Mad laughter rang through the castle. Lightning struck tree outside.
"Looks like t' anesthetic never set in, Prof. Poor little Mistry." Lucy Baker held up the scalpel, blood dripping from the blade and her hand. "Wot do I do?
"Well, you know what they say, my little assistant. Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid!"
The boy screamed out in fear as Alfendi appeared, a bloody mess himself, with the wildest glint in his golden eyes. His gloved hand had a machete brandished and ready to cut the deliver boy in half if he wanted.
"Wot about Diane? Surely, you've taken care of 'er." Lucy pulled off her orange goggles and grinned as he handed her the machete. She certainly did like his advice, that was one thing.
His laugh shook the walls once again and again lightning shattered the night sky. "You underestimate my abilities, Baker. Of course she's dead. All I have left is Lawson. I just need you to shave off the final witness. It's not an urgent matter. I'd just like to see how you handle this case." He put his hands behind his back and moved around the operating table as Utter squirmed.
The boy coughed out some blood. "Let me go! Please! I din see anythin', I swear!"
Lucy put on her goggles and held up the large knife. Her tongue stuck out for a second, before it shot back in. She didn't want to taste the blood. Yet.
"I'm sorry!" Utter screeched before the machete cut through his throat. Blood burst through the wound, but the attack effectively killed the boy.
Psychotic laughs and lightning struck again. "Perfect! We'll polish off the linoleum floors later. Why don't we go to our final suspect for today while this body shuts down?" Alfendi suggested, grabbing the giggling woman's arm and leading her to the next room.
"Layton! Get me out of these binds right now!" The burly man yelled as he struggled against the bindings.
Lightning once more, which meant to Lucy that Alfendi had chuckled. That's usually how the weather worked around here.
"Oh, Justin! If only I actually intended to do that. Looks like I don't though, so you'll just have to lay there while we operate." Alfendi walked towards his workbench and grabbed a few of his special tools.
"Should I give 'im t-"
"I'm afraid not. A special case like this one, I'd like to hear my victim beg for mercy." Alfendi pulled out one of his favorite knives. He tested out the edge on the bench, leaving a small, fine niche in the would do nicely. "The only thing I'd like for you to do, my dear, is to shut his eyes. The sewing kit is on the shelf over there." He motioned towards the shelf in question and walked back to his subject.
"Why, Al? Why are you doing this? I thought we had an agreement!" Justin yelled, swear beginning to drip from his forehead.
"That agreement didn't really work well with my interests. Death row inmates just isn't my forte when they know they're going to die. I want people who would never have expected this lovely future." He ripped up the man's sleeve and tested the knife this time on one of the muscles.
"Now just sit back. Relax. The pain will pass quick. Then I can shine your skull up for my collection on the shelf."