Warning: There is a bit of gore in this chapter.
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Leo's POV:
Leo was buckling his pants as he exited the apartment, his bomber jacket hanging over his bare shoulder, and by his teeth he was holding his tank top.
He was good at multitasking.
It didn't take long before he was done with that, he slid his tank top on and wrapped himself with his jacket, leaving it unzipped. He tied his shoes and all, ready to go.
Leo took the baseball bat, which had metallic nails sticking out of it, from his secret hiding spot. It was inside a small hole in the wall, but what made it so secret was that no one would ever look in there. As he roamed the streets, people avoided him and his bat. Leo seemed like a guy you wouldn't want to get yourself involved with.
Leo walked as far until he recognize the place in where he and Jamie met. Assuming her boss was here, he entered it, and the smell of liquor and sex filled his lungs. It made him feel disgusted.
His presence brought everything to a pause. Everyone, even the women, were looking at him. But Leo didn't care. He looked around, door by door he checked for a sign, something...then he found it.
'Manager' it read, though it was barely visible and the sign was rusty, he could definitely spot it. Leo approached it, and opened it, knocking on the door as he did. "Busy?"
Mikey's POV:
It was another day of sitting in my office counting my money. That Jamie girl's popularity here sure helps by making customers return. I stopped my counting and wiped some sweat from my forehead with a napkin and popped a few Skittles in my mouth, savoring their sweet taste and continued, when I hear a sound from outside my door.
Suddenly, a man around the age of 20 bursts through the door with a bat in hand and he strides towards my desk, readying his bat with a smirk plastered on his face. "What are you-?" I start saying, but i stop when I feel a sharp pain in my head, and suddenly it all went black.
Leo's POV:
"How dare this piece of scum take Jamie away from me??? I keep on hitting him with the bat, the spikes puncturing his idiotic head making blood pour out. I laugh seeing him so vulnerable, his eyes now rolling to the back of his head and his head open, his blood and brain staining the old desk and my clothes. His face barely recognizable now.
Once I'm satisfied, I throw the bat on the floor and take a small towel from inside my jacket pocket and clean myself. I can't let Jamie see me this way. Once I look a little more presentable, I tuck the towel back in my pocket and pick up my bat ready to leave, but notice a small bag of skittles on the desk. I move the fool's hand that was near the bag away from the desk, making it drop to his side and take the bag, and grab a handful and pop them in my mouth.
Hm, sweet.
I shoved the bag into one of the pockets of my jacket, swinging the bat over to my shoulder for it to rest there.
Third Person POV:
Leo ignored the blood dripping from his bat, the nails decorated with the red crimson liquid. He walked out of the room as if nothing happened, even closing the door behind him as he did. Thanks for the dim light, the blood wasn't necessarily noticeable.
