She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow.
He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean.
When one meets the other, galaxies c...
He had messed up. He was too mess. His shoes had stepped in the blood. E was going to be found.
If that bitch hadn't come in, he would have been fine. Hell he wouldn't be hiding in the floor boards at the moment.
The air vent in which he crawled into the house was located on the far corner of the room.
His leg was aching. He wasn't able to go back to the house for his meds when he found they weren't in his bag.
If he had gone back to the mansion, everyone would suspect something was up.
He couldn't let them know anything was wrong until almost all of them were dead.
His target was Matteo, the third brother in line for the throne of the Rossi name. Everyone else was just a back up plan.
To make it look like he w judt killing everyone, not just one person.
Precautions people, you have to keep yourself safe.
That bitch was ruining his plan. She was supposed to be gone. She was gone for three months. His plan had worked. He walked the letter up to Antonio and was there for the "heart wrenching" news.
So sad that Athena had to leave. One less obstacle in his way.
Noone had suspected anything, Athena was the only one that looked at him weirdly. Like she could read him, see through him.
But she never did anything about it, so maybe he wss just worried.
He couldn't move around because of the noise the air vent would make. He couldn't be found until Matteo was dead.
Hell he couldn't be found at all, he had to finish this.
"What do you know?" The annoying voice of Ford Kirk reached him.
God he really hated that man, he wasn't as bad as that Samuel man. He truly hated acting like a bitch boy for the six of them. He wished to stab them. Or cut out their tongues.
Just like how he did to Inias.
There was a silence that entered the room. Meaning the bitch was probably talking.
He was going to slit her throat when he was done with her. Make her relive the "tramua" she had gone through.
The White family was being taken care of at that very moment. He just didn't like them. And he partner had some vengeance he had to take care of or something.
Something about how his father was the one supposed to kill them.
And seeing as they were still breathing the plan didn't go to well.
So while is friemeny was dealing with the parents. He was going to take care of the girl.
She was going to beg for mercy with whatever voice she has left. And then he was going to slit her throat st let her choke on her own blood till she died.
"The killer seems to be weighting his weight into his left leg. He might be close to 5'9 in height. He s training in martial arts."
He smiled as they talked about his actions. They were to be scared of him. His plan was moving forward.
"He is weak."
What!? That wasn't what was supposed to he said. He was not weak. Sure he had a weak leg, but he was stronger than all of them.
"His leg will be his weakness. And he seems to not handle himself well. With the marks on the victims, he seems to go to fast. We can use this once we find him." Ford waits a moment.
He was fumming in the air vent. He wanted to pop out and kill all of them. To prove just how weak he was.
He was going to kill that bitch sooner than later.
