A visit from the warden

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Inside his apartment Y/n walks over to the window and stares blankly outside at the rain.

Y/n (Thought's): I hate rainy days, they always remind me of how colorless my life is.

Y/n rest's his head on his arms as he thought about his next move.

Y/n (Thought's): now that the police are investigating, the warden probably already knows about the old woman's death.

Y/n hears the sudden click on a handgun and sighs.

Y/n: speak of the devil.

Warden: hands where I can see them.

Y/n raised both his arms and slowly turns around to face the warden.

Warden: How did you get out?!

Y/n: I don't know what you're talking about dear warden I've been here the entire time.

Warden: Bullshit! I know you're responsible for this.

Y/n: What if I am what are you going to do kill me?

Warden: I was content on making you suffer for killing my wife by holding you captive but now I think it's time for me to end this.

The warden aims his gun at him. Y/n looks on amuse rather than scared.

Y/n (Thought's): for people like him it may take a long time for him to steel himself for the kill but luckily I don't have that problem.

He then runs at the warden who immediately shot him in the leg. Y/n let's out a groan as he tackled the warden to the ground knocking the gun from his hand. Pulling out the needle that contained the synthesized liquid Y/n injects the warden in the neck. The reaction was immediate the one began seizing and foaming at the mouth his body spazzed for a few seconds until he just stopped moving.

Y/n (Thought's): Clean and efficient I wish most of my kills were like this but beggars can't be choosers.

Y/n grabs both of the wardens legs and drags him into the bathroom. Lifting him up Y/n tosses the warden's body into the bathtub.

Y/n: now for the messy part

He Instinctively reached to the side for his saw but immediately remembers that the warden had stripped in of all sharp objects.

Y/n: just my luck and I don't even have the ingredients to make acid things cannot get any worse.

As if on que he heard a knock at the door followed by the voice of Andrea.

Andrea: Y/n are you ok? I heard a gunshot.

Y/n: yep things can still get worse.

Y/n hastily leaves the bathroom closing it behind him as he limps over to the door and answers it.

Andrea: Sorry for dropping by like that I just wanted to make sure you're okay.

Y/n: Thanks I appreciate that

Y/n Thought's): that's really thoughtful of her but she couldn't have picked a worst time to drop by.

Andrea looks down at his leg and notices the bullet wound.

Andrea: Oh my god your bleeding you've been shot!

Y/n: really I never noticed.

Andrea: How did this happen?

She spot the gun lying on the ground behind him.

Y/n (Thought's): I need to come up with something quick.

Y/n nervously scratched the back of his head.

Y/n: the truth is I was playing around with a gun I found and accidentally shot myself.

Andrea: I'll get the first aid kit from your bathroom.

Y/n: I'm out of first aid supplies

Andrea: Then we'll go back to my place. Here lean on me.

She offered him her shoulder but Y/n declined.

Y/n: I'll be fine don't worry.

The two returned to the sister's apartment Andrea open the door. They enter the living room where they found Ashley standing over the body of a dead cultist who had multiple stab wounds all over his body.

Y/n (Thought's): this is definitely a surprise

Chapter end



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