The Landlady Ending

Part 4

        Billy lie dead in the middle of the dark road.

        It was getting late. Gregory had to take care of business. He limped back to the old lady's house, holding the glass in his palm.

        He rang the doorbell, and put his thumb over the peephole.

        He heard her approach the door. "Who is it?"

        "It's the mailman," said Gregory in a deeper voice.

        The landlady opened the door, and nearly dropped her cup of tea. 

        He didn't waste any time. He pushed her up violently against the door, holding the shard up to her neck. "Now I can do what I've been wanting to do since you killed my best friend, Christopher. Don't worry, this'll only hurt A LOT."

        The landlady laughed. "Do you really think you're going to kill me?" She pushed him off of her, and punched him in the stomach. 

        Gregory fell to the floor, holding his stomach in pain. She kicked him again and again, each blow worse than the previous. "You could've just stayed away. But no, you had to come back for more. How stupid you are, Mr. Perkins. You must not care for your freedom." She took the glass shard out of his hand.

        Gregory was quick to react. He kicked her off of her feet, and stood up, running into the living room. She chased after him.

        "Don't underestimate my strength, Mr. Perkins. I'm a lot stronger than you think."

        "My name is Gregory Temple," he said through gritted teeth.

        She came closer and closer, glass in hand. "You're going to look so beautiful when I'm finished stuffing you."

        "That's only if you kill me."

        "What a distinct possibility."

        She charged for him, but he dodged her, sending her flying towards the wall.

        Gregory sprinted into the kitchen, searching for a knife of some sort.

        The landlady stood up, touching the back of her head, her fingers bloody. "Good luck finding a knife. I've got you right where I want you."

        Gregory realized how stupid he was to go into the kitchen. He was cornered. She stood in front of him, next to the dining room table. 

        "Here. Let's reenact when you were trying to escape. I'll be you, you'll be the window." She smirked as she quickly grabbed a chair from the table. She picked it up and swung it at Gregory's head. He ducked, and picked up a candle from the counter. He chucked it at her stomach, but it barely missed her.

        "Nice try," the landlady said, chuckling. "Tell me if this hurts." 

        She swung the chair at his head again, and it hit his cut-up face, slamming his head against the cupboards. He fell to the ground, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

        Suddenly, she heard sirens.

        The police must have found Billy's body outside. As policemen trudged into the house, they observed the crime scene. 

        They searched the house, but the murderer was nowhere to be found.