a woman.
Touch him again, and I’ll burn the town to the ground with everyone still in it.
My life is a struggle. —Voltaire
I used to want to be just like her. Until them.
“I’ll never just bend over and take it, SSA Bennett. Unless I’m bending over for you, of course.”
Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause. —Voltaire
My bestie is awesomely paranoid like that.
Fate is a fucking cold-hearted bitch, but everything has a purpose.”
They’re on my kill list, but I think it’d be a little overly ambitious to try and take out five in one night. After all, I’m just one little girl.
I take the side door, and no one even questions me, considering my costume. No one ever asks questions in this town. They just go with the flow, as their conditioning tells them to do.
walk up to him, and he smugly holds his ground while more people rush by, screaming like I’m an insane serial killer. Well…
It’s sad that the world thinks visual effects are this good. Little do they know they’re witnessing a murder.
Common sense is not so common. —Voltaire
Clever tyrants are never punished. —Voltaire
Maybe I know he hates small spaces and planned this beautiful killing spot two years ago. Maybe I built this underground tomb full of mirrors just for him. Just for his death.
“You didn’t fail me, Jake,” I say without turning around. “We were failed by everyone else.” I twist my head around so that our eyes meet, and add, “But you? You’re the hero in all the fairytales that doesn’t expect the heroine to put out.”
So much we learned. So much we know. So much we have going on at once. And all I can think about is what Logan will do if he learns the truth.
“I’m the girl you thought you broke,” I say quietly, taking a step toward him as his body seizes in delicious fear. “I’m the girl you took too much from.” Another step from me, and a pained sound from him as he tries to stand, but falls back down in his haste. “I’m the girl you thought you killed.”
“So weak,” I taunt. “All those women were hurt by such a weak man.”
I pick it up and kick him away, ignoring the burning tears trying to breach my eyes. I’ve envisioned this moment for so long, but he’s so much weaker than I remember. I remember the strength he held us down with. His words coming back to me as Jake wrestles the screaming Kyle to the ground, restraining his arms just the way he held us restrained.
“The daughter of a whore and a fucking pussy. You see, I know your dad never had the balls to kill those women. I just don’t care. Now take it, Victoria. Take it and shut the hell up.”
He’ll be skinned alive before I’m done.
My tears fall for freedom. They fall because he’ll no longer haunt my nightmares. I’ll lull myself to sleep with the memories of the screams he shares so freely.
“But tomorrow? The whole town will see what you really are. A weak, pointless man they once feared. Now I’ll be what they fear. And your father’s turn is coming. Then the two of you will rot in your graves, while I walk away from all of this, knowing the better monster won the war.”
“At least I don’t have to worry about some other woman seducing you when I’m away.” I groan, returning her kiss as my body continues to quake. “You’d never have to worry about that anyway. I told you I don’t love easily,”
It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong. —Voltaire
“She’s a bitch, I know. But she doesn’t deserve any of your stabby urges.”
They belong to me now. The flock have a new shepherd to fear. Baa, bitches.
“Please behave. This is a crime scene, and you can’t give me another one.” Her tone is joking, but also serious. “I’ll be good,” I say with a dark smile, my eyes on Lisa as I picture what her screams would be like. I really need to get my control back before I cut her a little. That would be bad.
“You’re not Hadley’s friend until she flips you off at least twice,” he says, cupping my chin and tilting my head back. “Then we must be besties because she uses that gesture quite often with me.”
So I walk away. I count to ten. Then to two thousand. I jog. I run. I fucking meditate. But the urge to kill those sons of bitches is still raw and raging inside me.
“Then I’ll pull up a blue waffle for you. Come over. Now. Before you do something stupid.” “What is a blue waffle?” I can almost hear his mocking grin. “You’ll see. Guarantee you won’t be thinking about killing for a while. Your mind will need to be bleached.” “The things I do to stay sane,” I grumble, changing course as I go to investigate this blue waffle thing.
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets. —Voltaire
