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Contents

 Table Of Contents

 

1. Prologue.

2. Catching The Killer.

3. Finding Proof.

4. Brief Meeting.

5. Bloodlines.

6. Surprised Visits.

7. Searching Souls.

8. Getting Answers.

9. Monsters & Dreams.

10. Dark Future.

11. Faking Witness.

12. Hidden Truths & New realizations.

13. Deadly Decisions.

14. Finally, We're Here.

15. We Meet Again.

16. History Repeating.

17. Memories That Hold Us Together.

18. Guess Who's back?

19. Working Together.

20. Surprise Guest.

21. Life Isn't Fair.

22. Welcome, My Seeker.

21. Broken Promises.

23. Raise hell.

24. Epilogue.

25. Bonus Chapter 1.

26. Bonus Chapter 2.

27. Bonus Chapter 3. 

28. Bonus Chapter 4.

Prologue

I was a destructor.

Wherever I go destruction follows. It always does. So I wasn’t surprised to see everything burning down in front of my own eyes. I saw people trying to control the uncontrollable fire. Foolish peopleWhat did they think? They can mess with me and live to tell the tale?

All of you wanted to see an evil, I’ll show you what it means to be truly evil.

“Detective, did you find something?” Asked the police who was searching the area, kicking the broken glasses from his way. Some people were taking photos of the room, some were taking the blood sample from the floor.

“Nope, still nothing.” The young detective huffed in annoyance. His hazel eyes were zoned on the half-burned room, trying to find something that will help him understand what happened there.

“How is this even possible? It’s like a cold-hearted murder with a perfect plan. There’s no clue other than the blood which is most likely the victims’. Whoever did this, must want to see this asylum burned to ashes.” Commented the other police.

“Well I don’t know about you guys, but this looks like one girl escaped.” The detective’s assistant stated looking at the bathroom mirror behind him and shook his head slowly as if making sure he was seeing clearly.

“How did you...?” The detective got confused as what could’ve been there?

“See this... for yourself. Or I’m helping you out.” He cowered away behind the detective. His body shook with fear as he looked at the mirror.

“Is this even a human?” The other police asked himself looking at the bloodied mess in the mirror.

“We’ll see. Let’s read. All of you wanted to see an evil, I’ll show you what it means to be truly evil.” Detective finished looking in the mirror with amused yet surprised eyes. The writings were written messily in the blood which means finding a possible fingerprint was close to none.

“That’s not it. Look at the other sides of the bathroom.” The police pointed at the wall behind him where there were more writings.

“Whoever will come in my way can say their life goodbye.” The detective read out and once again his assistant made a whimper.

“L-Looking like empty threats.” The assistant Aaron tried but failed to hide his fear...His lips were trembling, his amber eyes looking forth the detective and the writings. They were going to lose hope when a worker ran towards them with a timid smile.

“Sir looks like we found something. It was half burned but still can work.” Said a worker who was clearing the massive area.

“A diary. Fascinating for a mental patient to keep writing.” Detective Harrison chirped like it was a new beginning of an adventure. The diary in his hand looked torn and old, the brown texture almost fading away.

“Just look inside it.”

Nodding at the cops near the detective, he opened the first page only to get a shock of his life.

“Dear diary,

I’m Amelia Gill and this is my story of how I became a Reaper.”

Catching The Killer

Detective Harrison's POV

 

A burndown asylum.

A mass murder.

Two connected cases.

Who could be the killer?

“So what do you think we should do with this?” Aaron, my assistant of four years asked me from the couch in my office. He wasn't just my assistant, he was one of my best friends since college. In fact, when I first started as a detective, he was the one to jump up for a position of my assistant. He does his job well. He's brave, a little lost in the head like me and hella talkative.

But today his poser was tensed, his hand wiping sweats from his forehead. He was thinking of a thousand ways to get rid of the diary we found in the asylum. I mean it was obvious from his panicked amber eyes. I just didn’t get why he was so afraid. We had taken a lot worse case before and we solved it with flying colors. I mean yeah we got shot down a few times but that's just a part of the job description. So why he’s chicken out now?

