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CAPTAIN FREAK 3: CHAPTER 2: SHIVERS

 


Andy was someone who had destroyed the lives of many. But there was someone who was waiting for good revenge. Tom, the terror in the eyes of a ten-year-old is never a simple one, either he can shiver with fear or shiver with anger. But for Tom, it was both, Fear and anger. Bob died in front of him, and he peeped through the death of his mother but witnessed the death of his sister. By just one person. That one person was his only goal for these thirteen years. All the murders done by him were never proven in the court so Tom decided to make himself the court and decide Andy's fate. 

"He must be free in a week. I must prepare for him to be dead. how old is he now?" asked Tom, "When he went inside he was 24 so now he would be 37, but why?" said Boris who was all this while taking care of our little Tom. "Not too old, and today I am 23 so it won't be so tough," said Tom, 

"Tom, we need to stop this now, I entered the party to help you to be chosen as an elect. Once you are through, no Andy would be spared, you can torture him the way you want. But till then be calm." said Boris, "I can do anything for you sir, but I can't stop for this man. In all these years I had just waited for this moment. Let him face me once and I..." said Tom when Boris interrupted, "If you don't stop, I will kill you!" said Boris, and both burst out in laughter. 

"Common have your food, and don't call me sir, I had iterated it numerous times," said Boris, "But I can't call you dad," said Tom and both stared at each other, "you are my whole family, you are bigger than them," said Tom. Boris was speechless when he expressed his emotions through his actions and kissed his son's forehead, a son he never had. 

The next morning while working out his muscular tattooed body, Tom was visited by his friend Henry. "Hanging from the rod again slick!" said Henry dropping a newspaper on a desk near Tom. "What's this?" Tom asked removing his hands from the rod. "The news never ends, your enemy is out! Andy is on loose." "Is...is this real?" asked Tom with doubt and shiver of happiness in him. "Yes it's true, the authority of the asylum has confirmed and a guard was found dead in the garden. Beware of his terror they had mentioned." said Henry, "He killed every person I had ever loved. My mum, dad, and my sister. I remember the cries I heard from my little sister when she was being killed by this motherfucker. I need to find him as soon as possible." said Tom in a hurry. "But what about Mr. Boris, he has been working hard for you all this while. He wanted you to quit this." said Henry, " Boris would never know! I will pretend as if I never heard of this news and leave the place. And you, my friend, there is a reason you are my friend. I wanted someone named Henry to be my friend. You will know it when I call you Henry in front of him." said Tom, "Why? what's so special about my name?" asked Henry. "You will know, and you have to accompany me on this mission," said Tom with a smirk on his face.

Boris entered the room with his newspaper in the hand, Tom hid the newspaper behind his back immediately, "Good morning Mr. Boris," Henry greeted, " Good morning dear, Tom, did you read the news?" asked Boris, "No sir, why?" 

"Nothing, just leave it,"

"And, I wanted to ask for permission from you sir," 

"What is it dear?" 

"Henry and I are planning to go on a trip tonight with his uncle, so can I leave if there's no work for the party?"

"Of course you can kid! enjoy your days," said Boris and left.

"Of course I will enjoy it" said Tom and smirked. Shivers were about to get calm.

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