I sat him on top of my bed, me sitting next to him.⌫
"What's my little present, again?"
"You'll see."
I walked to my closet and pulled out an axe.
Was I really about to kill a second person?
No, of course not.
"Hey Clock!" He looked at me, almost in fear.
"Think fast!" I said
while throwing the axe in his face.
His reflexes were surprisingly fast.
He jumped, but it couldn't save him.
The axe just landed right in his mouth.
I heard the shatter of his glass, immediately when it flew in his mouth. He must've broke his jaw.
Ouch.
He stood there, on the bed.
He looked paralyzed for a moment. He didn't react to anything.
I noticed the axe was bloodied, and blood was splattered all over his body.
"Clock, my man? You ok?" I giggled.
Soon, he spat the axe out, falling on the bed and choking on his own blood.
He was crying.
Hey, I don't care. He knew this would happen.
Shouldn't have come back.
Hm. That'll prevent him from telling anyone.
For now, I think.
I patted his back, until he finally stopped choking.
He looked me in the eye and just cried.
He sobbed, ugly.
Disgusting sobs.
I felt little emotion at that point, I just found his pain funny.
I don't know why.
It's quite odd.
"Now, Clock, what did you see in the garbage bin?" I smiled.
His eyes widened.
It's almost like you could hear him, right then, saying "I promise not to tell anyone."
