Mary Williams
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13
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“M-monster… you… you… should rot in hell…” Charles cried in anguish. I shrugged off his insults. People like him never understood things from my perspective. I had no idea why I decided to do such a pointless thing like telling him so much about my philosophy. “Welp, you have your opinion, and I have mine…” I whispered, touching him by the neck. The man trembled as soon as our skins touched. ‘I could easily kill you right now, but…’ “Y-you think you can get away with this? No…-
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Charles must have thought I would find value in his daughter if I realized she had a very useful Gift that I could exploit. It was a very smart move to make, but his reasoning was flawed. Why would I choose to bring extra baggage with me just for her Gift, especially when I was responsible for the death of both her parents and even everyone she came to know and love? There was also one last thing Charles was unaware of… something no one currently knew. Since I had a bit of time left, I could simply…
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“N-no… please. Oh, God! Please!” Charles begged as he saw the monster draw nearer to his wife. Despite his feeble and powerless attempts to try stopping the monster that incessantly approached her, he couldn’t move a muscle. The control I had over him would not allow Charles to leave his kneeling posture. “Jeremy! You bastard! Why are you doing this?!” He growled, showing hate in his eyes as hot tears streamed down his cheeks. Tasha, the poor man’s lover, couldn’t say much in her stunned…
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For a moment, silence prevailed. Only the exchange between Charles’ eyes and mine occupied the expanse of the office we both sat in. It seemed like the man wanted to say something, but he stopped himself from doing so. During situations like this, it was best for the one with the higher power to speak first. And so, realizing his intentions, I complied and broke the silence. “How have you been, Charles? You’re awfully quiet… and even nervous. Are you not feeling well?” I asked with a…
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It didn’t take very long for me to locate them, given the advantage I had in sensory perception. Deciding to take care of the most troublesome first of all, I made my way to the second floor where I tracked my target’s presence and passed through her door. In an instant, I was greeted with the floral scent of the room. For someone like me who had heightened senses, it took a while for me to acclimate to the oddly sweet aroma that hung in the air. I shook off the feeling and set my eyes on the owner…
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‘Well, this isn’t the first you’ve done it, Jeremy…’ I calmed myself and looked beyond the horizon. I could somewhat see the Camp, though it was not very clear—even with my heightened vision. It seems so small, so irrelevant, almost like a speck of dust. The moment my thoughts went along this line, I found the courage to do what needed to be done. For the past week, I had been preparing my heart for this, taking care of the surrounding Camps in the process. So far, there would be no…
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‘What are my true intentions for her, uh?’ To be honest, I wasn’t even sure myself. I really did not need a sidekick or partner in my journey. There was the option of using her as a ‘Meat Shield’ in the case of danger, but I cared too much for her to consider doing that… at least not at first glance. Besides, my attachment to this woman kept growing day by day. With Anabelle’s death, my need for the emotional intimacy she used to supply me with began increasing. Perhaps I hoped to replace…
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Kevin’s body felt heavy, like lead. No more Skills were available to him since all his servants were dead, and he knew none of his personal Skills would work. Despair enveloped the man, and he soon reverted to the way he was before the Apocalypse warped his nature. Kevin Smith turned frail! “P-please… don’t… I beg you… don’t kill me.” He stuttered, watching the amused grins of the Hobgoblins as they drew closer. Their green-colored skin glimmered in the sun and they rubbed their fists,…
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Kevin Smith was a powerless man. He had always been someone who would be termed as a ‘Bottom Feeder’. Having no other choice but to serve as the janitor for one middle-sized company, he accepted his fate and worked to earn a living. Being looked down on by both young and old alike pissed him off. Nothing was beneath him. Still, he had a dream, no—perhaps it was no longer a dream, but a small flickering hope—that his life would one day turn around. His seemingly impossible ambition of rising to…
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The thirteen Gifteds who were participants in the blood-curdling game made by a sick boy ran, all in different directions. It was the best option they could come up with to preserve their lives. Of course, a few idiots believed that if they could only last for an hour, they would survive the death that seemed to creep up on them. Some counted the seconds in their head while others completely ignored the concept of time and ran as fast as they could. This continued until… the one minute of grace…
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