Kidnapping Fortune

Chapter 2: Revolver

"Father, what if they do not find her?"

"They better, they've been warned!" the father snarled.

He was a short, slightly plump man, owning a tiny moustache and completely bald head. His spectacles that were constantly slipping down his nose, possessed thick, round lenses.

As he paced up and down the hall like room, his footsteps echoed eerily, bouncing of the bare walls.

An antique wooden table stood in front of them, holding a half full plate of biscuits, and an empty patterned china mug which had previously contained mint tea, the remainder of the tea leaves having dissolved at the bottom.

The room was fairly dark; the only source of lighting being a low, dim chandelier hanging from the centre of the room.

The son, very unlike his father had inherited his mother's features. He was well built and muscular, with broad shoulders, and was slightly tall for seventeen.

His turquoise-blue eyes were stunningly bright and his blonde hair had not the slightest hint of neatness. (see picture) >

As the father and son gazed around the room in silence, the flat screen Samsung blurred in the background.

"Father?"

"Hmm," was the only reply from his father who was lost in his thoughts.

"Father, what exactly is your plan? I mean you've recently been sending some of your men out with weapons, so-" he hesitated."-what exactly are they doing?"

"This isn't the time, Alex."

"Well, father, I do think the least you could do is to inform me as to what-" but Alex did not get to continue as his father suddenly cried, "Shh, listen to this!"

Alex looked up at the TV screen which his father was now gazing at, his small brown eyes transfixed in concentration.

"Two men, armed with revolvers have been caught outside the 'Bank of Sydney' at two o'clock yesterday afternoon," the news reporter was saying.

"A half hour before they were caught, a 35 year old by the name of Tom Roberts was found dead, his body hidden amongst a clump of bushes a quarter of a mile away from where the men stood. Witnesses have given statements informing us that the men had been standing there since eleven thirty that morning, and family of Tom have said that he left the house at twelve. His body was found at a quarter to one. According to police evidence, Tom had been shot by a strong powered bullet, which were the same as the bullets loaded in one of the two men's revolvers. The men have been arrested for having weapons in public, though are going to be taken into questioning in two days time. Police are concerned as this unfortunate event has led to suspicions that there is some link with 'The missing girl of Australia' as one of the men had been involved in previous happenings."

 There was a shriek as a fat fist met the table with a great thud, causing the contents to go flying and landing on the marble floor with a crash.

"Father, what's going on?" Alex questioned in confusion."Those were your men were they not? What were they doing there anyway?"

"Alex, just shut up!"

They both jumped as there was a loud though slightly shaky knock at the door.

"Come in!" Alex' father boomed, still red with anger and frustration.

A tall, lanky man walked through the double oak doors, having to bend a little. His beard was a tangled mess, as if he hadn't shaved in weeks.

As he walked towards Alex and his father, legs shaking, about to give way, he had worry written all over his face.

"Edmund, what news do you bring me? Something good I hope?" Alex' father asked in his demanding tone.

"N-no Sir, M-Mr Harding," Edmund stammered in reply."The girl has escaped. D-disappeared."

"No!" Mr Harding gave a penetrating shriek."I told you, if you failed one more time..." his voice trailed off as he struggled to control his anger.

"P-please Sir," Edmund croaked as he fell to his knees in front of his master, tears streaming down his long tanned face.

"I warned you, I gave you many a chance," Mr Harding tried to steady his voice, his nostrils flaring.

"Have mercy on me Sir, please!" the crying heap on the floor begged.

"Enough! Alex, hold him still and let's get this over and done with," Mr Harding roared as he carefully extracted a small black revolver from his belt.

Alex, who had been silently watching the scene take place, hastened to obey his father's instruction. He held Edmund's struggling arms behind his back with much effort.

As Edmund continued sobbing for mercy, Alex turned his face away, ashamed of what his father was about to do.

Mr Harding held the revolver's end against Edmund's chest, and grinning maliciously to himself, he pulled the trigger...

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