Jamie remained calm, greeting them, "How may I be of assistance to the sheriff?"
Sheriff - " Don't call me sheriff. You see, I'm off duty at the moment. I'm more of a private contractor - Ha-ha!- He laughed. "...and these are my little employees."
One of his deputies joked - "Keep calling us little employees and we just might unionize to seek better benefits."
Ha-Ha! - They all laughed while looking at the bare-chested Jamie fiendishly.
Sheriff - "You see me and the boys, we like to keep it loose while on our endeavors. It makes the process more enjoyable. You know how boring this town can be." He took another drink of booze before continuing.
"Now being the Saint my dear brother is, he offered you one last chance. But me and the boys drove all this way for a party, We can't let you spoil that by catching fright and whatnot, changing that mind of yours. Can we?"
"Hell No..!" They yelled.
Burt then yelled angrily, "I get the kid! I'll gut him for what he tried."
Sheriff - "Shut up! The kid is fair game. Cost me a hundred bucks with that missed penalty. Now Sinc…"
Plop! - The Sheriff stopped mid-speech when one of his deputies suddenly collapsed hitting the black asphalt. They all were startled but started to laugh.
Ha-Ha!- "Damn bastard can't handle his liquor!" Jeered the other deputy as he stooped down.
"Jake! Jake! Man get the fuck up, you're embarrassing us," He persisted to shake him but there was no response. Until his attention was focused on the man's skull where a sticky goo-like substance lingered.
"What the fuck!" He jumped when he realized he could look right through Jake's skull to see the asphalt. His brain was pierced right through. The deputy's knee wobbled as he heard bodies falling around him.
Plop! Plop! Plop…
They sounded. He was so frightened he dared not look. It wasn't what he heard that frightened him, but what he didn't, there was only silence. When he finally got the courage to look, what he saw was like something out of his nightmares, there were headless bodies all around him.
He then heard footsteps and trembled daring not to turn around. When the footsteps stopped, he felt a presence behind him. He then heard the most haunting voice, "It's Paul, right?" When he opened his eyes, his feet were still wobbling but there was Jamie simply smiling.
"Ye...yes Sir!" He shivered while saying.
Jamie - "You have two kids, right?"
Paul awash with sweat - "Yes sir I do, a five-year-old girl and a newborn son."
Jamie - "Nice, congrats. I'm guessing you have good insurance as well huh?"
With Jamie's question, Paul didn't know what to respond. How could someone be so frightening while simply smiling and being pleasant?
Jamie - "I'm trying my hardest to give you an out Paul, don't tell me I'm wasting my time."
Shaun - "No Sir, you're not! I have AAT, Sir."
Jamie - "Nice, I've heard good things about their coverage. Final question. Think long and hard before replying. What happened tonight, Paul?"
Paul looked at Jamie and the pistol immediately fell from his grasp as an indication of submission, "Nothing happened. I had some bad pasta and was on the can all night. Then I took some meds that must have knocked me out cold. since I slept right afterward".
"Good night, Paul," Jamie simply walked off in the opposite direction with Spek on his shoulders. Leaving Paul so scared he peed until blood covered his trousers. He saw the bodies and knew he had to dispose of them and the vehicles. There must not be any evidence of what unfolded on this night. Who knows what that man would do if even a hint of this secret was leaked. He knew about his kids, wife, and family. The horror…!
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Situated in the heart of Frankfield. Was a huge white mansion that was the envy of all within the town. It was 2:00 am and the lights were off, all except one. The mayor who was quite comfortable in his bed saw the bright light from under his door and instantly thought it was Nick.
He moved the sheet covering and decided to tell him to turn off the damn light so he could get some rest. He ventured out of the room and was shocked to find that Nick was fast asleep so the light being on was not his doing.
"That's odd," He thought. He looked down the stairs to realize it was the kitchen light that was on. Immediately he decided to investigate. He decided to grab his shotgun fearing it were thieves ransacking the house. The house had an open space concept; he first saw feet rested against the table. Seeing the shoes, he knew instantly who it was. It was his younger brother.
"Bastard, I nearly killed you. Is it done?" he questioned entering the kitchen. But, upon entering, while it was Veron's shoes, he wasn't the one wearing them. To his shock, it was Jamie who had helped himself to the wine cellar.
Clunk! Clunk! - He didn't hesitate to point the shotgun at Jamie's head, "Where is Veron?!"
Plop!- A severed head was thrown on the table which caused the Mayor to jump in fright. When he saw the face, it was Veron with his mouth still aghast as though in the midst of saying something.
"Your brother was a real talker, he didn't even see it coming as he yapped away. Perhaps a fitting end," Jamie casually spoke while the Mayor puked all over the floor. It was a horrific scene, and he was filled with so many contrasting emotions. Sadness, anger but perhaps the most prominent was fear.
He once more aimed the shotgun but saw the small hummingbird disappear. Before he knew it the shotgun shattered in his hands while Jamie drank straight from the wine bottle.
"Who are you?" He questioned out of fright as he saw Spek once more dart onto Jamie's shoulder.
"Me? I'm simply an observer who fiddles through the chaos. Now tell me, how was your reading," Jamie muttered with his trademark smile.