"No!! Ahh! Someone! Help me!! Linda.. Linda I love you!" The poor man in captivity cried, the axe about to slice into the flesh of his neck. Wrinkled as a newborn pig and gnarly as a tree, the old man who wielded the axe next to him, chuckled in mock pity. Charles Leroy, the old man, was just about to reach his lifelong goal of mutilating 100 heads of various victims. 98 heads so far. Luckily, the authorities hadn't caught him yet, probably since he had killed so many of them. In fact, he had even chopped of the heads of three lieutenants, four freight train drivers, and fifteen of his nieces. He was doing better than ever before, and he paused a second to smirk in pride of his achievement. The captive man still was plastered wailing against the wall, clutching it as if it could save his life. It was time for the dirty deed. Charles Leroy gathered his strength, chest puffed up and muscles shaking, as he couldn't believe his luck. It was about to happen. His life long dream come true. Charles raised up his axe slowly, and the poor little man shut his eyes in defeat. As he whisked the sharp axe through the air, he heard a noise. Someone was coming through his back door, and he didn't have much time. Charles decided to go through with the murder, jabbed the axe into the flesh, and proceeded in bursting open the veins of his 99th victim. Charles whacked at him again, and breathed in disbelief as the man fell to the floor at his feet, realizing his goal was almost reached and hoping it would be reached. The man was dead now, but as he heard the policemen coming through his house, coming through his door, coming for him, he gasped and realized one thing. It was over. And all his life, his hard work, his evil deeds, his penny pinching, his dreams and hopes, his lifelong goal.... Was perished.
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