THE PROTECTED CRIMINALS

EPISODE 4

"Calm down, Richard, what do you mean who am I?" He inquired calmly, both hands raised in the air. "Can you tell me about your mission in Heartrow?" I inquired once more, the sword now pointing straight at his Adam's Apple. " Richard, I'm not sure what you're talking about. He inquired, his face confident but cautious. " So you're a serial killer?". "How do you go about murdering people?" I inquired once more as he spread his palms out in a perplexed manner. "I'm not a serial killer; I don't kill people unless they're bad men, and I only kill bad individuals when I'm on a job," he clarified. " Quit talking! "How did you end yourself in Heartrow?" I inquired once more.

"I merely went there to get a feel for the site, like a tour," he reiterated. " "Why are you asking me so many questions?" He inquired once more, his face tense. "Hey, remember, I'm the man with the sword here," I added as I drew the sword closer to his neck. "You know, without the sword, we can actually settle this calmly," he offered once more. I responded, "Just tell me why you chose to murder the people of Heartrow." " Trust me, I've never killed anyone from Heartrow; I was only there for five days and didn't kill anyone." What gives you the idea that I'm the murderer?" He inquired once more.

"Your sword has the same edge mark as the marks on the bodies of the killer's victims," I remarked, as he stared at me in disbelief. "Are you trying to tell me that Heartrow has a serial killer?" He inquired. "Don't act like you're not the one," I retorted. "I'm not going to act like I'm not the one because I'm not," he stated simply. "Why don't you take this sword away," he said as he pushed the sword away slightly.

"You have no right to accuse me of being a serial killer; you have nothing against me," he continued as he sat on the bed and I turned to face him. "See, I'm not the only one with a sword like this; the true killer is still out there in Heartrow, and you're accusing me," he stated again. "The only thing is that the killer is most likely from Fittest or a common individual manages to get their hands on the sword by chance, this sword was the training weapon for my sets, just like you guys are trained with knives now," he added again. "Then, because he is someone in your set, the killer should be someone you know."

He shook his head as I said. " You can't expect me to know each and every one of the 10,000 warriors." "He was true, I don't know all the fighters in my sets," he remarked. If the mark you're talking about is true, then someone from The Fittest is behind it, or someone not from The Fittest has gotten their hands on the weapon by chance," he added again. " Then let us inform Sir Christopher of the situation." I made a suggestion. "Sir Christopher won't listen without evidence," he said again as I lowered the blade; something inside me kept telling me it was him Joseph, but I couldn't find any evidence against him; perhaps I could conduct a background check. "Now back to business," he murmured, his Sword in his hand.

Kelvin, it's all right. What should I do first? Should I go with Dear Tonia? As I prepared to begin the letter, I inquired of Kelvin. "Isn't it possible to make it more romantic?" Kelvin inquired, a disgusted expression on his face. "All right, Dear Love?" I inquired once more. "No way, My precious baby, can't you go?" He inquired, and I responded with a nod. "My precious baby," I scribbled, then tore the paper up. "Tonia is a village girl, she's not used to all this baby stuff," I explained, as Kelvin laughed. As he walked to the small fridge to grab a cup of milk, he remarked, "Just write as you can." "What if she rips the letter to shreds when she sees it?" Kelvin enquired.

"Don't say such things here, she can't tear it," I said, unsure of myself. "But what if she does?" I wondered. "Then I'll kill her," I yelled, oblivious to the fact that I had spoken too loudly. "Who did you kill?" Kelvin had enquired. "I'm simply practicing one of the roles in a movie I saw a long time ago," I explained, as Kelvin nodded his head in sympathy. I began the body of the letter, making sure not to use strong phrases, despite Kelvin's encouragement. "I look forward to hearing from you soon," I wrote at the end of the letter. As I lay in bed, I whispered to no one, "I'll post this tomorrow."

"Goodnight, bro," I said to Kelvin, who was sleeping in his own bed, playing video games. He merely said, "Goodnight."

The room was pitch black, and when I opened my eyes while still lying in bed, I couldn't see a thing due to the darkness. When I heard footsteps in the room, I leapt to my feet quickly but quietly. I crawled up to the light switch and turned it on. I collapsed as I saw Kelvin lying dead in his own pool of blood, with the same sword mark on his waist, which is actually a zig zag mark formed by the sword's edge, which was Zig Zag.

" Kelvin," I muttered quietly as I approached his body. "You are next," a voice said from behind me, and I turned around to see Joseph, who was dressed in black and wielding a sword. I remembered the man in black I had seen the morning of my return to Downhill. "Are you sure it's you? " I demanded, enraged and terrified. "No time for familiarities," he said as he drew his sword closer to me. I quickly drew my small knife from my waistband to defend myself. "What can your knife do for you?" " He inquired, chuckling, as he swung the blade to my neck side, which I was able to avoid. I gave him a back leg kick, which pushed him backwards, and he came back towards me. I jumped up with the knife, ready to stab his chest, but he cut me across the waist with the sword right there in the air. I sank slowly to the floor. " Greet my forefathers for me," he whispered as he knelt near me and used the edge of the blade to s***h my abdomen. I swiftly tightened my leg around his neck, the sword fell to the ground, and we began rolling around on the floor. As he began to spit blood from his mouth, I tightened my grip on his neck with my legs.

He suddenly smiled with blood in his mouth and looked up at me, much to my amazement. "Wake up, boy," he muttered, and I felt a gentle slap across the cheek. Kelvin's voice said, "i***t, wake up." "Every night, you must act war firm in your dreams," he said as he slapped me again. I slowly and steadily opened my eyes, like a slow and steady bus.