It was around 3:27 in the a.m. when Charles and Bengiman found themselves outside of Oscar del Diego's high-rise condominiums, in the Porto district of the city, all was quiet, the streets deserted on this particular Wednesday morning, on that warm, dark cloudy night. Charles was feeling absolutely wretched, his heart raced, the palms of his hands sweaty, his mouth dry, he tried to concentrate on his breathing, taking in calm, slow breaths, exhaling slowly as the nervous tension began to boil up in his stomach like caustic soda. He had tried to ease the strain on his mind, and body, by listening to a little Segovia on the drive over to the next victim, but the soothing sound of the classical guitar was not enough to elevate his trepidation. Charles stood outside of the buildings entrance as he clutched his doctor's bag tightly to his chest, Bengiman paused for a moment sitting on a long bench outside on the side walk, finishing off a cigarette. Charles turned to tell him to hurry up, when he noticed a man step off the elevator inside the lobby of the building, he was dressed in a pair of grey silk pajamas, slippers, walking a tiny, black dog, a miniature Doberman Pincer, who needed to go for a walk in the worst way. Charles looked up at the man who was approaching the glass doors at the main entrance, Charles was shocked and he called over to Bengiman "Hey, fucker look! It's Oscar." Charles exclaimed as he stepped back over behind Bengiman.
Oscar was half-asleep, not really paying attention, as he exited his building, it was not until he took two steps forward when he glanced up at the tall, broad shouldered man, with a cleanly shaven head, standing next to the bench. "Olla." Oscar gave a quick hello and a brief friendly smile, then he paused as his little dog took a piss on a nearby tree, then Oscar turned, looking back at the stranger, who looked very familiar to him. "Ah!" Oscar said turning back to the giant of a man "I recognize you!"
"No ya don't." Bengiman said as he stepped forward, revealing another man Oscar did not know, or recognize.
Suddenly the small dog began to bark, a barely audible noise, as this was a quiet breed, Oscar became extremely unnerved at the sight of this unknown man, slowly he turned, inch by inch, he tried to make it back to the front door. Alas, poor Oscar was forced, at gun point, to take a walk back to Bengiman's vehicle, where they would now have to do away with him. This was even better, as it kept them out of the building, and they could drive away and end Oscar's life, in peace, at another location in the city. As they guided the doomed away from his home; which he would never see again, Oscar pleaded with them to let him bring his little dog with him, but Bengiman, along with the tall, blue-eyed, wicked looking man, would not hear of it, instead Charles tied the dog up to the bench out front so it would not run away, and hopefully find a new owner. Now as Charles did this quickly, and as he walked away, he looked back at the tiny, frightened animal, who sat there trembling, her little body shaking in fear, fiercely, softly barking, watching his master being led away, never to be seen, alive, again. Now this scene was very troubling to our murderous Charles who suddenly realized he actually cared more about the welfare of the dog than the life of the human being he, and Bengiman, had just abducted and would, in a few moments.., kill.
Oscar could not understand what was happening, but he knew very well the man holding the gun to his back was Xation Day's personal head of security, he had seen him many times in the building and in the executive dining room. Oscar remained silent, that is until they had him strapped in passenger's seat, with Bengiman sitting directly behind, his nickle-plated semi-automatic handgun aimed at the back of Oscar's skull the entire time, even with Bengiman shouting at Oscar to, 'shut the fuck up', Oscar could not help but beg and plead, and cry for them to spare his life. All his words went unheeded as Charles drove the trio off down the dark deserted streets out to one of the nearby parks, where Charles found a nice secluded parking lot next to a grove of oak trees.
"Oscar." Charles said as he turned off the engine, unbuckling his seat belt while his victim began to hyperventilate through his mournful tears, acting like a coward. "You need to stop." Charles said as he slid out from behind the steering wheel retrieving his doctors bag from the back seat. Oscar began shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming from his eyes, snot dripping from his nose as he watched the blond, blue-eyed man open up the little black bag and take out a long syringe, the needle of which was at least four inches long. At the sight of him filling up the syringe from a small vile of clear liquid, Oscar felt faint and thought surely he would vomit.
Carefully, with great caution, Charles placed the empty bottle back in his bag, focusing his attention while handling the deadly drug, Narcan {an opioid antagonist, given to people who have overdosed, or are in septic shock} this powerful cardiac stimulant should never be injected to a healthy heart, that IS NOT in cardiac arrest, unless you want to kill them. Unfortunately for Oscar these men wanted, very much, to kill him, and he knew this could only be about all the missing funds he had uncovered at his company, and it was right about now Oscar was starting to regret the meeting he called with the C.E.O., Xation Day and V.P. of the company, Jerome Hays, whom he had worked so hard for the last six years. Yet there was nothing he cold say, or anything he could do, to make these killers let him go and spare him his life on this warm summer's eve.
So it came to pass, Bengiman, holstering his weapon, pulled Oscar out of the passenger's seat; which Oscar had urinated on in his sheer terror, Bengiman ordered the sniveling coward down on his knees in front of the Range Rover. Charles held the long sharp needle up in his hand as he watched Bengiman slip off his tie, telling the horrified man "Put your hands behind your back." Oscar felt a wave of panic overwhelm him, the desperate urge to runaway, far out into the woods, arose up in his heart like a herd of wild mustangs, but a still voice, inside his head, said not to do so. Oscar knelt on the hard pavement, his eyes closed, head down, hands bound behind his back, a prayer on his lips, as he tried to take a breath and face death, for Oscar wanted to be calm during his last moments, alive, on Earth.., though he was not looking forward to forever. "There, that's better." Bengiman whispered, securing their victim, then he added "I'm proud of ya' Oscar! I'd hate to see ya' carrying on like little girl, your last moments here with us, alreet?"
