Timothy had not expected the day to go quite like this. He had no plans and because his ex wife stopped payment on his alimony check last week so he was broke. Timothy looked out the window. the trees were already starting to turn different shades of red and orange. "So Oliver how long will it take to get to your house?" "Oh, ummm not long," he replied in a sing song voice. "Oh god damn it I left my phone in your car Jason," Brittany says. "Please don't curse." Oliver asks. Timothy rolls his eyes, "shit." Oliver's eyes start to turn pink and blue again. "Timothy Jason was telling me that you own your own restaurant." "Yeah, but apparently my ex wife needed someone to be home all the time. She was a bitch." "Yes well, I was wondering if you could help me in the kitchen?" "Yeah OK."

Oliver's house was on a hill, and it had to be about three stories. They all walk into the hallway. A man who was smoking walked past them and smiled at Brittany. He blew smoke in her face and started to speak French, "jolie fille bonne chance." He leaves and disappears into the darkness. Oliver speaks up "Well to your left is the study. Help yourselves to brandy or whatever; Please follow me Timothy." Timothy follows Oliver to a huge kitchen. "Your kitchen is impressive." "Why thank you Timothy. Almost makes me feel bad for killing you." Timothy turns around to only be met with a knife to his stomach. Timothy falls to the floor immediately. Oliver looms over him with a smile that could frighten Norman Bates himself. "I told you not to curse. Well it's a good thing I need to do some baking isn't it?" Oliver stabs the knife into his stomach again and cuts down Timothy screams as blood pours out of him. Oliver starts to cut out some of timothy's skin and various organs. When he is done he collects some of Timothy's blood. Timothy closed his eyes as Oliver licks blood off of his fingers. "Oh it's not that bad." Oliver tells Timothy mockingly. He stabs his knife in Timothy's right eye. As he does so Timothy's screams are inhuman and blood curdling. Timothy's face was stained with tears and blood. Oliver laughs manically as Timothy closes his eyes for the last time.

Sorry it was so short, but I am really pulling all of my ideas together for the next chapter. remember to comment. Bye :)