**_THOMAS_**

“So, who’s gonna die today?”

I watch patiently behind the woman as she stalks back and forth in front of five tied and gagged hostages. Her heels _click! click! click!_ on the concrete floor of the warehouse. Jack only gave me a post-it note with an address of it; the door to the warehouse was unlocked anyway.

Jack had sent me here for backup if the investigators found something.

...

“So, who’s going to die today?” the gaunt, coarse man asked with a grin. “Don’t everybody jump up at once!” he shouts as he slams his hammer into the iron bars. We all jump at the sound and some whimper in fear. This man glares at all of us, and his eyes meet mine. The grin spreads further, “Youuu” he says slowly, pointing his long, crooked finger in my direction as he unlocks the cell. He steps t...

"So, who's going to die today?"

I eye him, pinning him with a death stare. "You really shouldn't joke about this, Bryan."

"Alright, alright!", he holds his hands up, shriveling under my gaze. "You know I like this as much as you do, Cass."

Next to me, Lily picks up one of the colored beads. "Well, let's get this over with, shall we?"

After a pause in which everyone eyes each other nervously, we al...

“So, who’s going to die today?” The officer said. Rye new he was almost the oldest and if his work didn’t pick up…. He didn’t want to think about it any longer.

The year was 5819. They were in space at the moment, it took lots of fuel and food but space was livable, the 4th space station had just opened. Rye was a prisoner, he had worked for the government, a long time ago, to him it felt like a...

‘So, who’s going to die today?’

“That was the final text message sent from your son at 6:53 this morning to three of his classmates.”

Detective Malone and George Brown sat facing each other in the interrogation room. Mr. Brown was slumped on his knees, staring at the floor, while Detective Malone continued,

Your son opened fire with an assault rifle at around 7:32, and you purchased that rifle t...

“So, who’s going to die today?” I ask as I carefully clean the blades, my victims staring up at me from the dirt.

Wilting in the face of the shears, I begin to cut them; a brown leaf here, a dead flower there. Sometimes I use my hands and rip them right out at the root.

It’s a fun ritual we share, my plants and I, wondering who is next going to die....

“So, who’s going to die today?” I say out loud. It is early in the morning, the sun is out, the birds chirping, and they are roaming the ground. The roof building that I’m on is one of the few that hasn’t been invaded yet and I like to keep it that way.

“It’s way too early for you to be talking babe, go back to sleep.” My boyfriend half yells, half whispers to me. He’s inside our tent, getting...

“So, who’s going to die today?” Zane says walking around a group of sitting civilizans. Twirling the scythe up-and-down…

“Preferably no one!” Detective Connor says bursting through the door and… sliding? “Wow these floors are quite waxed-”

“Focus!” Aaron say coming from behind.

“R-Right! Hands up!”

Zane just sighs then laughs- _almost trips_

“Pfft-” Connor snickers and covers his mouth.

Aar...

(I intended for this to just be pretty short but I got carried away smh)

"So, who's going to die today?"

My hand went up almost immediately. When working for the king's secret spy agency, any mission I can get on I want. Seargeant Haku stared me down for a moment before saying, "Ah, whatever, Beckett gets it."

I smiled to myself, knowing that although it would be dangerous, I would earn the re...

“So, who’s going to die today? It’s a simple question, with a simple solution.”

Jack stared down the barrel of the gun, still in disbelief. He couldn’t even tear his gaze away for a second to see how Gina was dealing with this.

“I know I hit you hard, but you should still be able to ANSWER ME!” The last two words echoed throughout the room as the man shouted them with such intensity that Jack fi...