“Dogs fucking bollocks!” Albert sighed aloud.
Blood sprayed from the side of the cut as well. On the right side of Tony’s neck there is now a severed artery. Blood from that artery continues on as it always has but now is met by the shiny steel of Albert’s axe. From there the physics of this world determines that the blood must fly towards the doorway where Walter would stand. Walter took a few steps back.
“Jesus, Albert, be careful man.” Walter whined.
The head rolled a little to the center of the bed and began to soak in the rising pool of blood coming from Tony’s open neck. Albert leaned the bloody axe blade-down against the side of the dresser and pulled a small white plastic bag out of the case to put Tony’s head inside of.
“Didn’t he put up a fight at all?” Walter asks.
“Nothing the butt of a gun can’t handle.” Albert lied while letting the head fall into the case with a sickening thud.
“No need to rush Albert. Just got off the phone with Casper. Seems Mel has some urgent business outside of town tonight. He won’t be expecting anything now until early afternoon tomorrow. Plenty of time to get your shirt and coat to the cleaner’s.”
Casper, Wolf, Raptor and Jawbreaker… are cold hearted killers or power rangers? Albert thought.
This news didn’t matter to Albert. Mel was always out of town on the nights his enemies would ‘disappear.’ It was Mel’s favorite alibi, a plane ticket. Albert stopped in front of the dresser at this, like a man deep in thought. He looked down at his shirt the stream of blood caught his shirt collar, the inside of his coat and neck. Albert grabbed a cloth out of the bag and whipped Tony’s battery juice off his Adam’s apple.
“You want to finish the girl, Walter?” Please say ‘no.’
Walter let out a high-pitched little chuckle at this question. He looked around and then asked, “What little girl?”
Albert walked over to the bed where Tony’s headless body lay. He threw the sheets on the right side of the bed over Tony’s body. Then Albert grasped the sheets on the left side of the bed and as Tony became completely covered, the girl was shown now completely naked.
“Nice!” Walter stated with an approving nod, “but a little old for me.”
The blood from Tony’s neck had created an almost perfect circle of red in the middle of the white bed sheet that covered him. It looked like a large Japanese flag with a naked blonde girl on the left side. Her left hip smeared a little from the blood.
Albert picked up Tony’s wrapped-in-white body and carried the mummy into the bathroom. He then let the body drop into the bathtub.
DONG
The impact of Tony’s body colliding into the ceramic tub echoed like the bells of St. Mary’s. Albert returned to the adjoining bedroom. Albert was only gone from the room for a second. When he returned he found Walter sitting crossed-legged in front of the dresser facing the bed and tossing the white plastic bag, that has Tony’s head concealed inside, playfully in the air like it was volleyball. The first thought that occured to Albert is for Andy. If Walter just hunched forward a little he’d see the top of Andy’s little brown-haired head complete with two tiny un-severed hands over two tiny ears. It is at this moment that something changes in Albert.
Tony is our last victim, aw-right? Albert told himself.
There he stood in the doorway to the bedroom, Albert knew that one more person in this room was going to die, and it is not going to be little Andy.
Albert grabbed the axe from the side of the dresser and walked to the left side of the bed. “Sure, you don’t want to do her, Walter?” he asked.
“I’m sure. Knock yourself out Al.” Walter replied letting the head shaped plastic bag fall into his open hands before tossing it up again. Albert raised the axe behind his head and gripped close to the blade with his right hand. Blood from the axe-head and Albert’s plastic gloves blended.
“How come she’s already dead?” Walter asked. Albert was wondering how come he hadn’t noticed earlier.
“Tony loaded her up with sleeping pills. Quite the gent isn’t he?” Albert responds while letting the axe to his side. The lie was as simple as Tony’s intentions.
“So…she’s dead?” Walter asked.
Albert hoped Andy couldn’t hear him. For a moment he considered simply nodding at Walter, but Walter’s eyes were fixed on the head he’d been tossing up.
Yes.
Nothing happened as the news of the girl’s condition filled the room. Albert raised the axe into the air again. In one fast motion he brings the axe down towards her soft neck, until a familiar…
THUD
Albert stopped himself just a fraction of an inch from below her chin. He turned his head towards Walter and was instantly horrified. Walter missed catching the head. As though in slow motion, the head rolled towards the bottom of the bed. Both men stay to their positions until the head hit something underneath the bed and stopped. Albert knew what the head had run into, Walter didn’t. And if Walter found out…
* * * * *
For several long and quiet moments, ever since Albert had spoken to him and shoved him under the bed, Andy, who had never considered what it would mean to die, had been lying under Tony’s bed face down, eyes-shut and ears covered. Not until the bass drum-like sounds of movement stopped, would Andy even consider moving. It was quite boring, but the sounds didn’t stop, so still is how Andy stayed as though part of the ultimate hide and seek game. The stakes couldn’t be higher. Suddenly he sensed something hard hit the ground, something rolled into the top of Andy’s head and stopped. To Andy it felt like a bowling ball.
Ouch! What was that?
A child’s curiousity took hold of Andy and he raised his head slowly to see what hit him. The iris’ of Andy’s baby green eyes shrunk in terrified focus at the sight of a nose, mouth, chin and a large circular red stump of a man’s neck just visible through the foggy white plastic. Andy’s hands instantly move to muffle his instinct to shriek. Beyond the bag Andy could see nothing. He doesn’t want to put his head back down and have the top of his head rubbing the plastic sealed chin. All Andy could do was keep his mouth covered, close his eyes and pray.
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