“I was thinking of taking this diary with me to you know, find some clues and shit.” There was it again. The look of terror in his eyes. So it was safe to assume that he looked far away from agreeing with me. He visibly gulped at the look on my face which challenged him to say otherwise. Standing up from the couch, he was quick to be on my side.

“OK. Fine. You’re the detective. You take it. Not like my life matters or something.” He said angrily handing me the torn diary. Raising my eyebrows in question I only got a half-assed mumble.

“Don’t be angry Aaron. This isn’t a normal case. Some mental patient just burned the whole building when people were inside. She even threatened us. Nobody saw her running. She was keeping a diary means maybe she plans everything first. So I need this to know what she has agenda with.” I said again not understanding what he was so afraid of.

“I understand. I’ll go now. Can I come later to your house? Maybe discuss the case together?” He said changing the subject. I knew there was a silent war raging inside his head but for my sake, he dropped it.

"Hey, I asked you a question?" He waved his hand in front of my eyes which brought me back to what he asked.

Shaking my head, I opened my laptop to register in the agency. They'll want to know what did I found. "Sure, if you want to see an even bigger mess. Truth be told, I'm staying here for a couple of weeks other than home. After my sister left, I didn't want to stay there anymore, ya know. Bring back bad memories and all."

“OK. Then I'll see you in the office later.” With an understanding nod, he stormed out of the room.

Later in the office

Opening the diary...

Dear diary,

High school's mean to be hell...But oh well guess in my case it's my favorite place in the world. Everything is just so perfect and exciting! My whole world is my mom and my boyfriend. I can’t think of my life without them. Prom is coming and can you imagine? We are graduating this year, bitch. Yes, finally senior year is almost over. But I miss you too much my friend. I’ll always miss you and write in this diary. It was the last gift from you and I won’t ever forget you. Thanks for saving my life, Samara.

Bitches for life...

 ***

Dear diary,

I can’t bring myself to ignore this anymore. Thank heaven I got to keep you. I owe this to you, Samara. You’ll be shocked to know that my life has changed drastically. This is my first day in this brutal placeI want to get out of this placeI didn’t commit the murderI can’t. Can you believe I am capable of killing Zach?

He was my first crush and my love. I can’t kill my own boyfriend no matter what people sayI love him. The pain of losing him is still fresh when every day I've to hear taunting from the people around here. I didn't kill him, I swear on my life. 

Someone killed my boyfriend and threw the accusation on me...meI would never do that

We love each other than whyWhy I had to go with the punishmentnot just the policies..but Zach’s......

He was hereI know I can’t leave the feeling of dread and death whenever he was near meHe was here when I was writing.

When I was trying to sleep or when I was screaming for help. 

He won’t leave meMom or no one would believe me but I know Zach more than anyoneHe was here and he wants to kill me...help!¡!!“!!!!!!!!! He’s hurting me!

Now

“What are you reading?” I jumped at the sound. The diary slid down to the couch and dropped to the floor with a thud. Damn Aaron!

“Holy shit! How did you get inside?” I asked and narrowed my eyes to glare at Aaron. He was much better than I saw him in the morning. A shower can do that to you, I guess.

“You gave me your spared key. You said I can come whenever I want.” He said innocently.

“Oh..I forgot maybe,” I said frowning. I’m forgetting a lot lately. Just hope I don’t forget my name.

“So what were you doing buddy? You seem pretty shocked to see me.” He said while taking a soda from the fridge. I swear sometimes it looks like this is his office, not mine. Taking a big meat piece, he gave me a nod.

I didn't even realize I was hungry.

“Aaron, you know I had that diary of the girl?” I reminded him, preparing a salad for dressing. Humming a song, I took the meat from him only for him to start whining.

"Aaron! eat later, first the case." Glaring at my plate he huffed out a breath.

“Fine. You were talking about the mental one...? Totally. So what about that? Did you read that? Find something important?” He said sipping his soda. Not a second later, there was a notebook in his hand, probably to take notes for later. Meanwhile, I carefully took my knife and started to cut a steak for me.

