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What would his wife and daughter think of him if they saw him like that? Happy and fulfilled after killing a man and now waiting to eat some of his flesh?
Trevor stared at Matthew in complete silence for a few minutes. “You’re one fucked up son of a bitch. You know that?” Matthew shrugged again. “Yeah, I’ve made peace with that.”
LMAO At least he know it.
it’s probably just my nosy neighbor Regina. I’ll take care of her real quick.” “Have you thought about making her into a soup?” Matthew chuckled. “All the time.
Omigod these two need to stop LOLZ
I want you to go to the amusement park on Rockwood avenue. Just stay there and wait for around an hour wearing a clown costume.”
The clown had to be in the only place Oliver had never enjoyed going, the one his cousin Freddy would always ask auntie Ana to take him to. The carousel.
Is Freddy NV? We know he has access to computers. He knows and has met at least three of the victims. He might know Matt from the hospital. If he was in an accident as well he might know Trevor from some support group for drunk driver victims. Not sure about his connection to Roger.
I don’t have a choice.” “That’s what I thought too until I realized that I don’t give a damn about money or my reputation. Not anymore. The only thing I really care about is my family. Nothing else matters.” Roger took a deep breath. “Family. You’re right. Nothing else matters.”
He pulled the trigger, not once, not twice, but three times. Each shot slammed Wilson’s body harder against the window. Finally, the glass shattered into a thousand pieces as Timothy Wilson’s body fell into the void.
He stood there for a second, a mix of shock and anger reflected in his eyes as he tried to keep his own intestines from falling out before dropping to the side with a clang. Jessica let out a deep sigh while the man writhed in a pool of his own blood and entrails.
Well it couldn't have happened to a better guy.
Matthew Walker. Next to his ID was another form of identification, this one from the Saint-Mary hospital. He was a nurse. What a gentle soul, she thought bitterly.
He heard a metallic click behind him, faint but discernible among the stillness of the night. After that, a scream of exasperation and fury rumbled in the night. “You fucking idiot!” The clown yelled. “You didn’t remove the fucking safety lock!”
The clown’s grip was strong, but he managed to land a kick square in the clown’s red nose. A squeaky sound came with the cracking of his nose breaking.
On the side-view mirror hung a picture. It was a man with his arms around a woman’s and a little girl’s shoulders. Despite the bright smile and cheerful demeanor of the man, Oliver recognized his eyes. They were the eyes of the clown.
It was incredible how much one could earn on the black market for a couple of snuff films.
“Do you know how to unlock a phone without the password?” Why would she want to know that? “I, uh, I picked up a few things from my cousin,” Sloth muttered. “But I’m not sure. Why?”
More proof that maybe cousin is the hacker/envy. He has some hacking skills.
And if there was one thing Tim cared about the most, it was discretion, for obvious reasons. To the point where his behavior often bordered on paranoia. Yet, resourceful as she was, Jessica had had no problem finding out a bit more about him than he ever intended. She did that with every client. It was a trump card in case things got ugly.
The look on his face, though trying to stay professional, seemed grim. “Mr. Johnson, we’ve been trying to reach you all night.” “What happened?” Roger demanded. “Is she okay?” The doctor sighed. “I’m afraid not. I regret to inform you that she has passed. Her heart gave out. We tried to revive her, but it was too late.”
I just knew this was going to happen. It's like an episode of the twilight zone or some other anthology show. Someone murders a stranger to save the one they love only for them to die anyway.
Got a gun pointed at my head twice and have seen more people die today than many people in their lifetimes. But hey, let’s leave the gun in the car before heading to a maniac’s house.
The smell of a nice beef stew flooded his nostrils. And damn, did it smell good.
Lmao whatever you don't eat any
Following his instincts, he grabbed a spoon and took a sip of the stew. Not bad at all, but it tasted a bit funny. Even though it looked to be beef, the texture and flavor were more akin to pork.
Noooooo *gag* (Edit: I don't think Oliver ever put that together that the guy was eating people and the stew he ate was human stew. He probably only assumed he was a serial killer due to the parts in the fridge and the body in the basement. Better he never knew.
“There was another couple that died,” Jessica continued. “A man and his wife. The kid who was with them survived but suffered serious injuries. He ended up in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.” Oliver swallowed. The story was starting to sound too familiar. “Jess . . .” “Oliver . . . there’s something I need to ask you.” “Don’t. Please, don’t . . .” “Oliver, what’s your last name?”
I knew it ! It’s all gotta be his cousin !
Yes, she sounded like a broken person, but she still had that drive to live, to get out on top. He didn’t. The last flame of his will to live extinguished the moment he heard about his mother’s passing.
People of faith have something to look forward to. Even in mourning, there’s hope. A certainty that they’re going to see their loved ones in the afterlife, but I don’t have that.”
But she’s not gone. She lives in your memory. You’re the only one left in this world who’s ever going to cherish those moments when she was alive. If you die, then she truly is gone.”
Oliver snatched his arm back, his eyes shining in the darkness with a heavy air of melancholy and despair emanating from them. “I have to know.” He crept up the stairs. For the first time, Jessica no longer saw him as a scared boy but as a man.
His heart started beating faster as painful memories flooded into his mind. All of those horrible tasks, the painful journey he had endured. How close he’d been to death. How he had to kill a man to save his family. When in reality, the bastard responsible for everything he’d endured was part of his family all along.
“You threatened your own family!” Oliver snapped, the gun shaking in his hands. “Blood of your blood!” “They were never in danger,” the computer declared.
I had this planned for years. Every mistake I could make, every outcome, every possibility replayed inside my mind for so long. And yet, I was unable to predict that you two would not only survive the ordeal but find the truth behind it. I had a contingency plan, yet you two came out on top once again.
“I stopped being a kid years ago. That kid died along with your parents. What remains is a carcass. A broken body and soul, one that will never walk again, will never experience love or even the outside world.”
“You were jealous,” Oliver declared in disbelief. “You were so fucking jealous of other people that you decided to destroy their lives? Tell me, was it fucking worth it?” Freddy typed. The computer read out loud: “Every second of it.”
“Thanks to me, a drunken piece of trash is no longer a dangerous driver on the road. A cannibalistic serial killer is no longer luring innocents to his basement. A man tormented by his past was released from his pain. The most prominent members of two gangs have been eradicated. I’ve purged this city from sinners.”
What transpired after occurred in a matter of seconds. First, Freddy tapped the key. Then, Oliver hit the floor and pulled the cord out of the wall. The outlet ignited a single spark that grew wider. A bright, orange, and yellow flame engulfed all the air around the room, wrapping everything inside in a fiery wrath.
Oh god will anyone make it out of this book alive?
she was tired of living her life in fear. It was the freedom she sought. The ghosts of her past would not shackle her anymore. She was now ready to hit the reset button and accomplish what she had set up for her life. What grew inside her heart was no longer this ominous feeling of uncertainty. It was hope.
Well out of all the characters, I'm glad she survived. I'm sorry about Oliver though and that he had to feel that sharp sting of betrayal before his death. And RIP Tim because he went out trying to protect his family.
