the sound of death by barbed wire I don ’ t like it done to pretty girls and I sure as hell don ’ t fucking like rapists so if you planning on doing something to these guys make sure this King kid he dies slow and in a lot of pain. Now take care I ‘ ll send some info through to you.” Amelia was lucky, very lucky he could of killed her or hurt her worse, did he though? she did have that deep scar on her face, did he do that to her, he had to ask her. “ Hey you what you doing?” he asked coming through the doors. “ Nothing, just flicking through seeing if anything goods on” she smiled up at him holding the TV remote. “ You look real pretty today. Not that you don ’ t always but you look real pretty with no make up on and that little sprinkling of freckles over your nose” he bent down and kissed her head. “ Thanks but I don ’ t” she put her hand up to her face and covered up her scar. “ You do. How did you get that scar anyway, looks nasty.” “ Yeah it was but its healing now, not much like but its fading though” “ So how you get it?” he asked again he knew she ’ d not answered the first time on purpose but he wanted to know he had to know, so he could decide how to kill King. “ I… err, it was when I got attacked, he had a knife held to my face the whole time he was on top of me and when I was trying to get away he stabbed me it went right through my cheek into my tongue too but that healed up real fast” pain had flooded her eyes again. “ Oh shit that ’ s horrid how come you didn ’ t say, did you report the mother fucker ”
“ Lucas please, I don ’ t want to talk about this anymore” he nodded. “ Ok I ‘ m sorry. Do you want to eat, I can go get take out or we can go out, do you fancy going out?” “ If you want to I don ’ t mind take out I think I ‘ m a little tired to go out though but if you want we can” “ No take outs fine with me. You eat Italian I know this little Italian round the corner that makes the best spaghetti” “ Sounds good to me.” “ Oh my god you have to come see this” she yelled out before Lucas even had time to shut the door. He put the take out bag on the table and went over to her she was watching the news. “Some guys were found dead earlier today and get this one guy his head was cut off like laterally hacked off they found it separate from his body how gross is that?” “ Yeah that ’ s pretty gross, do the police have any leads?” he asked anxiously. “ Nah they have no clue, totally drawing a blank. Why do you think someone would do that, its strange, sure if you have to kill, kill, but hacking off someone ’ s head that ’ s just harsh and personal don ’ t ya think” “ I dunno really I don ’ t think like a killer” he lied. He wondered what she ’ d say if he knew that he was the one who killed the two men, he wondered if she ’ d stay if she knew, how she ’ d react, how she would feel, he did not want to take the chance of finding out the answers so he kept quite and kissed Amelia on the forehead. “ Nor do I but I was just thinking that ’ s all, hey how do you think he did it I mean can you actually cut someone ’ s head off or do you think it could just be a load of media hype.” “ I really don ’ t know, maybe. You ask a lot of questions” “ Sorry. I like a good, I don ’ t know actually I just like stuff like that it makes me think” “ About?” “ Stuff.” “ Ok little miss psycho do I need to lock you in the bedroom tonight and sleep with one eye open” “ Oh ha ha funny guy. Do something useful and dish out the food I ‘ m starving.”
The more he found out about Amelia the more he liked her she was cute, sweet and unique she was defiantly unique, most girls would be freaked out hearing about some gruesome murder but not her, she was intrigued by it you could see her thoughts going into overdrive as the news reader read about the murder. Lucas thought that maybe Amelia could
“ Lucas please, I don ’ t want to talk about this anymore” he nodded. “ Ok I ‘ m sorry. Do you want to eat, I can go get take out or we can go out, do you fancy going out?” “ If you want to I don ’ t mind take out I think I ‘ m a little tired to go out though but if you want we can” “ No take outs fine with me. You eat Italian I know this little Italian round the corner that makes the best spaghetti” “ Sounds good to me.” “ Oh my god you have to come see this” she yelled out before Lucas even had time to shut the door. He put the take out bag on the table and went over to her she was watching the news. “Some guys were found dead earlier today and get this one guy his head was cut off like laterally hacked off they found it separate from his body how gross is that?” “ Yeah that ’ s pretty gross, do the police have any leads?” he asked anxiously. “ Nah they have no clue, totally drawing a blank. Why do you think someone would do that, its strange, sure if you have to kill, kill, but hacking off someone ’ s head that ’ s just harsh and personal don ’ t ya think” “ I dunno really I don ’ t think like a killer” he lied. He wondered what she ’ d say if he knew that he was the one who killed the two men, he wondered if she ’ d stay if she knew, how she ’ d react, how she would feel, he did not want to take the chance of finding out the answers so he kept quite and kissed Amelia on the forehead. “ Nor do I but I was just thinking that ’ s all, hey how do you think he did it I mean can you actually cut someone ’ s head off or do you think it could just be a load of media hype.” “ I really don ’ t know, maybe. You ask a lot of questions” “ Sorry. I like a good, I don ’ t know actually I just like stuff like that it makes me think” “ About?” “ Stuff.” “ Ok little miss psycho do I need to lock you in the bedroom tonight and sleep with one eye open” “ Oh ha ha funny guy. Do something useful and dish out the food I ‘ m starving.”
The more he found out about Amelia the more he liked her she was cute, sweet and unique she was defiantly unique, most girls would be freaked out hearing about some gruesome murder but not her, she was intrigued by it you could see her thoughts going into overdrive as the news reader read about the murder. Lucas thought that maybe Amelia could
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