To kill a monster, you must become one yourself
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Cracking of bones, screams of anguish and agony, reddish liquid spread all over, the sound of lugubrious cries, taste of salty tears.
All were like a melodious sound to his ears, and a blissful scene in his eyes. His lips curved into a smile, his smile was sadistic, atrocious, inhumane, and fiendish, a complete display of the man he was, the real rapscallion in our closet, the nightmares that stalked the weak, languid, and even the vigorous of mind.
He was he.
Advancing, he held the man’s hand, who was tied to a hand chair, his face badly wounded, his clothes tattered and smudge, his body deficiently bludgeoned, and lastly, a dagger was buried in his left thigh, emanating with reddish liquid as his breaths were slackened and wimpish. One could say the man was barely alive. The monster smirked in gratificati
"That's your baby!" The female doctor enunciated, using ultrasound on Mystique's three months pregnant stomach. Mystique's eyes drenched at the contiguity of her little one, the life she and Damien bred. Mystique gripped Bell's hand tightly. "It's Cute," Bell remarked, gazing zealously at the machine from where she was standing beside the bed, holding unto Mystique's hand. "Your pregnancy is thriving greasy as long as you stay cautious and strain" The doctor informed. "I was expecting to see your husband today as he normally comes for your check-ups, he didn't come?" She pointed out. Mystique tardily sank her gaze dolorously before answering. "He couldn't make it" "Oh, that's too bad but he could be present to know the sex of the baby. Am sure he wouldn't miss that" The doctor passed as she put away the scanner and Mystique sat upright, straightened her shirt.
Nabbing a cigarette from her pants, Harriet ignited it up and stuck it between her lips as she took a long drag before releasing a cloud of smoke into thin air from where she was lounging at the dining area in Damien's condo, convoying the other lady squatting on one of the couches, motionlessly. Bell had gone to the kitchen for water as what she just stumbled upon was jarring, hair-raising, and unannounced. Harriet smirked. She couldn't blame the other as she would feel the same if she was assailed unanticipatedly. Mystique was pocketing it too readily from what she envisaged. she was anticipating the other to go through some attack just as she was informed but she got none. Mystique sighed, the silence was gauche and nettlesome for an arduous Mystique who kept buffing her palms together perturbed, licking her dehydrated lips, shutting her eyes as she felt a headache acting up. "Here, have t
Traipsing out from the bedroom, Mystique beamed as the aroma of a palatable meal broke through her nostril, making her empty stomach grumble loudly. For a moment she thought Damien was back but when she came out with a hand over her tummy supportively, a reality hammered her slavishly, seeing the guys tucking in at the dining area. Mystique's smile dropped, replaced with a snoot as she thought of how none of them bugged to wake her up for breakfast. She was the pregnant one, not them. Seeing that her presence was not acknowledged yet, Mystique cleared her throat loudly and successfully earned everyone's attention. Harriet, with a tossed bread halfway to her mouth, shut her eyes and let out a rue, seeing her nightmare early in the morning. Mystique raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean, Harriet?" she sported a glare towards the other.  
With each word she pored out, her hands only tautened on the piece of the file, bearing consequential information she had missed. Processing each word, her brown eyes without warmth darkened and her breathing fastened as her chest rose up and down. If this had been a cartoon series, irritating smoke would be raging from her ears, and fire would be catching from her eyes...if that was possible. Unable to bear it any longer, she chucked the piece of file on the table, thudding it loudly in an apoplectic state. Releasing a heavy breath, she rested her back on the office chair, a hand to her temple as she tried to massage down a headache. She was growing too old for this...! Where did that piece of shit come from...? No, she shook her head, she wouldn't let her take everything she had labored so hard and so many years to build, she wouldn't let her, over her dead body would she let the past come back to haunt her
Twirling the wheels, he blisteringly drove on the road like a pro...maybe he was. The horns coming from his car were apoplectic, just the way he felt at the very moment. With a wail, he ruffled his hair backward with his left hand while the other remained at the wheels. His black hair was disarrayed and sloppy, his typically warm eyes were bloodshot like a deranged man, who was ready to put the trigger on the head of the person responsible for his insomniac nights, his pants were begrimed and his white sleeves were left unbuttoned from the top, unveiling his bold chest but he didn't care...why in heavens name would he care about his appearance at such a moment. How long had it been, when would all this ever stop. Why couldn't he go back to that loving family he used to have...even though everything was forgeries. Why did everything have to fluctuate, why couldn't he dwell in it even if it was just an illusion of what would happen i
