Mama, just killed a man

[HyunnaPark]

I had my first "on screen" kill. It was quiet, clean. He didn't feel a thing.

Let's have a moment of silence for "the man with the sword," who gave his life in a flashback so that my protagonist's magical arc probably makes a little more sense.

R.I.P. "The man with the sword" (Chapter 4 line 174 - Chapter 4 line 178). Your sacrifice will not be forgotten, unless I have a really interesting tonal shift in Chapter 5 that makes me rewrite the ending of Chapter 4.

Who was your first, and how was it?

 

[Erozetta]

Will answer in a few minutes, must remove earworm first.

 

[AwkwardMD]

(Not quite my first, but) My third story features a character who triggers their own death in a manner that's somewhat like suicide by cop. Afterwards, I had the manner of her death find a suicide note, explaining a lot of how and why. I use GoogleDocs, and one of the fun features of GoogleDoc is that other people can be in the document while you write, watching and commenting on the side. Two of my friends were in there as I wrote this, flirting with each other and being fairly raunchy as I tearfully wrote this suicide note, to a monstrous character I'd secretly grown to appreciate and enjoy.

I had to kick them out, and I was kind of a bitch about it, but I was eyeballs deep in my feels. I did what I had to do.

 

[FrancesScott]

Who was your first, and how was it?

I’m yet to kill anyone. Not sure that’s my thing. Then if I ever get this Lesbian Sherlock Holmes thing off the ground…

 

[TheRedChamber]

I was worried I had never killed anyone off in 70 plus stories. Then I remembed one of my stories has the apocolypse and two thirds of the planet dead. Phew.

Actually, my first was a stunning blonde who drove a pink Ferarri. I'd say first named kill but the gas station attendant was never told it.

I've posted this before, but it seems appropriate for this thread...

https://theonion.com/author-too-much-of-a-pussy-to-kill-off-characters-1819568693/

 

[YmaOHyd]

First written hasn't been published yet; story's not done. First published was Arturo in The Right Time, who dies for mysterious science-fiction-y reasons. Maybe don't probe the anomalous orbital object, Arturo!

Edit: Oops, someone may have died in Whatever It Takes. Probably did! But I don't know who or why and since it's a 750 word story I'll never find out.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I had my first "on screen" kill. It was quiet, clean. He didn't feel a thing.

Let's have a moment of silence for "the man with the sword," who gave his life in a flashback so that my protagonist's magical arc probably makes a little more sense.

R.I.P. "The man with the sword" (Chapter 4 line 174 - Chapter 4 line 178). Your sacrifice will not be forgotten, unless I have a really interesting tonal shift in Chapter 5 that makes me rewrite the ending of Chapter 4.

Who was your first, and how was it?

Heaven and Hole for me:

I embraced Lily, but suddenly another question occurred. An urgent one. "So your spy, the useful one. Is she still in situ?"

Lucy had clearly found another defect in her nail polish, and it was left to Oúriēl to speak.

"Not exactly. She was found. Well not so much her... pieces of her... quite a lot of pieces of her as it happens... were found floating in a lake a few days back. It's partly why we decided we needed to act, to get in contact with you. It's probably just a coincidence, nothing to worry about, certainly not an occult dissection spell or anything like that. I'm sure you will be fine."

 

[Bamagan]

I had my first "on screen" kill. It was quiet, clean. He didn't feel a thing.

Let's have a moment of silence for "the man with the sword," who gave his life in a flashback so that my protagonist's magical arc probably makes a little more sense.

R.I.P. "The man with the sword" (Chapter 4 line 174 - Chapter 4 line 178). Your sacrifice will not be forgotten, unless I have a really interesting tonal shift in Chapter 5 that makes me rewrite the ending of Chapter 4.

Who was your first, and how was it?

Outside of alternate endings, I think I've only killed one character, at least that I can remember. A villainous Nephilim who got fucked to death by a bimbo succubus named DumDum (her twin sister was DeeDee; it was an isekai thing not published here because it's arguably snuff because of that scene).

 

[dirk2024]

I had characters die in my first (and to date, only) Erotic Horror story: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-witches-of-eldritch-hollow

I used to think I would not write an Erotic Horror story, but I'm now glad that I did as I had fun with this one.

 

[MelissaBaby]

That would be a huge spoiler, but I can say it wasn't quiet or clean. It was a loud, ugly mess.