“No I’m still at the first months she came there, actually the first day. Nothing planning there. But something is not right, you know.” I said thoughtfully. I couldn't ignore the plea for help in her writings. She was clearly in trouble as her writing was cut off brutally in the middle.

“Like what?” He asked confused. Like why are you afraid, I wanted to ask but held myself.

“See for yourself,” I said instead and handed over the diary. He took his time to read the whole page before giving it back to me.

“Um...reading that... She is really a mental patient, dude and could be dangerous. I mean she killed her boyfriend who she says she loves so much and all. And, she wrote her dead boyfriend was trying to kill her? This isn't Ghostbusters man. Ghost doesn't exist. Maybe it's the guilt that's making her hallucinating her boyfriend. You got my cue...right?” He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. But thank God, he wasn't acting so sacred anymore. It's strange to see him like that.

“Maybe you're right, It could be the guilt. Or, maybe we are going to be an unknown journey for finding the truth. But one thing is sure, the killer will be caught, they like or not.” I stated determination evident in my voice.

“And that’s what we’re gonna do...” Aaron finished for me.

Finding Proof

Harrison's Pov

 

"Trust me, darling. I am yours."

What the hell?

"I know. Always."

Who the hell is talking? Am I dreaming or something?

“Wake the hell up, Harrison!” Someone screamed suddenly, breaking me from my creepy dream.

"One more minute," I mumbled out to whoever hovering over me.

Well as much I loved to take a nap in my office I just can’t understand who wants to wake me up from my peaceful slumber...

“This is it! I’m pouring water on you or selling this couch with you.”

Well...that got my attention and I jumped from the couch to see Aaron was looking down at me and his face held heavily disappointment. There was redness around his eyes like he cried or something...but why? Was he high again?

“Now that I’m fully awake. Why did you wake me up at... 4 am in the morning? What the hell, dude!?” I asked rubbing my eyes while keeping an eye on the clock beside my couch.

As much I liked him as my friend and assistant but he had his own way of annoying the hell out of me and that...just made my blood boil. 

"Why are you sleeping on a couch?" His eyes narrowed slightly. "And why didn’t you go to your house?"

Didn't I tell him why just yesterday? I was debating if I should just roll my eyes or smack him in the head. So as the good little friend I'm, I smacked him on the head.

"I told you the house is a mess and I'm not ready to go there yet. Remember something like that I told you about yesterday?" I told him rolling my eyes.

“Er, it might've gone over my ears. But you’re getting angry. Your vein is about to pop. Is something wrong?” He frowned. I didn’t even realize I was holding a breath when he dropped the subject. I breathed deeply taking oxygen into my lungs and sat on the couch comfortably.

“Ugh...nothing. Why were you here again?"

Immediately his eyes hardened again making me grimace. High and angry mixed Aaron was never a good sign.

“Do you even care for your life? Your front door was wide open! If there was a bundle of thieves or worst that girl would have come to take her diary, what would you do? No! Don’t answer! You were obviously too passed out to care about!”

He did have a point there...I was wide awake last night reading the diary of the mystery girl. Not my word; it’s Aaron’s. But I guess I wanted to know more about her. I had people inside to know her back-story but as long as she’s not saying anything herself; nothing was coming clear.

“Are you even listening to me? I just said about last night and your expression is zero! What are you eating these days!?”

He was saying something...I must have zoned out.

“Um...sorry. Can you repeat that again?” I asked him again sheepishly.

“Last night after going home you wouldn’t believe what I saw! I saw the same warning writing neatly in my bathroom mirror! That’s why panicked okay! I thought she killed you and I’m next on her list. That’s how it works, doesn’t it?”

That surprised me. As I was reading the diary, it didn’t fit that she would do something like this...especially for Aaron. She seemed confused herself about the things happening with her.

Last night...

