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"Good Evening, Miss Vienna, you look jus' as lovely as your cooking!" Vienna, as always, was disgusted with that smug smile he used to greet her. "Aw, shut up and go eat!"
"Thank you..." he walked in her dining room to see that Dylan and their planned 'Oliver' had been waiting for him, both of their plates were nearly empty."I have to look for my garden tools, so no funny business Heinrick" she stared him down as if he were the only one planning something malicious. If only she knew..."So kid, continue this 'plan' you have set up" Dylan whispered to Henry Lou. "Well, it's not a master plan, but it's sure to work."
"Well, spill it!" Heinrick appeared a little too eager for this. "You should both know very well that Oliver is well known for stealing, since it's necessary for his survival..."
"And?" both of the older men said simultaneously; the irked expressions showed they very well understood.
"'And'... because of that, my gut instinct is telling me that he'll come here. IF he comes, we can ambush him; I'll 'do the job', whatever it is, quicker, and we'll all be on our marry way!"
"Except that little bastard!" Heinrick smiled devilishly. "That only leaves one issue unsolved...What's my job specifically?"
"Come to think of it...what is the plan?" Dylan asked.
"How could you NOT know? Aren't you the one that hired me?" Henry Lou eyed his 'employer' with questioning eyes.
"I be the brains here kid" Heinrick stated. "Your job is to impersonate Oliver, and commit a crime for which he'll be framed. Pretty simple?"
"Very...and now that the plan is set I simply have to wait for the right time" He hurriedly finished the discussion once he heard knocking on the door, followed by Vienna saying 'I'll get it'.
Heinrick began to eat his stew to add to the 'casualty' (and his stomach). How convenient it would be if that were Oliver there...Henry left to out his plate away. Then he faked the action of going upstairs, but was really eavesdropping tying to figure out who was with Ms. Greene.
"My name's Oliver" was all he needed to hear so he could signal Heinrick. The two went through the back garden where she grew her fruits and vegetables (since she grew flowers in the front).
The two waited very patiently, knowing that Oliver had to take this direction to get near the pier. Henry Lou's highly trained ears detected Oliver's faint footsteps and humming. Knowing that he had to act quickly, he scanned the floor quickly, took a small rock off the ground, and told Heinrick to wait for the signal. Amused by how careless his target was, Henry Lou had let out a little giggle as the rock skid across the small street. Heinrick correctly guessed that was the signal, and lunged up to Oliver, dealing him a blow that appeared so painful, that Henry Lou had felt his stomach imagining the pain, and then walked over once Oliver had clearly lost most of his consciousness. He stared down at his 'prey' while he finally shut his eyes. Small traces of blood and spit were on the ground, coming from his mouth.
"Wasn't that a little bit of overkill? You don't need a sledgehammer to kill a fly."
"Eh...that's a stubborn fly we have here, so I needed to do that..." Heinrick joked.
"Whatever, anyhow, let's act quick..."
"I said WHO ARE YOU?" It was apparent Oliver was completely ignoring his position as he said that. "Well, I figured you'd forget me. Does this ring a bell?" While keeping that awful grin, he tossed a knife in front of Oliver, but not so close that he could reach it. Oliver stared at this knife with placid intensity. Every detail sending him memories: The polished brown wood, with the yellow trademark of Heinrick's former job, and the slight upward curve at the tip of the blade. "You...you're that merchant that stabbed my sister?"
"And I happen ta' be the one whose career ya' ruined" Heinrick spat down, missing Oliver by a taunting few inches. Sensations of disgust went through his whole body. "So what now? Are you trying to get some type of 'revenge'? What gain could that possibly give you?"
"If I did it m'self,I guess no gain would be with me; that's the reason this feller right here be my...'weapon'..."
"''Weapon'? I'm doing all the workHEINRICK" a young voice, perfectly imitating Oliver's, spoke before its owner entered the room. "Not that I'm complaining...since you've paid" Henry Lou smirked down at Oliver's face, filled with mixed expressions. "What? Do I not look wonderful in your clothes?" continuing to mock Oliver's voice, Henry Lou adjusted the clothes for a slightly better fit.
"Are you comfortable? I hope you are, since you'll be here for a little while..."
