Pieces

Loud cries and screams are heard from The Collin Family Estate, a family slaughtered and turned into a message to anyone who dares to face Mr Jeffery Bronze.

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Weeks before the Collin family had been murdered, Mr Collin, a very classy gentlemen who enjoyed doing things with his family and also the head of the house had filed a complaint to the Community Council about a peculiar male individual who had moved in across the road from the Estate of the wealthy family. Mr Collin had described the male as a tall, skinny man with almost gray hair and a long, curly and
un-maintained beard, typically someone who you'd thunk had a beer in his hand all day, though his description hadn't matched his personality... Mr Collin found that the old man (Mr Bronze)was always grumpy and always seemed to be staring at the Estate when on his rocking chair, rocking back and forth, letting his thoughts take control. He always yelled at kids who walked on his side of the footpath and had never cleaned his garden, making the lovely neighborhood look not-so-lovely. Mrs Collin had told their three children, Katie, Jax and Liam to stay away from the old man whose name was revealed at the council when Mr Collin spoke to them, Mr Jeffery Bronze, a widower. No one knew what happened to his wife but word had it that he abused her and one day she committed suicide - although no one was certain.

After the Council approached Mr Bronze, he had gone and asked for Mr Collin at their Estate, he had threatened Mr Collin and his family. Mr Bronze told them to leave him alone 'or else they would be sorry'.

Ever since then, Mr Bronze had shown a stronger interest in the Collin family so much so that Mr Collin had noticed that Mr Bronze had always been around when the family was out, he felt as though his family was being stalked yet did nothing about it.

Mr Collin spent weeks trying to find out who Mr Bronze really was, he always felt like there was something strange about him. He found almost nothing on him except for a bunch of newspaper articles from his home town, Eden-vale, a small deserted town that burned to ashes due to rapid bush fires from his farm. Just before the fires, his wife had died because of suicide, there wasn't much about why she killed herself except the enticing head line, "Psycho's Wife Dead". Further down the article it stated that she was often found silent when in public and always kept her head down.

Mr bronzes' wife, Mary, was always around him even when he yelled at her, she simply always seemed to ignore the fact that she was his dummy and never actually his wife. One would probably describe her as a gullible, sad old woman who didn't want to be alone, even if abused.

When Mr Collin came across the little resources he had dug up from the bottom of the internet he decided he should take a further step to get what he wanted.

Mr Bronze however had found multiple things about the Collin family. Where they always went for holidays and what the family did in the community. He had found how much the family donated to different places every couple of months. Mr Bronze had enough information about the Collin family that he could plan every next move of theirs.

Several weeks later, Mr Collin decided to pay Mr Bronze a visit. He had gone to his house one subtle sunny Sunday afternoon and knocked on his door asking if he could have a chat with him and get to know him, little did Mr Collin know how convenient this was for Mr Bronzes' big plan... Gesturing to a seat, Mr Bronze who had found his most expensive bottle of fine whiskey asked Mr Collin if he'd like a whiskey on the rocks, seeming quite impressed with Mr Bronze and thanking him as a sign of acknowledgement and desire Mr Collin sat down on a low but comfortable couch. Accepting the drink from Mr Bronze he adjusted his position into an appropriate dominating posture. Looking at Mr Bronze with a questionable look, Mr Collin asked where Mr bronze was from and if he had any family. With a short response to the question and very little detail Mr Bronze kept no eye contact with Mr Collin however he kept a sharp eye on Mr Collins drink as little did Mr Collin know, his drink had been spiked with a lethal substance that interferes with the body's ability to use oxygen leading to extreme suffering and choking let alone the amount of pain one feels

-something Mr Bronze enjoyed seeing- the one and only Cyanide.

Slowly Mr Collin brings his glass to his nose smelling the sweet scent of the Southern Comfort whiskey, taking a sip Mr Collin started choking almost immediately, rolling onto the floor clutching his throat while gasping for air. Mr Bronze found a strong liking in Mr Collins suffering and a small delight in his pain. Softly Mr Bronze whispers in Mr Collins ear, "this should teach you people a lesson", and walks out the house leaving him to suffer in his last few gasps of air.

Across the house to the Estate Mr Bronze walks with a calm expression on his face and a relaxed posture, the type you have when you haven't murdered someone. Waiting for the guards to change their positions, Mr Bronze strikes both of them on the back of the head with a lead pipe he had in his basement. With blood streaming out their heads Mr Bronze jams the gate open and heads for the house where he'll find the wife and kids of the dead Mr Collin. Mrs Collin was in her painting room, hanging up some art works she had made, easy target thought Mr Bronze. Grabbing a knife from the kitchen around the corner from the painting room, Mr Bronze enters the room facing Mrs Collins back and drives the knife into her back covering her mouth to not set off any alerts. Thrusting the bloody knife in and out of her back enough times to have splattered blood all over the walls and the paintings hung on them, the carpet floors too were blood stained along with poor lifeless Mrs Collin. Discarding the knife and looking for a more interesting weapon for the kids he wonders to all three rooms and grabs the teenagers and puts them in the guest bathroom and tells them to keep quiet. Liam, the oldest tries to defend his sisters but comes second as Mr Bronze grabs him by the neck and snaps it with ease leaving him falling to the floor with a loud echoing THUD. Walking to girls screaming and crying about their adored brother he cut their throats open allowing their blood spray everywhere uncontrollably for a few seconds before they too fall lifelessly to the floor.

After collecting all five bodies of the family, Mr Bronze takes his time individually de-limbing the bodies and throwing them into bags. With the body guards however, Mr bronze drags them into the kitchen and manages to prop them onto the kitchen stools making them look as though in conversation despite their appearance.

By the time Mr Bronze had finished with his art pieces it had gotten dark so he headed to The Lock Bridge where he effortlessly threw the bags over the edge watching them rip open, letting their contents free, though still moving in the same direction, towards the beach side. All he has to do now is wait for his favourite part, the screams of little kids and random strangers. Heading home Mr Bronze cleared all his tracks and got rid of anything tied to him. He was now just the old man who lived across the road

Days after the incident, cops had spoken the neighbors and sad Mr Bronze who described how much he adored the Collin family despite the short time period they had known each other.

He expressed his deep gratitude for them and wished the detectives all the best for finding the murderer...