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“ Alright girls!! Chit chat is over,Kate let’s get this over with and get the hell out of here.We have got a lot of things to tend to “ he said with a solemn. I knew at this point that this is the part where they would kill,Kate nodded at her father and pointed the gun at me,while she scowled at me. “ Say me hi to you father “ she said as she wanted to pull the trigger.I closed my eyes and resigned myself to fate,but one thing was for sure even though I die today,my spirit would come back to haunt and finish them off.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, praying very hard that she wouldn’t fall. “You know,” Kate said, not too far away, rain beating down on her. “This is a pretty good place for you to die. Instead of me slicing your throat to make it look like suicide, maybe I’ll throw you off the cliff and make it look like an accident. What do you think, Sakura?” Sakura felt her heart thumping loud and furious within her chest, her head spinning and her whole body shaking. How did it come to this? Why was Kate trying to kill her? She hadn’t done anything to deserve this.

After confirming the ghost wasn't there, Kate continued, "She keeps coming at me. She smiles at me, but she looks scary. She looks scary, she looks bloody, and she must hate me. Yes! She hates me so she wants to kill me! She wants to kill me! She wants to kill me! She comes to kill me!” Suddenly, Kate looked hysterical as she used both hands to grip her blonde hair by the back of her head. She looked completely frightened as she once again glanced around her, and she once again screamed as if she saw something again. Stefan looked even more confused, but when he followed Kate's gaze, he found nothing.

I held my breathe as I walked, bracing myself for the worst case scenario. Nothing prepared me for what I saw on the other side of the bed. Catherine was spread on the ground, covered in a pool of her own blood. She was completely decapitated, like she was torn from inside out. There was blood everywhere and I didn’t need to check a pulse to know she was dead. I froze to the spot as I watched in horror what was left of Catherine. I could hardly process any thoughts and Vilkus let out a loud sorrowful growl, one which I repeated out loud. I fell to my knees and let out a scream that shook the foundation of the building.

I barely made it to the corner before vomiting, shaking uncontrollably. The taste of bile burned my throat. My whole body convulsed with grief, horror, self-loathing. I killed her. I pressed a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling the sobs. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. My clothes—where were they? I forced myself to move—staggering, grabbing the scattered pieces. Shoving trembling legs into pants, pulling my sweatshirt over shaking shoulders. I glanced once more at Sophie. Her perfect body. Her empty eyes.

I remembered her every second I thrust deep into Thea. "Don't cross the line, Thea. Your job is to be my slut and offer me sex every time I need it. Never invite me again if you want to still be alive" I shot dangers at her while speaking. She nodded slowly and watched as me dress to leave. I left the building and went to the car. The only thing on my mind right now is to find that killer girl, fuck that attitude out of her and then kill her.

“Oh, you don’t need to know that. During your own time, the rogues were your puppets, but for me, the humans are. When you create the accidents, I don’t just want casualties, I want deaths, lot and lots of deaths. Premature death, to be precise. So I will suggest going to a big arena, maybe their stadium, or their malls. Don’t kill suicidal patients, they are not worth it. Don’t kill from hospitals, their fates are already sealed. But the movies, the mall, the stadium, the amusement park, that would be perfect. And what’s more, there are always a bigger crowd there, don’t you think?” Kaiden had been lost at what she had said earlier and so after some seconds of thinking, he looked up at her

He's the last of our line! I stood outside the cage watching her, and suddenly, it all felt rather pointless. Even now, all she could think about was her son. Unmoved, I motioned for the maid to push my wheelchair away. Kate had already gone mad in the next cage. When she heard the commotion, she immediately started screaming. Her face was twisted with hatred, and both her legs were gone. Writhing, she dragged her mutilated body across the floor. "Callum is dead! He's been dead for a long time! I stabbed him 56 times! It felt amazing!" she shrieked before bursting into a peal of laughter.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.