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CAPTAIN FREAK 3- CHAPTER 4: THUNDER

 


"I warned you before! but you don't listen to me," shouted Boris. Tom was guilty of his friend's condition. "City's next mayor can't be a murderer, don't you get it?" shouted Boris again, "And you don't get me, Sir! he killed my family in front of me, the murder of my sister is still a mystery, his horrors have haunted me my entire life. You can't get it, I can kill him any moment I see him next time. And no one can stop me. Not even you Sir." said Tom staring with his red angry eyes. 

"Alright then, I'll take your name back as an elect and go for a new candidate, someone who has control over his emotions," said Boris and left for the office in his car. "He is in a rage, idiot, now I need to request everyone," said Boris to his friendly driver who said, "I know right, when he was young he was a coward and now his biggest fear is you," Boris looked at the driver who was none but Andy. "This never gets old," said Andy and shot on Boris' hand. The car was now not being driven to the office, but there wherever Andy wanted and that place was an under constructed building filled with cement and bricks. 

"I am an idiot! " said Tom to himself and headed off to the office to meet his Mr. Boris. 

Andy used a rod to beat the shit out of his enemy right now. He showered this rusty rod all over poor Boris and made him fall on the ground. "So is he your son? or a burden? for I think he can just be a burden on anyone, as he is to me," and Andy kicked Boris' face.

"He never came here," said Dr.Gordon to Tom whose eyes were looking for his father he never had. "Are you sure? he left for coming here," said Tom. "But he never came son," answered Gordon. 

"I killed almost everyone I knew, and as you know for the world, they only seek revenge, they can't take responsibility for anyone. Neither for the shit, they do to them. But don't worry I am different, I'll take it for your death." said Andy holding Boris's hair pulled tight. "You are ugly, your life was filled with ugliness, you were another loser, no one gives a shit about people like you," said Dr. Boris. Andy grew up from his seat and raised Boris along with him. "You talk a lot!" said Andy and picked up a brick from the ground.

Picking the brick he fitted it in Boris's mouth. "Open your mouth wider," said Andy and grabbed his enemy's head and jaw and pressed them against the brick in his mouth cracking his teeth making Boris's mouth all red. "Pretty! I like that color," said Andy. Taking the brick out he threw Boris on the ground and threw the brick on his weak head. Poor Boris was trembling with terror he was facing and was now near to his death. "Can I tell you a secret? Do you wanna know how I killed Tom's little sister?" said Andy smirking at Boris's nearly dead face.

Tom looking all around for Boris finally found someone who told him that a red car went to a village nearby in a hurry. Tom obviously hurried for this village where Boris was waiting for him. Finally, Tom found Boris laid half-dead on the ground when he hurried near his body. Andy was gone, and blood from Boris's head was gushing. Seeing him about to die Tom burst out in tears, "You'll survive, don't worry sir," Tom said in a shivering tone. "Again sir!" said Boris in his last moments before sleep. "Tom with his red watery eyes, said, "I love you Dad," and Boris smiled, taking his last breath forever. Tom was left broken seeing his only family dead in front of him one more time. But he was silent.

We should call it silence before thunder.

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