"How can I, who's freezing my bare butt on a cold, hard floor, possibly be comfortable?"
"Rhetorical question of course!" Henry had said in his normal voice, while seeing Oliver was fidgeting in he ropes that bound him. "Remind Dylan to make those tighter before we leave..." he said facing Heinrick."What are you going to do in my clothes anyway?" Oliver asked his tone questionable.
Henry Lou had let out a small yawn, and bent down. He picked up the knife before facing Oliver once again, now having a devilish smile. "I'm just gonna say hi to your friends, what else would I do?" He paused. "Seriously, what else would I be doing? You've been exposed to this reality at least once Oliver..." Henry Lou and Heinrick walked out of the room, leaving the boy with sudden realization and panic. He tried to shoot up, but immediately fell down with no grace, Damn it, these stupid ropes!He dragged and rolled himself until he reached the door, desperate to give his friends some kind of warning, even it was a mere shout. Before Oliver could struggle up to a sitting position against the door, Dylan had swiftly opened it, unaware of the attempted escape, but he realized it quickly when Oliver grunted along with the bang sound that was made. Oliver had made a small hiss of pain, for splinters made an unwanted presence on his skin. "How sad, did you honestly think fleeing will be as easy as it was in the past? Tough luck."
"You too?" Oliver asked while backing away, avoiding to press on his splinters. "Why wouldn't I? Your constant thieving is lessening the profit of me and my workers' families, and quite frankly, the injuries they received took away any pity or remorse I would've had for you."
"Regardless of what you think of me, WHY WOULD YOU INVOLVE MY FRIENDS IN THIS?" THEY HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO DESERVE HARM!"
"Oh, they've done plenty..."
"What?"
"They've been your allies..."
"I've been working alone for years! I just share food with them! Whatever you plan on doing, just leave them alone and do it to me!" he now seemed to be begging, tears slowly beginning to form. "Don't worry, things will be done to you pretty soon, just wait" Dylan had leaned down to tighten Oliver ropes, but the boy planted his teeth on Dylan's arm in protest, the pressure rapidly growing stronger. The man let out a shout and pulled his arm away and covered the now bleeding part of his arm. "You stupid son of a BITCH!" Dylan lost his temper completely and began stomping his foot, with growing force, on the boy, who remained silent during the beating.
"...Heinrick" Henry Lou said in an almost solemn tone.
"Yes?"
"The specific goal is for me to harm them and frame Oliver in the process, but what is preventing me from getting caught?"
"I will...if one of the brats try to escape, they will deal with me, but I doubt they'll get far..." he reassured the young criminal, who held a tight grip on the half-empty pot with scones.
"Ainsley! Where the heck is that stupid brother of mine?" Olivia demanded while holding onto her growling stomach.
"He said he would be back with food, so let's just wait!" Ainsley said, tired of her friend's complaining. Deep inside, she was worrying. It's been nearly an hour? Could something have happened? Maybe If I had gone with him, I could've been sure. I doubt he would be killed or put in a prison though. He must be goofing off somewhere. A few minutes had passed, and there was finally knocking at the door. Noah ran up to the door with an eager stomach. Olivia told him to stop and wait, but the password 'Revilo' reassured that it was safe. Olivia nodded for Noah to open the door, and he did with a beaming smile towards the dwelling's breadwinner. "Hi guys!" Oliver said. "I'm sorry for being late. Ms. Greene invited me for dinner, and I couldn't resist"
"You jerk!" Olivia yelled jokingly.
"At least you brought some back..."Ainsley said. Noah jumped a little bit in front of Oliver. "Can I have some now? I'm really hungry~!"
"Of course!" he smiled, lowering the pot for Noah.
"Yay~!" he let out, taking a bite into the scone he grabbed. Ainsley and Olivia came over and took a few scones themselves before sitting back down in their corners. Oliver had another scone in hand to give to Noah, who was happily holding out his hands to receive it. "Here you go!" Oliver said.
