The Murder

Chapter 2

Oliver is on the main floor of the cottage. The kidnapper is walking around him over and over thinking of what to do. He kneels down infront of Oliver and says "we can do this the easy way or the hard. way, you choose" the kidnapper said calmly. This is gonna be easy. "Easy, please." Oliver said out of breath, you could hear the pain in his voice. It looked like Oliver was gonna cry. "Alright then, you better make it easy or it's gonna be the hard way."

He said while unwrapping Olivers hands and feet, he let's him stand up and when he does Oliver kicks him in the balls and starts to run, before he gets to a door he hears a gunshot. Oliver got shot in the upper thigh, it hit a vein.

He passes out of the floor from the amount of blood he lost in seconds. This isn't looking to good for Oliver right now. His on the floor with blood around him. The kidnapper goes to him and wraps his leg as he doesn't want him to die yet. He puts him back in the chair he was in previously. Oliver is still bleeding pretty bad. A hour goes by, Oliver wakes up in a lot of pain. "I told you if you want it easy you have to make it easy, come on up to your feet now." Oliver refused and stayed where he was not moving.

"Do you want me to say it again? UP NOW" Oliver stood up then collapsed to the ground from the amount of pain he was in. The masked person picked him up throwing him over his shoulder bringing him to the same van he was in before. Oliver let it happen knowing it could get worse. He was thrown in the back, the van soon started to move picking up speed fast. Oliver looked around in the back and saw a axe, gloves, and something in a black bag. He was getting killed.

Oliver was freaking out even more than before. There was no way out, the doors were taped shut, and there was a lot of it. There's no way he could get out. He was trapped again.

4 hours later

Oliver woke up in pain, then remembering where he was. This isn't good. The van stopped moving. The driver came out and told Oliver to get out, he did so not wanting to get hit when his been already shot bad. They got to a swamp. It was really dirty, it looked gross. The masked person took off the bandage from his wound. It stinged real bad, it was still bleeding. The person took the stuff Oliver saw in the back of the van earlier. He put on gloves and held the axe in his hand saying "Don't make this difficult" Oliver was backing up as he stepped closer and closer, he was on the edge of the but of land, the water was behind him now.

"I didn't anything wrong, why ME!?" Oliver said in panic. "Your a easy target" He said while grinning. He got closer and closer til he was inches away from Oliver. He couldn't move, he was frozen. Then it happened. The masked man hit him with the axe in his head killing him. He cleaned up the scene nicely, making almost impossible to find out that he did it.

It was done, the mission was done. Oliver was dead. The masked man was gonna get payed a large amount of money. The Queen of England would be happy. Oliver was a pest to her business she had running behind people's backs. He took a picture of Oliver with the axe his head. The murderer decided to leave it in cause he needed to prove that he was dead. He got all his things and left the scene. While he was driving he sent the picture. Then he realized.

He forgot the axe, He was supposed to bring with him, fuck. It's too late to go back. Never go back to the scene, never. He went back to his own flat which was in Manchester, for enough to never get caught. Smartass, or so he thought. People are everywhere.