It was a Monday afternoon, while Bell, Liam, and Ichabod were playing cards in the dining area, Violet was reading a magazine, Harriet was surfacing on her phone, smiling to herself every minute, and lastly, Mystique was busy caressing her stomach while occupying a whole couch to herself. Five days, it had been five days since she had been locked in the boss's penthouse with these species, they could leave for a few minutes but she couldn't, even Bell was not green-lighted to decamp as they fretted she would be heckled without any ammunition. Mystique snuffled out narked air from her mouth. Even her uncle had been beeping her regularly, always asking her whereabouts and if anything unusual had happened to her. Mystique scoffed at that question, only if her uncle knew how unusual her life had been since she met Damien. Her once peaceful life had never been the same, it was now turned upside, filled with
The loud sound of a thunderstorm could be heard from the outside, Mystique jerked up awake as the grumbling and rumbling sound got louder and the rain got heavier, pattering against the windows. An unsettled feeling crept its way to her stomach, the feeling of antsy and humid also found its way to her heart. As the air got heavier, so did Mystique's heart as it began beating speedily beneath her chest, her hands shook beneath the blanket, her head felt weighty as if it was being pressed down and her forehead got sweaty. She turned her head to the side to find Damien fast asleep, wearing a long sleeve shirt, it was the first time he wore a shirt to sleep. Mystique bit her lips, debuting on whether She should wake him or not but She shook his head, dismissing the idea as She thought of how the other went to bed early, he must have been really tired. Slowly, She pulled the sheets closer to her chest, jerking every time a thunder sound rang through the room, prici
Ireful, she smashed the magazine in her hand stiffly on the table, her face was desensitized revealing how angry she was at the moment. The young man sitting lown at the opposite of her chuckled in amusement. "This is too fun" he commented, taking a sip from his wine. "You think this is funny Xorn. I am his mother, why does he have to go against me. I thought I had him under my control" She frowned, trying to recall where she had gone wrong in raising her son the way she wanted. "Theo is not a kid anymore, he knows what he wants. He is thirty for fuck sake, give him some break. He deserves it" Xorn hissed, rolling his eyes. "You are attacking too constantly, give everyone some break" "What do you mean?" "Since you failed to capture Mystique, I think you should go from the inside. Destroy them both from the inside and when they are in their weakest state, you can strike
Okay, first of all, I wanna thank everyone for reading my book, especially those who have been extra patient with me through out. A special shout out to everyone, thank you, thank you thank you. I love you guys so much because you made me realize I have some talent in writing (even though it's little) I wanna thank everyone again for being patient with me, for reading and looking pass my errors because I swore they would be many. You all have been so supporting to the point I couldn't bare to leave this story half way even if I wanted to at first. Thanks again for your votes, your reads, your comments, your support and patience because I really really appreciate the effort and time you took in reading this book. So, this is where we depart. Hope to see you again in my other stories.
Unconsciously she smiled as a warm sensation raced through her. Still, with her eyes closed, she held the soft pillow tightly but instead of softness, she was met with a hard yet soft and warm surface.Since when did her pillow become this hard yet so warm and comfortable. Unconsciously, her hands moved on their own, tracing everywhere just to make sure it was her pillow."Keep touching me and you'll regret it" a deep husky voice rang in her ears and her eyes jerk opened and instantly met the orbs of her husband of almost a year now.Mystique consciously smiled as she moved closer to that warmth that was raging from the other person. "Good morning" she uttered in a low soft tone as she slowly shut her eyes but the other person didn't buy it as he suddenly hovered over her which made Mystique open her eyes. "What," she asked lazily with fluttering eyes."I want you!" Damien burst out gazing down
"Damien?!" Mystique called with uncertainty in her voice and her breath immediately got caught in her throat and when the person before her took off his hoodie from his head, finally revealing his identity, Mystique nearly lost her balance but she held herself steady with the couch.Then she burst out laughing at her misfortune as tears gathered in her eyes and her heart pound faster than it had ever done before. She immediately placed a hand over her chest and clenched tightly."Are you alright?" Damien asked worriedly taking a step forward but Mystique held her palm out, stopping him on his tracks."Shut up, you are just another one of my nightmares, just my imagination again" she uttered to herself with her eyes shut tightly."But Mama, you are not dreaming," Dean said as he ran to Damien, slipping through her hands who tried to catch him."Dean, come back here. That's not you
