Paradise Club

by Tim Meyer

He wasn’t sure if her occupation as a nurse or being the wife of a federal agent who hunted down dangerous criminals was to blame.

After profiling and tracking down the world’s most dangerous serial murderers, ritualistic killing machines, for the last ten years, he’d more than earned it.

Elliot just felt things. Wrong things. It was part of his nature. And the hallway in this particular section of Paradise Club was undoubtedly a wrong thing.

“isn’t The Skirmish starting soon? This island is going to be a bloodbath anyway. Why not wait?”

“Drink up, buddy. This week is going to change your life.” A wicked smile settled across his face, and Brian couldn’t keep an unsettling chill from running down his arms and legs. “I guarantee it.”

“Listen to me and listen very carefully. Every single person at this resort is going to die.”

fifteen killers, some of the most savage human beings this planet has to offer, are amongst you, in this resort.

Before she could respond to his claim, ask for an explanation of all this madness, something wrapped around her throat, something thin, something that cut in to her. Her flesh. Piano wire. Bursts of scarlet shot forth, and it was the last thing she saw before her head toppled off her shoulders and hit the deck below.

Well that sucks.

They think in order to break through these ‘soft spots,’ they have to commit some atrocious acts, spill lots of blood, and, well, to put it plainly, kill.