The scone fell on the floor, and a few drops of blood followed suit. Then, some tears fell from Noah's face, right before he began crying. "Hey! What did you just-?" All Olivia actually saw was 'Oliver' pulling the bloodied knife out of Noah's forearm. The five-year old crumpled on the floor holding his bleeding injury, his tears unceasing. "OLIVER, WHAT THE HELL?" Olivia grew very tense, her arm now searching for the knives Oliver had found days ago. Oliver had only let out a quiet and sinister laugh, licking some off the blood of the blade. He had stepped over Noah, his expression filled with blood-lust; Olivia held out a knife that she had just found an instant ago. In response, her brother pointed his weapon at her, edging closer and closer. Ainsley had foolishly tried to be a peacemaker again. "Stop it! This is way too out of hand!" Her voice filled with fear, she stood in front of Olivia, whose expression was turning as deadly as the situation. "Ainsley, get out of here..."Olivia said strictly."I can't just let you two fight! We have to use something at a bandage for NoAH-!" her gasp of pain virtually echoed in the small room. She quickly backed away, not wanting anymore harm, holding her bleeding side. That once glance at Ainsley's hurt and tearful expression was the last straw for Olivia.
"You...BASTARD!" she lunged toward him, dealing him a sharp blow to the left with her elbow. Oliver had fallen to the floor, giggling with madness. "You're so FUN aren't you~?" He got up almost like a zombie. "How about we play a game now?" He lunged himself at Olivia, his blade aimed perfectly at Olivia's chest. She feinted left and sliced at his side, only damaging some cloth. He kicked back at her, and she rolled up back into a stance. Ainsley was watching this whole scene as Noah continued his pain-filled weeping. The two knives sliced and clanged against each other, while the users of the weapons had went in nearly every direction of the room, knocking over the boxes that had the clothes. He tried to stab her again, leaving an opening. She then kicked him where it hurt most, making him curse. Olivia knew she had only one opportunity to stop this fight, so she let her instincts take over. Just when he looked about ready to fight again she had shoved him; he took a few steps back. No hesitation, No hesitation..! He looked at the determined girl, his eyes wide with shock. She raised the knife and stabbed him.
"AAAGGHH!" Oliver let out a screech so loud. It made the man waiting outside nervous, but he did not move yet. Olivia took a few steps back, looking at the bloodied blade she held, then back at Oliver, whose left eye was covered with his hand, blood was seeping through. He glared at her with such hatred with his remaining eye. It appeared to be the last straw for him now. Without the slightest warning, he took his knife and tackled her aiming for the kill. Somehow, Olivia managed to block his hand, and her knife was pressed against his neck. "Oh, so you have enough guts to stab your brother twice?" he said, purposely leaning his head against the knife, letting blood drip from his neck. Too much...blood! Her hand trembled slightly; he let out a successful, sinister smirk. "Pathetic" he whispered, smacking the blade out of her hand. "You never hesitate when in a fight...it'll get you killed" He started to put his blade down toward her, but she put all her strength in forcing it back. Why is this happening? Are my friends just going to kill each other? If this doesn't stop, Noah will bleed to death, and I'll follow suit...
Ainsley had leaned over and fell on her stomach, still holding onto her wound as if to slow down the bleeding. "Please...just stop this! This is too much...have you gone insane?" she yelled weakly. "I agree this has too stop!" 'Oliver' snickered "I've grown tired of this one" He said as Olivia's hands gave in, tears were in her eyes, and the blade was pressed roughly against her neck. "Let's just say that this was for my eye!"
"NoooO!" Ainsley had let out a piercing scream, despite her hoarse voice. She closed her eyes in the mental state of pure horror as the choking sounds of Olivia's voice came and went. Tears had immediately fallen from Ainsley's face, nonstop. "You...Why did you do this..."
"Because I was paid" The boy stood up over Olivia's body, not caring to avoid the blood seeping out of her neck. "You...traitor...lousy...good-for-nothing traitor..." Her conscious had faded, and he flipped her over to finish the job. "That's enough..." Heinrick had said. "One of hem needs to be alive for the rest of it to go well"
"What about the little green haired boy?" Henry Lou withdrew the bloody knife. "Oh please!" Heinrick had violently kicked the body in the gut; there was no response. "Blood did the job for you with this one. That girl kept you so preoccupied; the boy jus' went out. Despite Heinrick's statement, Henry Lou checked both the pulse and the reflection of light from the eyes; he then confirmed death. "We should head back to Dylan, right Heinrick?"
"Yes"
