FIGAs

Cleeven

There we are, walking through Liberty Square, and i see Victors diverted his attention elsewhere, so i do as well, i look where he's looking of course. I see, no joke, 3 men, all wearing black shirts and jeans come up to us, with blank expressions on their faces, the one in the middle (They were in a line formation) shouts "VICTOR! BROZNYA!" i look down to see Victors legs are now trembling...ohh shit!, the one on the left (with a god-awful buzzcut) puts me in a headlock, whilst the one on the right (With a blonde bedhead) grabs victor by the back of the neck, and BOSH punches him in the back, making him let out an "Agh!". But then it went from 2 to 1000. Really, really quickly.

The one in the middle was well, standing in between everything, then, he reached into his jeans and produces a hatchet, I'm going to heaven, Victor, seeing that Middle-Man is raising his hatchet, shouts "I LOVE YOU ALBIN!" and then a tear rolls down my cheek as i say, "I...love you Victor" As the headlock tightens, the hatchet comes down and the blade slams into Victors stomach, and he throws up a bit of blood on the floor, Middle-Man moves it around a bit and pulls it out, then signals for him to be released, Victor stumbles to the ground. However, Middle-Man picks him up, and lodges the axe into the top of his head, pulls it out, and throws him to the ground.

"Let him go, the case we built will take care of him."

And, just like that, i'm thrown to the ground, Bawling, i crawl over to Victors body, still out of breath from how tight that headlock was, and hold his body, a blank expression on his face.

"Victor...Victor...Why would they do this Victor..."

I hear sirens in the distance and about 5 police cars and an ambulance arrive, Huh, wait, what? The three men are standing there, hatchet, bloodied, on the floor, whats happening. The police officers come over, and say "Get off the body!" I stand up and say "Officer, they...they-" He interrupts me, by smacking me in the knee with a baton, "Aghhh!" I cry out, i hold out my arms, and my hands are most certainly, Cuffed.

The three men are arrested last, a lot more gentler than me. Whats going on? Why...What...Who...When? Why am i being arrested?

Victors dead, and i had to watch him die...