The man jumped back into his car but not before giving his gun to the driver, then the car raced away like it was late for a very important meeting.
The blood was running so rapidly that his blue and white stripy pyjamas were now pure red, and there was no doubt that the hired gunman didn’t want to kill the introverted man, well not straight away he wanted the lonely man to suffer as much pain as he can before he die’s, or lose his leg.
Something made a buzzing sound close to the man’s ear. He swatted around his head, but the buzzing still persisted.
What is it? He though. The buzzing became louder yet it seemed further away as if…..that’s it! He realised suddenly. The buzzing is in my head! As this though crossed his mind, terror crossed his face. The terror turned to anger as he hit himself over the head, hoping to drive out the unknown buzzing. One thought, and one thought only crossed his mind. Get it out. Over and over he heard these words, infuriating him but yet he listened.
Like a man possessed, he put both hands to his head and shook it, but still the continuous high pitched buzzing still rang through his skull. He clawed at his face, his nails leaving trails of blood in his cheeks.
Then he fell clumsily to the ground, silent, still. Dead. In a puddle of red liquid.
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On looking closer, a passer by may have seen the deep scars in the man’s face and the dried blood under his nails.
Two people went walking by, a girl and her boyfriend; at first they thought it was a homeless person but as they got closer they realised there was something seriously wrong.
When the girl saw his face the first thing she did was let out a tremendous scream, compared to her boyfriend, whose first reaction was to see if the man was still alive,
Softly her boyfriend said ‘He’s dead’,
The girl broke down in tears whilst the boy reached for his phone.
‘Ambulance please. And the police.’
The boy stood up with the sun shining fiercely in his eyes and walked over to the girl. He put a comforting arm around her and wiped her tears with his sleeve.
‘Look at the scars on his face. What happened? It looks so terrible.’
The boy said nothing but pulled the girl tighter into his chest. The sound of ambulance sirens filled the air and the girl turned to face them.
The boy stood up to talk to the ambulance men. ‘Don’t leave me here with…’ Her eyes turned to look at the dead man. She ran to follow the boy.
The ambulance man thanked the pair and turned to look at the dead man.
‘Let’s go. Please. Please can we go? I’m scared.’
They turned towards the road and walked away, leaving the ambulance crew treating the man. Both in stony silence as the girl reached for the boy’s hand. He acknowledged this with a smile and together they walked away. Away from the horrors behind them.
As the Ambulance men carried the dead body into the back of the ambulance a dark coloured car drove past, the driver and passenger seat’s where both occupied by two male’s, and both of them had a very satisfying look on their faces. Like they had done something to be very proud of.
