Two things happened that hindered me from killing Vincent; like a chain reaction, one after the other. I should've known that this plan was too easy. Of course unintentional prevention methods would be in place. There was always a flaw in a near flawless system of plans.
Vincent's hands wrapped around the wooden handle of the axe, his upper strength allowing him to halt the axes rampage in the air. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes holding pain, and his muscles bulging. He was grunting as I continued to push down on the axe, still attempting to do what I intended to do.
Cut off his head. It was the only way I'd be able to leave this room alive. If I stepped outside, alone, I was dead meat. If I left Vincent alive, I was as good as any other i***t who didn't kill the villai
