Demon Hunter

Chapter 29 - Karma's a Killer? Sometimes...

"What do you mean, your husband?" I thundered. "I thought he died in an earthquake?"

"Well, I lied," Emily said, tears now forming in her lifeless eyes. Immediately, she spun on her heels and took off.

I knew all too well where she was going.

Down to the basement.

A strange feeling pooled at the pit of my stomach. Could that be...guilt?

Guilt was an emotion I rarely experienced. I didn't like how it felt.

However, being responsible for causing wrongdoing to others, whether directly or indirectly...it can make people sick.

The atrocious Prince family was full of psychos and a tiny part of me believed that they deserved something horrible like this.

Oops. I lied.

I meant a large part of me believed that they deserved an ill fate.

I decided to go after Emily, my hand tightening around the gun. I actually thought I would break the weapon with how tight my grip was.

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When I arrived in the basement, I was met with Emily sitting on the bloody floor, sobbing next to her dead werewolf husband.

"Well...I guess when they say silver bullets take down werewolves in stories, they aren't joking."

Emily turned around slowly.

When she faced me, her tear stained face was a mask of pure rage.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT RIGHT NOW!" She hollered.

She pulled out her phone.

For a second, I thought she was going to throw it at me, but instead, she started dialing a few digits, and then held the phone to her ear.

"Hi, 911, I need an ambulance..."

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I didn't sleep all night.

I couldn't.

Not when I was responsible for killing off Artie's dad.

I know Artie's not close with his family, but this was a chance for him to re-bond with them...

But I wouldn't have killed off Artie's dad if his lunacy of a psychopathic mother hadn't forced me into the basement with that thing...

(A/N: It's morning time now!)

I arrived in the kitchen and was met with a grim Artie sitting in one of the chairs at the main table. Derek was sitting across from him. He decided to take a later flight (in first class) because of what happened.

"Hey..." I mumbled.

It felt awkward greeting them when I murdered their father.

"I'm sorry about what happened..." I informed them.

I was prepared for them to yell at me, but they didn't.

"It's alright Raven," Artie said, shaking his head sadly. "I can't believe Richie's alive."

Richie? Alive? Huh?

I waited for Artie to continue.

"He's going to be discharged from the hospital today." Artie told me, while Derek continued to stay silent. And hmm, I thought Derek wasn't close with his father, either. Wonder what's going on in his bipolar mind? "Surprisingly, his recovery was quick. Even the staff were shocked."