110

~Delmundo

The next few days were filled with nation wide condolences.

Distant relatives of the murdered victims cried and wailed at the gruesome way their loved ones had died and I watched it all with glee.

I had saved Circe Croft for last on my hit list as I went house to house collecting the heads of the twelve. They never saw me coming as I and my death dealers made our way into theirs homes. We had left Lydia with her mother's corpse after I had put a bullet in her forehead.

The father, I put the head in a in the fireplace and watched it burn. I saw Lydia shatter into pieces as she watched her the severed head of the man she called father burn.

"I should kill you but this suits me just fine, I can live with the fact that you will always know pain whenever you think of me," I told her. We left her there with the bodies and drove off from the premises.

Circe's apartment was located at upper Manhattan where the rich and affluent resided in. It was occupied by the actors and actresses