Chapter 19 curator preview

By morning the Editorial chief administrator had a call that 10 percent of his staff had died. He paid a visit to each and every dead curator and the only thing they notice was that their flesh sucked dry to the bones and bloody Marta rules appeared on every phone. The police detectives read and discussed the Killer and the next day, those police officers who read the novel also died. The same way the rest of them died. The more the police officer read and mention the name, the more they died in large numbers.

If one should read and mention the name. Then Marta shows up through the picture from the cover art by nightfall turning their phones on by themselves. Anyone in that surrounding who came to stop or prevents Marta died. It takes just one read to kill several.

Until this day, I woke up, having fun with my girlfriend not knowing what was happening. Millions of viewers reading my novel in an influence of a Ghost ALPHA BLOODY MARTA-THE THE CLASSROOM OF DEATH had died from reading my novel within five days.

I got up and quickly check my laptop. I was lucky to use an alias name.

I saw, what Marta and I had discussed killing just three had turned to millions.  She used to me recreate a script. The story of how I killed people for revenge, how I melt Bella, my entire life story from day one, and then place a killer photo with a law of the spoken word bringing words from sentences to life. She needed me to give her permission to kill and she took advantage of me as a human host. Ghosts can't operate without a human body to function.

I tried to pull down the upload but it did not work.  So I decided to destroy the laptop to pieces, so I won't be traced by the police. Then I began to pack up my things so as I can run. In case it has been traced. I just finished when I saw tons of police officers in amour vehicles stomps the building apartment outside the apartment building.

"Shit" I have been traced already"

I knew what kind of thing I do. killing people. I knew that they were brilliant detectives who could track people, so I chose to rent a place with little or no people.  I rented that place and I killed the landlord from the beginning Long ago. So knowing my face would not know, I always put on hoodies so my face won't be easily seen. I set ablaze in my room and ran through the escape route's and I was heavily chased by the cops with dogs smelling my every scent. I never planned in mind with entire police officers chasing one guy.

"Stop right there!   Swat officers armored to the teeth shot at me aiming for my leg.

Thwack

Thwack,

"Don't kill him!, we have to get him alive, or else nothing will stop". Another spoke. I run through the woods. I ran and moments I was able to escape under a tunnel. cops swarm the entire city with total locked down.

Later Bella called me, I tried to pretend as if nothing was happening. I tried to stay calm and talk sweetly. I was going to tell her about my situation but I couldn't because she called to commend me for a good job on the story Alpha bloody Marta.

"What? You read my novel" I panicked.

''Where are you? I Questioned

"Am in the dorm" she chuckles.

'OK, stay put, don't go anywhere. I am coming to get you"

"Why you left here a moment ago and you already missing me" Bella questioned, ha "don't tell me you want to go for another five-round" She sarcastically spoke chuckling

"Who spoil you like this? I questioned

"It's you now, or did you catch me with another guy? Chuckling anyway stay put am on my way".

I retrace my steps finding my way running to her house, taking a different route from my initial planned route. I ran out of an alley. I check my watch, quarter to 7 says the time. I lift my head, and suddenly. A hand shot out from behind me covering my mouth, while an arm was strapped around my wrist Handcuffs dragging me into a black van swiftly driving away.".

"You are to remain silent for anything you do or say will be used against you in the court of law". A guard dressed in black spoke angrily

"Huh!" He should remain silent,  a man dressed in a brown pattern suit spoke distastefully.

"Are you alright? He questioned? 10million people are dead. If you lost your wife or kid to whatever is happening? do you think you want him to remain silent".

"Hey, start talking" What did you do?.

"Am Sorry detective Robin. I am just used to those words, I swat guard spoke.

I turn to look, blue eyes, full curling hair, and pale skin.

"You better start talking " he looks straight into my eyes.

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Moments later,  I was seated In a squared room with no window, just a black monitoring window I have seen in movies. that's where some idiot stands watching, a metal desk, and two chairs and this place is spotlessly clean. The man seated across picks his phone and swaps showing me images of cops and people dead.

Robin walked in With a female detective who handled Ray's case. They slide their chair and sit. They slide pictures of the governor taken from a black box, flight attendant, Mike, ray, my father, and step-mother with Black Hand imprints across their neck and then the novel photo.

'Explain!! Right now. He demanded.

I looked at them perplexed of what to say. Bella is in trouble and if my memory is correct. Marta will kill her for several minutes for now as the day is fading quickly. I am trying to remain calm, I have to think of a way through this.