 

[MelissaBaby]

I was worried I had never killed anyone off in 70 plus stories.

Damn, I think I've got more stiffs than you have stories.

 

[MrPixel]

Story I have going up Wednesday has a body count. My first, too.

 

[Katie_Mae]

I killed a King.

He was killed by his brother in a plot to take over the throne. He murdered him with a knife and was then about to go and hunt down the King's children to kill too, but at that moment the crown prince happened to walk in, and saw his uncle standing over his father with a knife.

The crown prince rushed to his father, who said some heroic dying words to his son. I must have forgotten the King's brother was still there, because he did nothing while the Crown Prince had this last moment with his father and then went to get his siblings and escape. He must have just been patiently watching, so moved he forgot he was meant to be killing him too

EDIT: I should probably mention I wrote this when I was a child, lol.

 

[TheWritingGroup]

Never killed anyone so far.

--Annie

 

[SimonDoom]

My stories tend to be on the light-hearted side, so death is uncommon. I didn't have any deaths until my tentacle sex story Planet of the Tentacons. I did, however, kill off almost half the planet in my story Penis Fish, so there's that.

 

[AwkwardlySet]

Didn't really keep a count, but the number has to be over a thousand by now.

 

[DEFCOM5]

Who was your first, and how was it?

A bad guy who deserved it in Angela Secret

There are other deaths in the story (MMC is a veteran who had to kill in combat but like the majority of victims of war, they are anonymous.)

The bad guy is a character that got what was due

 

[ElectricBlue]

This, from my Arthurian myth novel.

I took some liberties with the myth. In my version, Lilith is the traitor Mordred's twin sister, the true heiress (warrior princess style) to Arthur the King. This scene follows the traditional Lady of the Lake sequence, where Arthur's body is taken off in the boat to rest in Avalon.

Lilith turned to her brother, her hand hidden behind her back. "Come, brother, let's talk." She stepped forward out of the water and walked up to him, her nakedness a deliberate provocation. "What, brother, dare you not look? I know the weight of your eyes upon me, I always felt your look, always knew you were there, a hiding in the dark, following me."

She went closer to him. "Come, sweet brother mine, you always wanted a kiss."

She tenderly reached for the blaze on his cheek, the king's mark made there, raging dark. "Oh my brother, I slept with you nine months, was it never enough?"

Mordant startled back, dread in his eyes, all colour drained from his face but the blaze. Lilith stepped right up to him, her breasts against his chest, and put her arm around him, her grim strength holding him close. "Oh, my brother, taste my lips." She kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue thrusting between them, fucking into his mouth. "My lips, brother, taste my lips. Taste this."

And with her other hand she plunged her killing knife deep into Mordant's belly, upwards to pierce his lungs, downwards to rupture his gut, left and right to spill his flesh and blood all steaming on the ground.

Mordant's eyes opened wide with the adrenal shock, and he looked down in wonder at what his sister had done. His guts fell to the white snow, staining it pink and red and brown in a spreading circle around him. He fell to his knees for a moment and looked up at Lilith in disbelief. "What...."

Lilith stepped back as Mordant's body fell forward into its own filth, looking down on him as she might look at a gutted fish by a fisherman's basket. She prodded at him with her foot to make sure. She knelt and made one swift cut, then weighted his body with stones, and it sank slow swaying to the bottom of the lake.

She washed herself clean in the cold water, and called her horse down to her. She tied the bridle of her father's horse to the pommel of her saddle, and so too the bridle of her brother's horse to her father's saddle. She sheathed her sharp knife and dressed herself in her hiding cloak.

Lilith rode to Camlann, three horses all in a line.

Mordant looked down from a high pole with his sightless eyes, and saw nothing.

 

[Voboy]

In SF/Fantasy? I've killed thousands. Vampire stories? Dozens more.

My first death that served a narrative purpose was probably St Valentine himself, stoned to death outside the gates of Rome so that one of my protagonists could ponder his life. He didn't throw one of the stones.

 

[Erozetta]

I had my first "on screen" kill. It was quiet, clean. He didn't feel a thing.

Let's have a moment of silence for "the man with the sword," who gave his life in a flashback so that my protagonist's magical arc probably makes a little more sense.

