The Final Journey. As he turned torn, he felt the cold edge of the revolver strike the back of his head, the blood

 The mammoth-like man then swung his huge frame around, and carefully scanned the area, checking each corner in turn. After confirming his safety, he removed the handkerchief from his top pocket and mopped the face from his face. After replacing the handkerchief precisely in the same position it was before, he again checked the area, again each corner in turn, and again he was still safe. Now it was time to leave.

 After pulling a gigantic gulp of air, he reached out with his large hand to grab the keys from the lock. As he leant over to grab the keys, the sounds of the groaning body could be heard, but were muffled by the cold, steel boot lid, but none of this seemed to faze the man, he simply removed the keys from the lock, he swung his huge frame around, and made his way to the door, he somehow managed to move silently, yet swiftly, only the crack of his shoe leather could be heard.

 Then suddenly he stopped. Swiveled his body around and again checked each of the four corners in turn. As his head slowly dragged its way around the room it came to a grinding halt. He didn’t take a second look; he had already opened the door and had managed to thread the delicate key into the ignition, and had also managed not to crush the key in his huge hand.

 As the car shot down the road, the tires were still smoking, leaving the foul stench of burning rubber to be smelt. The man then suddenly yanked the wheel, which was covered by his gigantic hands, to the right. As the car slid around the corner the man dropped his large, flat foot onto the brake pedal, the car tires screeched again, until the car stopped.

 He flung the door open, he wasn’t moving quietly now. Not even time to check his safety, he just moved swiftly to the rear of the car, stuck the key into the lock, and twisted them. As the boot crept up, a look of horror, and great confusion took over the mans face. The body was gone.