In broad daylight, somewhere in China town a woman started on a full blown screech that never seemed to end. Seconds later, people shoved and pushed to get away from the grinning man with a de-capitated head in his black leather clad hand right in the middle of the busy cafe.
Someone threw up their meal all over the floor adding more to the chaos, as escaping people started to slide and scramble desperately over the putrid gunk coating the ground.
Blood spurted out of the freshly cut still pumping neck all over the white tables and floor like an artists canvas.
Olyver admired his lovely handiwork. For something this gruesome and evil to happen, you would have atleast thought a no moon night in an empty alley way or something. But as always Olyver was business.
He sauntered over to the nearby table where a couple sat white-sheeted in terror frozen in their seats.
"Is that a sweet red bean bun?" He pointed at the man's untouched plate. The man quickly nodded thrusting the plate as furthest he could to Olyver with trembling hands.
He dropped the head, one eye still twitching and the mouth a big hole of despair where it rolled down the floor to a stop against the wall with a sickening squishy thud.
Picking up the plate, a napkin and a packet of toothpicks, he wiped the edge of his switchblade clean on a table cloth and walked through the back entrance- back into broad daylight.
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Sledge-hammering on the rentals accelerator, Olyver turned up the radio and popped in a sweet bun that lay deliciously tempting in its foil wrapping in his passenger seat.
He tapped his hand against the steering wheel to the beat of a song and peered into his mirror.
So far so good.
A siren blared in the opposite direction and slowed to a U-turn.
Oops, he chuckled. Spoken too soon.
Olyver slowed down just enough for the cop to catch up with him. Bumping tail-lights was more his thing.
"Pull over now!" His soon-to-be pursuer shouted over the transistor.
Olyver hit the hand-brake at 60milesph and grinned as the surprised cop fishtailed to the left and then to the right to avoid hitting the rental ploughing instead head on into a couple of water barrels at the start of the high-way. The siren croaked to a comical slow death.
Olyver waited, but there was no return of the cop. His pursuit was over, before it even began.
He sighed and resumed the song on the radio, and then started back on the road towards Sin-City.
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Coming up next..
Olyver makes a pretty bow out of loose ends.
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P.S Song at the top is No reflection and the lyrics suits Olyver down to a Tee
This'll hurt you worse than me.
I'm weak, seven days a week.
Don't run from me. I won't
Bother counting one, two, three...
I don't know which me that I love.
Got no reflection.
I don't know which me that I love.
Got no reflection.
Show myself how to make a noose
A gun's cliche, and a razor too
I'm not a deathshare vacation, vacant station
Made of scars and filled with my old wounds
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A villain for life.
Action'In his orange jump-suit rolled down all the way past the white shirt to his hips, smoking on a joint, titanium cuffs around his feet and tattooed wrists hindering any excessive movements. Olyver looked a picture of complete ease in his setting. We...