"Dear Diary,

Mom is picking me today for school. School is really giving me shits. Class, exams, sports and obviously Zach. Is he hiding something from me? Some guys were talking about his head, not into the game. Is he secretly taking drugs or having some affair? Oh lord! What am I thinking about my boyfriend? Really I’m stupid. But that's not the lest thing that I’m afraid of. I’m having continually dream of someone who looks exactly like me! I even joked with mom saying did I have a twin who she accidentally lost? She just had a grim expression and said I was stressing too much. That could be it or don’t forget our bathroom incident! Today I was in the bathroom looking in the mirror and I swear something moved into it. Call me sick but I was 100 percent sure! I even told Zach about it but he ignored me again. What is up with him who knows? Don’t know when the summer vacation will start... We are going to our summer house which is literary in the woods. I'm sure as hell looking forward to it! Who knows what interesting things will happen!

***

I’m sorry but again I had to use the old pages. I wanted to laugh at my past self-reading about the rant about having a shitty school day. Maybe now I’m understanding what real life really is. The nurses here are too rude. They didn’t even let me see mom. They say I need help. Yes! I admit I need help but not this kind of help! I’m not MENTAL! I need help to get rid of...Zach. I know the whole world knows he is dead but I know he is with me every damn second! I know his cologne, his breath. He won’t go until his bidding. Just I wish anyone would believe me. First, they locked me up in jail then they locked me up in here. My life is already ruined. If I don’t do anything soon I don’t know if I can stop him. And I hate to be the weak one. He mocks me, he says I’m the reason he’s trapped. What’s that supposed mean I wonder? I loved him with everything I had, was this a punishment of that?

***

“Back to earth Harrison! What are you thinking about? Care to share?” I was thrown into the present by a loud yell. Oh shit! Aaron. He had a gun in his hand and I left an eyebrow.

“What is that for?" I pointed at the gun and he lowered the gun giving me a grin.

“I thought I’ll need it. I wanted to be ready for the kill, you know. The usual.” He shrugged and I nodded.

“I was just reading her diary and how her life had been before the hospital,” I said getting up from the couch. Damn! It made my ribs uncomfortably stiff.

“What?"

“You asked me what I was thinking about. I’m giving you an answer you moron.” I replied putting on a shirt.

“Diary! Diary!Diary! Now I think it has been a mistake to give you that.” He practically yelled out.

“And why was that? What are you implying Aaron?” I asked as calm as I can get. Honestly, he was getting on my nerves. I do my job in my way. He had seen me do crazy things than reading some crazy's diary. Then why he’s acting out like I’ve sold my soul on E-Bay?

“You don’t see, do you? You are obsessing over that. Did she put a spell on that? I was foolish to think that someone would write before they were going to do a crime. Give me this shit, I need to burn it.”

Was he out of his mind! That was the only thing I had for as now. And he’s talking about destroying that! Was I protecting her? It seems odd but yes maybe I was protecting her.

“Say one word and you’ll be out of my office, now! Remember this is your boss talking. What would happen when I tell the precious Polices that I had the proof but my assistant burned it? Now, what would you like to say?”

I was getting beyond angry this time. There is a time when my limit is crossed. And Aaron just crossed the line.

“You...You would do that to me!? You are yelling at me because of some girl you don’t even know! Oh, dude mark it, you’re so going to be in trouble.”

Did I care? I didn’t think so...

Brief Meeting

Amy's POV

 

I was bored to death. And on top of that, I also lost my diary. The only thing that was keeping me sane. Why shouldn’t I rip Danny’s head off it was still a mystery to me. It wasn’t like I couldn’t break the room I was currently in but it was more like he would know that I was using my powers again. It had just barely gotten weeks that I’m in his home. And I need a shelter right now when every damn human is looking for my head. Don’t want to get kicked out now, shall we?

And he has also helped me escaping that mental asylum. So he deserves some respect and speaking of which, did he disappeared? I didn’t see him after the grand success of getting out. I just hope he got out without any injury. I don’t want another murder in my hand. Letting my shield free I felt the familiar tug at my heart. It was calling me to take souls as many as I can. The weird thing was... Just one year ago if anyone asked me what you want most... I would’ve answered nothing but my family. And now...

I want nothing but souls...

Harrison’s POV

“Detective Harrison, glad to see you back." Agent Jill said welcoming us into his office. He was looking at the two of us smiling but I could tell it was fake. I looked from him to see three police officer and Mr. David with his own detectives.

