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“You let them die. Now save yourselves. While you still can.”
I just had to watch my girlfriend getting raped. It’s all I can do not to kill every-fucking-body wearing a deputy badge right now. Not to mention the sheriff. I’ve never once thought of killing someone as a desire. I’ve never blurred that line. That’s not the case at the moment. I hope she fucking kills every last person with a badge who didn’t come to save her when she was left to bleed out.
They say miracles are past. —William Shakespeare
The man cracks the window an inch. “I’m getting my family out of this damn town before you drag us all to hell for what you’ve done.”
“Looks like they’re more scared of us than the sheriff now,” Jake gloats. “Finally standing up to him.” “By comparison, the sheriff now seems insignificant to a monster who sees all, hears all, and knows all.”
One person cannot change the world. But one person can strike terror into multitudes. —Robert Evans
Any demon is capable of cruelty, but only an angel is majestic enough to rain down vengeance for the innocent. —Marcus Evans
Little eyes see. Little eyes learn. Be a good example for all the little eyes watching you. They’re everywhere. —Jasmine Evans
The wicked can fake nobility, just as the damned can fake innocence. But only the truth will rise from the ashes when we all start to burn. —Victoria Evans
A wise man knows when the war is lost, and will understand retreat is the only way to save lives. A foolish man will condemn all his followers to death because of his pride. —Robert Evans
If hatred didn’t exist, love wouldn’t either, for one is formed by the other. I love and hate this town. —Marcus Evans
I believe the souls of the wrongfully persecuted often haunt our world, bringing the same grief they feel from beyond the grave. —Jasmine Evans
Never mock or harm the passionate, for they are the fiercest with their wrath. —Victoria Evans
I’m probably creating the illusion in my head, but I’d like to believe that if my mother had lived to see the horrors that were bestowed on her family, she’d be equally onboard. For she was a romantic.
Every headstone there finally explodes, and the lines of the fire finish, spelling out two words. We’re back!
And we’re taking everyone with us back to the grave.
‘Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall. —William Shakespeare
“In that case, Hadley and I are both in the same tub of shit you’re in. You’re not going down for this. Lana’s methods may be barbaric and illegal, but after seeing what they had to endure and then contend with in the aftermath, I can’t fault her logic.”
“Makes you question everything we’ve ever stood for, doesn’t it?”
I ask, exhausted as I lean back against someone’...
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“No. We’ve always fought to save the innocent from the sick and depraved. Lana had no one to fight for her or her family. She was tasked wi...
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“Can you rewind this?” “Not right now. He has it set to live feed only. We can only view what he’s viewing. He’s using the feeds to broadcast this live over their TVs. He’s so fucking perfect.”
“They’ve bound them together to stand up to the sheriff and his men,” I surmise. “No one will fight for the town, and after the show they put on with the broadcast, no one wants to be there when the sheriff goes down either,” she says, but then sucks in a breath. She turns to face me, her eyes wide. “I think I know where Lana is.” “Where?” She gestures to the screens. “Who’s missing?”
Don’t impose on others what you yourself do not desire. —Confucius
LANA The door swings open, and I watch through the wooden slats of the closet door as the sheriff stomps in, angrily slamming the door behind him.
LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪
The sheriff turns just as we reach the corner, and he eyes me. “I’d hoped you see the devil you loved through clearer eyes, but I guess you never did and never will.”
I can't wait to see her butcher you 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕
“I’m the girl you sent your son to kill. I’d hoped you see the devil you loved through clearer eyes, but I guess you never did and never will.”
🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌
“How are you alive?” he asks almost too quietly. I grin, waggling my eyebrows. “A lot of pain. A lot of healing. And a hell of a lot of tequila. But mostly, I’m here because of Jake. You remember him, right? Jacob Denver? The boy you overlooked as any sort of threat once you realized he’d been in love with my brother? Because what sort of weak man loves another man, right? No way would such an abomination be awesome enough to help a dead girl slaughter so many of your monsters.”
“Getting out my clone of the sheriff’s phone now,” Jake says.
“I said get up. You decide how much of a beating it takes for you to comply.”
“Your son was a monster, Sheriff. Holding a bible or wearing a badge doesn’t offer you absolution from your own inhumanity either.”
“How did you turn into this?” My eyes widen. “Is that rhetorical, Sheriff? Because I’m pretty sure it’d be obvious.”
I wipe my knife off as the sheriff slowly dies, and I listen to the song that is playing on repeat. I shot the sheriff…
“I shot the sheriff,” I start singing, and he grins. “Time to shoot the deputies.”
“I’m having a moment,” Jake says, biting down on his knuckle
“What?” I ask, arching an eyebrow. “Times like these remind me why I can’t give up women. Something about a girl with a gun, and right now, you’re every nerd’s comic-book-sexy fantasy girl.”
“Then I’ll get your theme song ready.” “You’re really going to play music?” I muse as I walk to the door. “Every epic climax needs a good theme song,” he quips, forcing a smile. He crosses the room in a few quick, long strides, and his arms go around me, tugging me to him as he kisses the top of my head. I return the embrace, steeling my nerves and my breaths. “I love you, little sister,” he says softly.
“I love you, big brother,” I say back, clutching him tighter. He pulls back, cupping my chin in his hand as our eyes meet. “Now go kill them all while I burn the town to the ground.” I nod. “Phase ten.”
The attempt to combine wisdom and power has rarely been successful, and then only for a short while. —Albert Einstein
You ready for this? Or do you want to look away? It’s going to get messy. Hadley sucks in a breath, staring at the message box. “Is that Jake?” I ask, leaning forward. “Yes,” she says as she types back.
“Be careful of the eyes you never see on you,”
“Disturbed,” Hadley says with a smirk. “What?” I ask, entranced by the fierceness I can finally see in those haunted green eyes. “Disturbed. Down with the Sickness,” she says. “The song. It’s almost perfect.”
“So she’s also a great shot,” Hadley says with no emotion. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I flick my gaze to the news, seeing it still just showing the angle from the outside as they report on the craziness that is Lana and Jake’s revenge against the world.
Apparently the mask was just for the news, and she doesn’t care who sees her inside there. Which means… “She’s planning to live,” I say on a tight breath.
“The town is on fire,” Hadley whispers, pointing to another monitor.
“He knows how to burn shit. Now I’m really turned on,”
“She looks…happy?” Hadley says, swallowing hard.
“Call in the national guard! Call in every-fucking body you have!” someone is shouting into the phone from outside the office we’re in.
Bwhahahahaha 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣
I see the fear in her eyes turn to anger as she loads her guns again. She pulls out a knife, and I watch as she jumps to stand on her one good leg and throws the knife. Johnson’s eyes widen seconds before the knife sticks into his forehead, but the gunshots ring out faster, and I watch as her body jerks and drops, the bullets hitting her.
I should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms. —Voltaire LANA
