Jessica looked up, shocked, angry, confused. Tears were visible from her eyes. "You did this?" "Yeah, I did!"
"You killed 99 people?"
"Well, not just me."
"Who else?"
"Tyson. It's his fault!"
"How?"
"He convinced me."
"He may have convinced you, but it's up to you to make the right decision."
"No!"
"What?"
"I can't. I am sorry, but I must."
"Why?
" "Because, because, because I must kill you so the horrors won't spread. You will tell. Any normal person would."
"I have to. You need psychological help!"
"I know, but I'm good. This was all for an amazing cause."
"Well, sometimes things don't go to plan."
"You know, I won't deal with you, you old hag!" Syke stabbed her in the chest.
"After everything!"
"Yes, you will not stop me."
"I have-"
"You will not stop me!"
Jessica gasped and looked at Syke.
Syke sighed. "I'm sorry. Goodbye my friend."
He stabbed her in the neck. Blood flooded the floor ferociously like the sea. Syke looked down at his final victim, sighed and turned away.
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Human harvester
HorrorA story about revenge and a whole lot of gore and murder. Who will come out on top? Find out.