Ugh...he again.

“Yes. That would be me and this is my assistant Aaron.” I introduced us and we both took our seats. NY police department was more than happy to have me in their case. I’ve solved their numeral weird cases that no one wanted and I was almost sure that this time also the killers were going to be caught.

“You got your precious time for us, I see. Very good process. Last time we met, you just threw the report at my face saying you don’t want to ruin your time with me chatting about the things you already know.”

There you go...Always bringing up the past was Mr. David’s daily routine. He had his own detectives and I’m pretty sure he loathed me. I was always a blunt talker and judging by his face he didn’t like to be talked back. But that didn’t hold me before or now. Currently, we were in a brief meeting with my agent, the police, and the political agents. Let me tell you, they’ll say sweet words but until you gave them what they want you can’t even breathe freely. It was that sucked living with this job.

“So I was thinking, there have been weeks that the freak accident happened and there’s still no culprit or some suspect. What are you doing, young man? Getting laid?” Mr. David chuckled mockingly. I’m sure Aaron just choked on his coffee.

“With all due respect Mr. David, I don’t talk about my bedroom activities in a professional meeting. And to your question, we are doing our best. There’s have been some... Things to search up before we go to any conclusion.” I replied through gritted teeth. Talking to him was getting more irritated by the minute. Looking at his face alone made me want to punch him until I can't. I had to talk carefully or I’ll lose this job. But in these times I wish I could set him his place.

“What things? Will you mind to share?” He pressed giving me a lopsided smirk.

“You see... That woman had a dia...”

Aaron started talking but I just punch Aaron right in the balls from down the table. He deserved that. And to my satisfaction, he shut up and was on the verge of crying out.

“My assistant here is trying to say that, there is a girl who escaped the asylum when it was burning. So she could be just a victim or there was someone else who did all the chores. Also, She was the only witness in this case who is alive. So before we can be sure we shouldn’t give you any false report.” I explained the situation we were in.

“I see. Well, that would be considerable. But... You know you need to find out who did it, who is murdering people in daylight and give me a report on that or.. You can say your job goodbye. Now if you’ll excuse me...I need to join the dinner party with the president. See you soon, detective.”

And he spun around like he was walking on heels. The people who were with him also joined him. I just don’t understand. Why these people were with him if they didn’t want to talk or voiced their opinion. Just before he was out, he spun one more time to look at my eyes and slammed the door shut. Well... If he had a long hair he would definitely do a flip.

Mean girls much?

“Sorry for the rudeness. You know how these politicians could get. As long as there’s not a file waiting for them they’ll ruin your sleep of the night.”

Mr. Bull just snapped me from my daydreaming. Good... Or that’d be awkward staring at the door for nothing.

“I guess you’re right. But after the accident... There was no surprising murder. Was it?” I asked him standing up.

“What are you saying? Aren’t you looking at the newspapers? There have been several people found dead and locals told us they were animal attacks. But some sources said they have seen a girl and just after that there were people’s bodies piled up. But they couldn’t find a picture or video. just witnesses.”

I stood there shocked. There was the killer still outside taking peoples life when I was trusting my gut feelings. I should read that diary as fast as I can and maybe just maybe I’d proved wrong that she wasn’t the killer...

Bloodlines

Amy's POV

 

I was running. That’s a one thing I’m doing since Zach was killed and I think that has become a cruel habit. Zach had said something about myself that even I was afraid of. He knows... He knows everything about my bloodline which I didn’t even know. He was the one who told me I was adopted. He was the one who awakened my hidden powers. But sometimes it wasn’t him...it was like someone else has taken his body. And that person didn’t want me to get hurt. People say that eyes are the windows to the soul. His blue eyes were pleading when he tried to harm me. Like he was screaming for me to see, that he didn't mean it. I have seen him fighting with himself for control. I thought he still loved me but guess what?

His revenge was more important than his love. Cause the moment I started to scream his pleading stopped and there took over the cold

Imprint

Publisher: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Publication Date: 10-03-2017
ISBN: 978-3-7438-3589-4

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