Deal with the devil. (SCÖMÍCHE)

Chapter fifteen

~ this is a short chapter sorry ~ 

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'Police are on the lookout for a Mitchell Grassi and a Scott Hoying, both male appear to be on a rampage throughout the city..police say that If seen please contact them immediately'

The reporter spoke as pictures of them were up on screen, as both of them sat there looking at the screen, Mitch's eyes were glued to the screen with his face emotionless.

"Let's find him" Mitch said as he got up from his seat grabbing his jacket, turning to Scott as he did the same, "even though he has been apart of my life for a while he know's too much" he said under his breath.

"It's ok should we go tonight?"

"Yes"

They both exited the motel room both getting into the car and driving back into their town,

"How do you know where he will be?" Scott asked as Mitch replied.

"He will be in his office I have known that man long enough"

"We have to get him out of the office there is too many cameras-"

"Nothing I can't handle" Mitch said as he smiled.

Turning up outside of the station, surprisingly there was no one outside of the place, before Mitch got out of the car Scott stopped him. "Be careful.. " he said as he leaned over and placed a firm kiss to his lips.

He got out of the car walking up to the doors, as he walked in through the door he threw his hand up to the closest camera watching it malfunction as he did this until he walked up to Officer Jones office.

Mitch walked into the office and sat down quietly in the chair while officer Jones had his back to the door, Mitch placed his feet up on to the desk and waited.

"Hello Jones" Mitch spoke as Jones jumped, in a shocked expression as he was speechless.

"Mitch-"

"I hear you're looking for me..well I'm here"

"Mitch you are not yourself-"

"You're right I'm not but I want to make a change Jones and that is tonight" he said standing from his seat. Jones quickly took a step back.

"Yes I know but please stop killing everyon-"

"STOP KILLING THE ONES WHO HURT ME...THROUGHOUT ALL MY YEARS AND YOU WANT ME TO STOP?! I'm not some punching bag" Mitch spat as his stare gave daggers to Jone's.

"And you know who was responsible for that, who was supposed to take care of me? But instead sent me to many youth centres made me worse instead of better"

"I did it to help you!" Jones built up the courage to speak back, as Mitch gave a sly smile.

"Help me? Please all it did was make me stronger and guess what Jonesy you're time is up"

Mitch walked around the desk as he held Jones in a choke hold, the man struggled as Mitch's nails was embedded into his neck. Dragging the man out of his office as Mitch threw him down the stairs as Jones hit the shatter proof glass door, he groaned as he fell to the floor.

Throwing Jones outside as his body stopped at Scott's feet, picking him up Scott held him over his shoulder, pulling him away from any unwanted sight.

They pulled him into the forest, tossing Jones on to the dirt floor, "so Jonesy you remember Scott right?...good" Mitch started circling him as Jones was frozen, curled into a ball.

"Tell me Jones have you ever had the kiss of death?" Mitch stopped grabbing him by the collar lifting him up off of the floor, his eyes now black, as the air got colder as Scott stepped forward holding a baseball bat.

"How are we gonna do this babe?" Scott said as he poked the end of the baseball bat at Jones stomach.

"Have you got the rope?"

"Yes"

"Say goodnight Jonesy" Mitch said as jones's sight went black, cold and lifeless.

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By the morning Jones body was found, he was gutted like a fish as well as many cuts that littered his body, he was still tied to the tree as a note was stuffed inside of his mouth that read,

'It's my turn to torture you'.