Author's Note: This chapter is gruesome. If you like it, write a comment telling me you like it this way. If not, leave a comment about what you don't like. Thanks, EricThePenguin.
Will had just sat down on his couch when there was a knock on the door. Oh no, it's the creepy people who want everyone I see dead. Will started slowly, carefully walking towards the door. He grabbed the hunting knife and held it, poised to kill. Something, anything. As he moved towards the door, there was another knock, this one harder. He opened the door. There were the three men, all in suits. This time, they asked to come in.
"We need you to kill-" the man on the left was interrupted mid sentence by a shout from Will.
"NO, I am not going to kill anyone else for you. I don't know who you are, where you're from or what you want." Will was practically spitting. The man replied in an equally angry voice.
"Just listen. We will tell you what you want to know later on. When it is time, but first you must listen."
"I am not listening to you anymore. You will leave now. Goodbye." Will spat the last word. Unexpectedly, the two men on the left charged him. Will had still hidden the knife behind his back. He ducked as the first man jumped onto him. Will leapt up and drove the knife into the man's neck. He ripped the knife out and whirled around to see the second suited attacker was back with the first, both held their guns level with his chest. In a split second, Will threw the knife. Then, all hell broke loose. He saw the surprised look in the men's faces as the knife flew at them. It all happened in slow motion. The man on the right started firing his gun. The man on the left tried blocking with his arms but the knife was fast. It came at him fast enough to decapitate him. The body fell forward as the head rolled backward like a bowling ball. There was blood everywhere. The man on the right was still firing, glass was everywhere and there were bullet holes in the walls. Will felt something slam into his right shoulder. He sprang up on to the man. Will punched him in the nose and felt bones breaking and blood flying. The man in the suit fell back against the weight of Will on his chest. He kept sending blow after blow onto the man's head. The suited man was quickly knocked unconscious. Will jumped up and stomped as hard as he could right on the man's throat. He felt the soft flesh squish and then felt the neck bone underneath. He heard a cracking and lifted his foot. It was all over in a matter of minutes. Will lifted his hand to feel the bullet hole in his shoulder. It had gone straight through. Well, now I'm screwed. He thought. Will surveyed the mess. On his right there was a man with a broken neck. Behind him, there was another man with a knife hole in his his neck. To his left, there was a body with no head. The head was three feet away, with the knife next to it. It was something straight out of a horror book. Will couldn't do anything but clean up. It would be a painstaking process.
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Murderer of Rock Hill
Mistério / SuspenseThis book is about a contract killer who likes his job and doesn't want to quit, but when the tides change, he is left with few choices. Warning! Some parts could be violent. The cover was created by @graceisgone
