THE MURDER: WORCESTER STREET

Chapter 1: The Dissapearance

It's 7:30am, Harold Cline has just opened his eyes and breathed his first breath of the morning as he rubs his eyes and does his normal morning stretch. Of course, trying not to wake up his wife, Brenda Cline. He stumbles down the stairs of his detached house to go to the kitchen and make his first brew of the day. He also grabs the pancake mix out of the top cupboard, his mixing bowl out of the cabinet and the dusting sugar out of the cabinet aswell. He starts mixing his first meal of the day when he hears a knock at the door. "The postman already?" He says to himself, dragging his stiff bones towards the sound of the constant knocking. "I'm coming you can stop knocking know" he says slurring his words due to the sheer and utter tiredness he is suffering. He opens the door and receives the biggest bloodcurdling surprise he has ever witnessed. A man. A man in black. A man in black with blonde hair. A man in black with blonde hair who only speaks Latin? "We don't buy from salesmen." he spoke his words of what he thought was the wise option whereas the man just took that as a tsunami of offending language. "Quomodo audes" the man murmurs. Harold raises his eyebrows trying to understand the language he has just heard. However before he could think he was pinned against his fridge, "Morieris homo putidus!" He passes on those words through a heart stopping whisper. The confused Englishman reaches to grab this psychopathic male's neck but his hand is threatened by a sharp blade and before he could blink it was against his neck. His neck was pressed between the floor and this 4.2 inch medical blade. Harold held his breath and lifted his knee as fast as it was taken out from beneath him to connect with the Latina male's stomach. The aggressor was now the defendant as he had been truly outclassed and now has lost his blade, his position and if he doesn't act quick enough, his life. However he did act quick enough as he tipped a chair so ferociously over the brittle back of Harold to successfully knock him out making him vulnerable to the attacks of this grotesque being. However by this time the clock had struck 8am and Brenda wakes up. Acting faster and more furious than the movie itself this man drags Harold into the outside world with his arm over Harold's shoulder to make it look less suspicious. There was a female with skulls tattooed all over hips waiting to drive the getaway vehicle to their warehouse to dispose of the body. "Habebatis eum Luca?"
"Ita sane Ciara"
The man as we now know as Luca launches his victim into the backseat and the volksbarrow speeds over the hills south of Worcester Street.