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The lie Detector

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Canada's pov

I put down the phone as soon as the phone called ended, France always had a habit of calling at the wrong time. I looked over to the guy tied and gagged to a chair, his whole face was swollen and cover with bruise and cuts, Manitoba and Saskatchewan really did a number on this guy. "Well, let's get this over with" I say and grabbed my axe.

I dragged my finger across the blade, I could see the fearful look in his eyes even though their were completely swollen. "Why are you scare?" I asked sarcastically, I chuckled as he started to looked more fearful. "Don't worry, i'll make sure this is quick" I say as  push the chair down.

I tighten my grip on the axe and lifted it over my head, I swung it down as hard as I can and deliver a powerful blow on his neck. Blood splatter my pants as his head rolled across the room, "dangit, I really like these pants" I whispered. I walked over the body and retrieved the head, I stuffed the head in a duffle bag and swung it over my shoulder. I should really get going now.

Carrying the duffle bag and axe, I left the room. I closed the door behind me and entered the main part of the warehouse. "Hey someone make sure to disposed of that body!" I commanded. My province looked up from what they were doing, The territories  got and went to the room that had the body with some black bags, bleach, gloves and salt.

I dropped the duffle bag on Ontario desk, " At 16:30 sharp, you are going to bring this bag to the graveyard at 334 hallmark avenue, you will find a grave with the countryname  'the Roman Empire'  drop the bag at the grave then leave and come back here, remember to bring a weapon" I explained to him and he nodded.

I walked over to this large trashcan fire that was in the middle of the warehouse, I took off the bloody gloves I was wearing and threw them into the fire. I grabbed a dirty rag from off of the ground and used it to wipe the blood off my axe and my black timberlands then threw the rag into the fire. 

"I heading out, don't do anything stupid, don't kill each other and remember don't fuck it up" I announced as I grabbed my motorcycle helmet and leather jacket, putting it on. I lifted open the warehouse door and hopped on my red and white electric motorcycle shadow r3. I putted in my key and drove off. 

I knew that I should probably head straight to the department but I wasn't really in a rush. I turned into a timmies parking lot, I parked my motorcycle and placed the key in my Jacket. I was going to go in but then I remember all the blood that was splattered on my pants.

I quickly moved from the front of the window, I squished myself in between a blue bin and green bin.  I examine my pants, the blood reached a bit past my knees. I pulled out my pocket knife and started tearing and ripping my pants, turning it into shorts. I threw away the rest of the pants and got up.

I went into the tims and wow there was a long ass line, I groaned and took my place. 

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After about a two hour wait I finally gotten my order, I have gotten a large double double with a maple dip doughnut and two breakfast wraps. I drove to the stupid police department my mom was at, why did she even call me here?

I park and switched my motorcycle helmet with my coonskin hat. I was walking over to the door but I felt some crash into me. I stumble back and look down, "Oh! Sor-" I was saying but got interrupted. "Watch where you're going, tall ass!!" He screamed even though he crashed into me!.

I looked down on him and rolled my eyes, Seriously "Tall Ass" was the best he can do, it's totally not as if that was the first time someone called me that, note the sarcasm. "Well, I'm sorry that you're so small that compared to me you're just an ant waiting to be squished by my boot" I replied and just kept walking.