During the fifty six hour drive back to his Mine, Mick's anger bubbled and boiled. He began to think about the man he had seen talking to Samantha; it angered him to see her talking and laughing with someone else. She was his Dammit! He knew that he had to get rid of this threat, they both looked so happy spending time with each other. What if she chooses to be with that man instead of him? He couldn't risk that happening so he knew that man had to be eliminated. But he would have to wait a while to do that, he had a few loose ends he needed to tie up back at the Mine before he started leaving another trail of bodies behind.
Mick walked down the dark, sandy corridors of his mine. A faint light shone through cracks in the roof and there was a faint trickling sound as water dripped from the ceiling. A body lay slumped on the ground resting its back against the wall, dead. Before their death it was obvious they had suffered terrible torture like having their eyes dug out of its head. Mick slowly crouched down and grabbed the chin of the body moving its head from side to side. When he had taken those eyes with him to the city wrapped up in his pocket when he left he had had no idea that they would come so useful, they had truly frightened her and drawn Samantha closer to him, fooling her into thinking he was her knight in shining armour. Normally in the outback he didn't bother with things like that, but when he was away he liked to have pieces of his play things with him, it gave him a sense of power and reminded him of what he was capable of.
"Such a shame" Mick said tutting and shaking his head. She had been so beautiful but she hadn't cooperated. Women who disobeyed him and didn't do what he wanted angered him and they always ended up dead because of that, unless he got bored of them first.
He stood in his mine looking at his variety of different tools and weapons, studying them and checking their condition. He treated each individual weapon like anybody else would treat a delicate child, making sure they were always well looked after and in good condition. So many choices and so many decisions on what to use and how to kill the man that stood in his way!
That evening Mick crouched lurking in the bushes outside the man's house in the dark, it was unlike him to creep about the place. Normally he would storm in like a bull in a china shop, kill what he wanted and take what he wanted. But that was in the outback, he wasn't in the outback now, now he was in the city and he needed to be careful not to be caught. There were too many people walking around the place to do that.
Mick scowled angrily as he saw Samantha exiting the house laughing, she gave the man a kiss on each cheek and then waved as she left. He couldn't believe she had been there so late at night.
"Mmmm, what you been doing little pig?" Mick muttered under his breath to himself watching her leave. "You better not be cheating on your Uncle Mick" But he knew that must be the only explanation for what he was seeing and that made him furious. He seethed in anger knowing that this weak little man must have got to the pie before he had and now he was going to make this man pay.
He patiently waited for the remainder of the people on the streets to scatter and go home before he made his move. Mick crept round the house and checked to see if any windows were open, he gave a sigh of relief when the kitchen window was open. Mick swore to himself under his breath as he squeezed thought the kitchen window, being a man of six foot and easily over two hundred and twenty pounds he wasn't built for doing this kind of sneaking around, he was build for brute force.
Mick knew he had to be quiet, he couldn't kill the man here he'd never get away with it; he'd have to take him out of the city but hadn't got enough drugs to reach the mine. Mick turned and saw a half drunk beer on the side, he heard footsteps quickly he poured some drugs into the beer and ducked into the next room. The man walked into the kitchen wearing just his boxers, Mick scowled with jealousy seeing his muscular, tanned body. No wonder Samantha was sleeping with him, but no worries he would have his little play thing soon enough. The man drank the beer in one and then walked back to his bedroom, Mick stayed where he was and waited for the drugs to take effect.
Mick growled and swore under his breath as he dragged the man's unconscious body across the wooden floor, it wasn't that he was heavy; Mick was tall, broad and strong so moving a man wasn't that hard for him, it was the fact that he was having to go through this effort just because a man couldn't keep his nose out.
Samantha's suspected fancy man sobbed and sniffed as Mick dragged him out of the car and threw him into the dusty sand. His head was spinning and he felt groggy as the drugs wore off.
"Pl…please…please let me go I won't say anything" The man begged, Mick laughed loudly in reply.
"Why would I do that?" Mick chuckled.
"What…what do you want from me?" The man sobbed; slowly Mick sauntered up to the kneeling man.
"I want you out of the way, I want you fucking dead" Mick growled kicking his boot straight into the man's chest and knocking him backwards onto the ground.
"What! W...why what did I do, why kill me?" The man panicked scuttling backwards away from him on his bum as Mick took his Bowie knife out of his jeans.
"You got to close to my girl mate" Mick shrugged, slowly stepping forward following the shuffling man "You were gonna take my play thing away" He explained.
"I don't know what you're talking about"
"SAMANTHA!" Mick suddenly shouted, "Don't play fucking dumb with me!" He growled, the man quickly rose to his feet, turned his back on Mick and started to run.
Quick as a flash Mick threw his knife into the man's back, he swore loudly and fell face first into the dust.
"You got no one to blame but yourself mate" Mick said walking up to the man "If you'd just kept away from her you'd have been fine"
"I…I don't know what you mean, I didn't sleep with her we're just friends" The man coughed, then swore loudly as Mick pulled out the knife.
"Sure and I'm Shirley fucking temple" Mick growled as he sat on the man's back and grabbed his hand that had a gold signet ring on it.
"Take it…take the ring just leave me alone" The man gasped, struggling to breathe under Mick's weight.
"Thanks mate I will" Mick laughed slicing his knife through the ring finger, chuckling sadistically at the man's screams then brutally slicing it through the man's neck, silencing him forever.
Mick groaned and slumped into his driver's seat, exhausted, bloodied and covered in dust. The sun was beginning to set now that he had finished disposing of the body. He closed his eyes and began to fantasise as he caught his breath, what he would give now for Samantha to be sharing a bath with him now, washing him and massaging his aching back. Patients all in good time, he thought to himself. It would come; Mick always gets what he wants.