R.I.P. "The man with the sword" (Chapter 4 line 174 - Chapter 4 line 178). Your sacrifice will not be forgotten, unless I have a really interesting tonal shift in Chapter 5 that makes me rewrite the ending of Chapter 4.

Who was your first, and how was it?

I don't actually remember the first death I wrote, but it was probably the story I made up about a house on my block that was possessed by witch seeking to rejoin the living by luring kids in with fresh baked cookies and a gentle presence. She would then possess them and they would bring more kids, she needed 33 all at the same time in order to get the life force she needed to break through the veil. (I was like 6, cut me some slack.)

The first genuinely meaningful death I wrote (I was about 13) was about a pair of sisters who went out one night, one of the sisters gets knocked out and doesn't remember anything from that night but when she wakes up, she's covered in blood and her sister is lifeless next to her. She freaks out, it draws attention, she's blamed for her sister's death, people at the club she was at back up the notion that the surviving sister was jealous of the attention the dead sister got, surviving sister had wounds on her hands that looked like she had poor control of the knife and slipped while killing her sister. She's found guilty of the murder, but is adamant the entire time that she doesn't remember what happened, she got knocked out as they were leaving the club. Her sister was drunk and someone came up behind them then she doesn't remember anything until she woke up.

It's chalked up to a psychotic break, but she's sane to stand trial and is sentenced to death because of how vicious the attack was. (It was... Graphic.) The only thing the surviving sister is sure if is that there should've been two bracelets with a butterfly clasp, but only one was ever listed in evidence and it wasn't on either sister, so she didn't know if it was hers or her sister's that was missing as they were identical. After years of appeals, she maintains that she's neither guilty nor innocent because she can't remember what happened. She's basically resigned to "Well, I didn't save her, so I'm as guilty as whoever killed her." Over time, bits and pieces come back and she remembers a truck, and seeing her sister being pulled into the truck, but not much else. She tells her lawyer everything she remembers, but there's not enough details to reopen the investigation...

Err... That got long winded. Long story short, during the lethal injection, she stays lucid longer than expected and starts talking to her sister. Her last words were basically "My sister said to forgive you all for fucking up, and her bracelet is in her ex's truck."

(Again, I was like 13... It wasn't well written or researched, lol.)


I was definitely working through some family issues with that story. And my sister found it. And I started burning my writing after that and was very careful about who I let see what writing after that until around 2019 on Reddit, then here about a year later.

 

[Areala-chan]

I've killed dozens of characters over the years. My first kill here on Lit was a necromancer.

 

[NuclearFairy]

Probably at the end of Neptune's Blessings. The protagonist's mother and sister very messily tear apart the villian. He doesn't know that though, won't know it in the sequel. I mostly wrote it in because my SO kept asking if she would die and to know how she would die.

First onscreen death that actually has a known meaning to the protagonist... Hasn't been published on lit. XD It's an orc killing the lord of the territory that her boys have taken over the army of so that she can finish the takeover and start making the territory truly safe for women. That one is a fight that she wasn't guaranteed to win, but she did it by tripping him to fall on her so she could gut him on the way down.

 

[KittyOfSteele]

My lawyer told me not to talk about it. I can tell you this though: crime fiction doesn't need to be bloody to have satisfying kills. Nevertheless, my latest featured a whole criminal operation from a strip-club executed by someone paying off their debts to the gang they used to be in. Soon to be live.

 

[old_prof]

Who was your first, and how was it?

My only truly on-screen death is in an upcoming novel. It was tragic, she died in the arms of her husband.

I had a slightly off-screen suicide in a story. He was an asshole, but his daughter still sheds tears for him. I cried for her, but not for him.

I guess petrification does count as dying as well. I did have an on screen petrification. She DEFINITELY deserved it -- she would not have been petrified if she didn't. My lone LW story was definite PTB. (Petrify the bitch)

 

[Erozetta]

Everyone else:

It was a profound moment in an epic story that I spent ages perfecting to make it impactful.


Me over here;
... "My first death as a storyteller was when I was six and wanted to scare the shit out of my friends who liked playing in an abandoned house but I thought it was stupid and unsafe and wanted them to stop, so I made them stop." <-- said in an oddly cheerful way with uncomfortable giggles at exactly the most disturbing points. Also with no pauses or breaths until that lonely little comma at the end where the tone changes to a still cheerful but vaguely threatening tone.

(What the fuck is wrong with me?)