"Dean, who is at the door!?" Mystique's loud voice came from the inside."Daddy?!" The young child passed with uncertainty but when the man outside his doorstep lifted his head and gazed into his eyes that bared so much familiarity, Little Dean's heartbeat fastly beneath his chest and he slammed the door shut.Mystique came out from the kitchen with a towel wiping her hands clean to find her son standing there with his back pressed against the door, his hand clenched tightly on his chest while he stared blankly as if he had just encountered a ghost outside his doorstep."Dean, what is it, who is at the door?" Mystique asked worriedly seeing her son's actions as she advanced."He's at the door!" The young boy muttered to himself."Who is at door?" Mystique grilled again as she was now standing in front of him."Daddy" The boy revealed in a whisper and Mystique
Through the years, everything the Miller's owned had been transferred to Mystique and Damien's wealth and his family wealth had also be transferred to her name, one could say she was bathing with money but being unfit to look after two companies, Archer and Harriet' because the temporary owners till Mystique was ready to take responsibility which would take a whole lifetime. "I'm surviving Harriet" Mystique replied after a few seconds of silence. Harriet sighed and threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "Jesus Mystique, you are a lost case!" Silently, Mystique moved around with the baby, and then, Bell, V, Liam, and Hikaru walked in and Mystique's eyes immediately met the sorrowful ones of Bell who was another lost case, another lost soul as Theo also never made it out from that fire. "Bell" Mystique acknowledged her best friend. "Mystique" T
"The shut down of AL Group of Companies has been a mystery and shock to the public as the sudden disappearance of the Martinez's had also been a big blow and after so many years, The CEO of AL companies, Appa Alice Martinez has been declared dead by the police in a fire after a careful investigation while the disappearance of Damien Martinez remained unknown....!""Dean, switch off that television this minute!!" a loud voice shouted from a distance and five tiny fingers immediately grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV, and laid down on the large couch while hugging a teddy bear tightly to his chest and shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep as the clicking sound of footsteps could be heard and soon, a young lady came out from the hall with a little girl in her arms.The girl giggled at the kid lying on the couch as the man put her down and scrolled over to the couch."Dean?" She called in a warning tone and t
While the five men carried Archer, Harriet, Ichabod, and V on their backs and ran out, Bell and Hikaru struggled to pull Mystique away from Damien's cold body but she held him even more tightly, refusing to let go, wanting to join him as she wept and wailed to go with her lover.Finally being able to take hold of himself, Liam joined them as they were finally able to pull her away and dragged her out from sight while her cries got louder and louder by the minute.But Theo remained as he stood quietly in front of his mother before squatting down to her level as she laid on the floor struggling to breathe as she pants while her entire right arm was gone.She gazed up at him, her breathing began to come out slowly as her eyes suddenly softened at the sight of her son, her eyes showing an emotion he had never seen in his entire existence, something she lacked for so many years, the affection that only a mother could di
Please vote and comment.*~*"This is taking way too long" Madam clasped her hands together, following the locale with avidness. How congenial. She giggled internally.Damien unflinchingly stared at his once hobnobber directly into his eyes, trying to make out if this was one of those frivolous escapades they typically played at the last minute whenever their mission didn't go as planned but as he gazed intensively, he found nothing as he only saw lividity, contrition, execration, and anguish.Damien sighed inwardly as he realized how devitalizing this game was but he was determined to end it with or without Benvolio."Goodbye, Damien!" He enunciated as he slowly pulled the trigger when halted his movements when an obstreperous voice ejaculated."STOP!!" A voice unanticipatedly exclaimed and they turned in a time as Mystique ran and stood beside Damien
The more listened, the more her eyes felt like they wanted to pop out from her socket, the more her heart pound loudly beneath her chest, the more thousands of layers formed and doubled in his stomach. She gulped painfully but the lump that had formed in her throat refused to be gulped down and finally the recording came to an end and she was immediately upon her feet, forgetting that fact that she was still in her sleeping pajamas as she dashed for the door but Bell immediately caught her wrist, preventing her from escaping."Let me go Bell. It's a trap, she's gonna kill him" she said helplessly as her eyes sparkled with tears wanting to stream down her face so badly."He knows that but judging from the map, they had everything planned out" Bell assured him but Mystique shook her head as she didn't feel assured one bit.Finally, a single teardrop slipped out from his eyes. "This is Appa Alice Martinez we are talking abo