Tom Holland Imagines

Art gallery murder

WARNING GRAPHIC CONTENT ALSO LOTS OF TYPOS I GOT LAZY 

one paragraph is the current moment the next will be a memory of the day 

The corridors, they felt never ending. The blood stained my hands, no matter what i wiped them on the blood stained my hands. I attempted to wiped the blood from my face but that caused more mess. I turned right. I heard shouting from behind me. "RUN!" It was the last thing said to me before it happened. I slipped into the bathroom running into a stall. I tried not to look but I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. covered head to toe in blood. As I breathed heavy all I could think was I killed him.

School have decided it was a good idea to go to an art gallery to give us " a new appreciation for the new generation of artists." In reality it was an excise for out English teacher to see that tour guid he thinks he has a shot with. The gallery is owned by one of the richest men in the US. We put our bags into a small room you had to crawl through vents to get to. The gallery was next to a golf coarse so loads of gold clubs were left lying around the tiny room, most golfers cam in after to the cafe. Despite have visited this gallery over 40 times this time was different. The owner himself was going to be there. That would explain all the divorced mums and wanna be supermodels standing around in the tightest clothing and bleached blonde hair. I felt out of place in my white top and red jeans.

The footsteps. i could hear them.echoing, getting loader, getting Closer. I tried to cover my mouth so my breathing wouldn't be heard as easy but the taste of blood was making me sick. It was all over my face, hands,body. The door slammed open with footsteps running in. I could see them checking under stalls throwing random doors open. Bang. one door slammed. Bang. The second door slammed. this continues until the door next to me slammed. I closed my eyes preparing for what was to come next. The voices became quite and so did the footsteps.

I made my way along to the sculpture part of the gallery as it was the only partI hadn't seen. As I made my way along I was getting a bunch of weird looks from the house wife of who the hell knows or cares. I just wanted to leave but I had to stay here until 3 so I could get an A for participation in this stupid class. As I was pretending to admire a sculpture that look like a pile of car types stuffed together I was tapped on the shoulder by some random man who I had never seen around before. "I don't know whats more beautiful, the sculpture or the girl infront of it." I turn wish an unimpressed loom my face. I was in no mood for flirting I just wanted out of here, " names Harry." trying to ignore him obviously did not work. " so were your parents to interesting for Romeo or Spiderman." Speaking didn't help the matters. This made Harry want to talk even more. " well i may not be a Romea but I could always use a Juliet." rolling my eyes at his attempt of flirting I turn round " well sadly for you I'm no Juliete I'm aY/N." as he was about to open his mouth again i spoke quickly in hopes to shut him up. "And i certainly don't want to die for or fall in love with a guy like you."

I lowered my self off the toilet seat gently placing my feet on the floor. I open the cubicle a tiny bit; just enough so I could see outside. It was all clear. I run over to the tap running the water scrubbing my face. The hot water hitting my face. It scolded me but if it took the blood of i was willing to tear my skin off. The dark red blood stop out agains the pristine white sink. Every drop of blood was a reminder. A reminder of what I had done.

"a girl with an attitude i like you more and more; Y/N." his sarcastic tone made me want to hit him, with a sculpture. "yeah and i like being left alone so how about you leave me alone." i could see a smile growing in his face. The bigger the smirk grew the more i wanted to throw something at him. "Now Y/N," his tone of voice reminded me of my dad telling me off when i was younger and i hated it. "Thats no way to speak to the owner or this gallery and also the richest men in america ." most girls would stop and apologize and be a suck up. I am no most girls. "You could be the richest man in the word for all i care and i still would not want to talk to you." his expression said everything. Hatred was in his eyes. He was the boy who got everything he wanted and for the 1st time he didn't get what he wanted

I changed my clothes into some professional looking suit and put on a wig i found in the fashion gallery. I scrubbed and scrubbed but still the blood wouldn't come off me.It stained like the guid i felt.I opened the door checking to see if the corridor was clear. No one was around. I sneaked out using the card i had stole from one of the guid here. everyone works for him. Everyone is after me. Run is all i can do now. Run and never look back.

Harry walked off in a mood leaving me with a deadly glare. i walked round the gallery a bit more but i felt like people were watching me. I needed to get out of here. I began to speed walk to the bag room where they kept all the bags and golf clubs. I got into the human art section and it was completely empty or so i thought. I felt someone grab me from behind quick silencing me with there big hand over my mouth lifting me up pushing me and knowkicng me into things. After what seemed like a lot of fighting i got pushed into the room. the one with the clubs and bags. I wasn't alone

I walked looking professional going unnoticed by almost everyone. I felt sick. The image of his blood gushing out. The crack of his bones. The pain when he hit me. The pain when he threw me across the room. The pain when my head hit the wall. The feeling of being trapped and having to do the unspeakable.I tried using the key card i had previously obtained from the security guard but they must have found out. My card was being declined. I was trapped again. I was a rat in a cage. To them this is all a game

I stood up as fast as i could stabling myself only to be greeted by an older man and Harry. "My son always gets what he wants but for some reason you didn't give him what he wanted so i have a deal for you." i couldn't show i was scared had to get out. All humans have a survival instinct, i had to use mine to stay alive. "Im interested go on." i try keep a clam face but i just wanted out of there. "You kill me you go free." I knew this wasn't going to be easy. "and if i don't kill you." his smirk grew just as his sons did earlier. "you die, pretty simple." after those words were spoke the security guard who dragged me in here moved the table and chair out the way so it was juts me facing him. 3, this was about to happen i was about to kill a man or be killed. 2, i looked around the only way i was serving is if i get him with the gold club. 1, i need to hit him again and again and again or I'm dead. GO.

I looked round the corner. I can see a tour guid talking to someone, all i have to do is koch into her and take that card, i mean how hard can this be. i have seen it done millions of times in movie. As i walk i focus on keeping my breaking clam and not looking like I'm insane. I cant forget the image. The blood, so much of it. I couldn't tell who's blood was who's by the end. I had to keep my face covered up and get out of here to the nearest police station. I bashed into the guid and i got the card i actually got it

A shot of pain hit me as the old man head butted me in shoulder . I managed to elbow him in the eyes and got a few seconds to run to get a club. I got the biggest one, I don't do golf so i had no idea and i swung it. I keep swinging it trying to hit. I got a few good ones. I heard his nose crack and a scream of pain. The old guy hit the club out my hand kicking me hard into the wall. MY head hit it causing me to feel sick. CRACK. thats a few of my ribs cracked by some old guy with a golf club. As i spat out blood i could see the son screaming for it to stop and the security guard trying to stop him. I thought i was about to be a goner then suddenly Spiderma swings in giving me a second to get up and grab the club. he ran over to Harry trying to stop him but as he did adrenalin took over my body. I had to do it. I had to kill him

I kept walking. i could see the exit. The light at the end of the tunnel. I almost got to the end when i started to feel a burning sensation. My vision was going blurry. The pain was to much. I had to scream. I could keep this suit on. god it hurt. it hurt so much. As i saw my shoulder i noticed a bite. That son of a bitch had bit me. The old guy had bit and he's causing this to happen to me. As I'm about to collapse all i see is Harry running towards me screaming my name.

I kept swinging and swinging. The cracking of his skull, blood went everywhere. Mine and his mixing. I kept swinging. i count stop. All i hear is Harry shouting "Run Y/N RUN." and with that i ran. i had to get out of here before i get killed. I just killed a man. this man was Norman Osborne.