Oscar opened his eyes looking up at the Englishman, he was thinking of what last words he might say, but as Oscar's mind raced, not one word came. "Oscar." Charles called his name softly as he stood in front of him telling him "Now I need you to stick out your chest while my mate holds your shoulders, take a deep breath, because this is going to hurt.., a lot" Oscar stared in shock and silence as he gazed at the long, sharpened needle, taking in a deep breath, then he gave up hope as he closed his eyes. Charles knelt down before his victim, unbuttoning his pajamas, exposing the middle-aged man's hairy, flabby chest. "Okay, good, your doing fine Oscar, I am glad you decided to cooperate, and I will go back and get your dog." Charles lied "What's it's name?"
Oscar stared in wide-eyed disbelief at his killers words, then he said with a little note of gladness in is voice "Josephine." as the name passed Oscar's lips Charles took the needle and plunged it deep into his chest, penetrating the subcutaneous layer of skin, all the way, deep down, with great pain and force, piercing the pericardium, stopping in the right ventricle, as the rush of clear substance came from the needle, the pain was excruciating and intense burning in Oscar's poor heart like fire. Oscar collapsed forward as Charles got up quickly watching as Oscar began twitching, in full seizure, a strange gasping coming from his lungs, as his breathing ceased, his heart beginning to beat spasmodically, cardiac arrest just seconds away, but before the ill-fated man's heart finally short circuited out, Oscar fell quickly into an abrupt coma, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. It took about three minutes of violent shaking, his body in full musculature spasms, then, as the moon came through the dark clouds, Oscar became as still as the night. Charles went over to the body, checking for any vital signs, there were none, for the copious amount of Narcan did the trick, the matter was over and done, it was finished.
"Josephine..," Bengiman said as he stood there smoking another cigarette gazing down at the ground "I once knew a girl named Josephine, briefly.., she liked to be called Joey."
Charles just stood there for a moment giving Bengiman a strange look, then he cleared his throat and said "Alright, let's drive him back home, sit him up on that bench.., with his little dog, Josephine." Charles informed Bengiman as he placed the needle back in his bag, making sure to replace the plastic orange safety cap back on the four inch long needle. "It will look like he took his dog for a walk, sat down, where he, unexpectedly, had a massive heart attack..,problem solved."
"Good idea.., let me toss him in the back." Bengiman said as he stubbed out his cigarette on the ground, next to the freshly deceased body.
Charles opened up the passenger side door and the aroma of ammonia was pungent "God Damn it!" Charles shouted as Bengiman scooped up Oscar's body.
"What's occurring?" Bengiman said having a little difficulty with the dead weight.
"Fucking Oscar! He pissed all over the seat!"
Oscar was half-asleep, not really paying attention, as he exited his building, it was not until he took two steps forward when he glanced up at the tall, broad shouldered man, with a cleanly shaven head, standing next to the bench. "Olla." Oscar gave a quick hello and a brief friendly smile, then he paused as his little dog took a piss on a nearby tree, then Oscar turned, looking back at the stranger, who looked very familiar to him. "Ah!" Oscar said turning back to the giant of a man "I recognize you!"
"No ya don't." Bengiman said as he stepped forward, revealing another man Oscar did not know, or recognize.
Suddenly the small dog began to bark, a barely audible noise, as this was a quiet breed, Oscar became extremely unnerved at the sight of this unknown man, slowly he turned, inch by inch, he tried to make it back to the front door. Alas, poor Oscar was forced, at gun point, to take a walk back to Bengiman's vehicle, where they would now have to do away with him. This was even better, as it kept them out of the building, and they could drive away and end Oscar's life, in peace, at another location in the city. As they guided the doomed away from his home; which he would never see again, Oscar pleaded with them to let him bring his little dog with him, but Bengiman, along with the tall, blue-eyed, wicked looking man, would not hear of it, instead Charles tied the dog up to the bench out front so it would not run away, and hopefully find a new owner. Now as Charles did this quickly, and as he walked away, he looked back at the tiny, frightened animal, who sat there trembling, her little body shaking in fear, fiercely, softly barking, watching his master being led away, never to be seen, alive, again. Now this scene was very troubling to our murderous Charles who suddenly realized he actually cared more about the welfare of the dog than the life of the human being he, and Bengiman, had just abducted and would, in a few moments.., kill.
Oscar could not understand what was happening, but he knew very well the man holding the gun to his back was Xation Day's personal head of security, he had seen him many times in the building and in the executive dining room. Oscar remained silent, that is until they had him strapped in passenger's seat, with Bengiman sitting directly behind, his nickle-plated semi-automatic handgun aimed at the back of Oscar's skull the entire time, even with Bengiman shouting at Oscar to, 'shut the fuck up', Oscar could not help but beg and plead, and cry for them to spare his life. All his words went unheeded as Charles drove the trio off down the dark deserted streets out to one of the nearby parks, where Charles found a nice secluded parking lot next to a grove of oak trees.
"Oscar." Charles said as he turned off the engine, unbuckling his seat belt while his victim began to hyperventilate through his mournful tears, acting like a coward. "You need to stop." Charles said as he slid out from behind the steering wheel retrieving his doctors bag from the back seat. Oscar began shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming from his eyes, snot dripping from his nose as he watched the blond, blue-eyed man open up the little black bag and take out a long syringe, the needle of which was at least four inches long. At the sight of him filling up the syringe from a small vile of clear liquid, Oscar felt faint and thought surely he would vomit.
Carefully, with great caution, Charles placed the empty bottle back in his bag, focusing his attention while handling the deadly drug, Narcan {an opioid antagonist, given to people who have overdosed, or are in septic shock} this powerful cardiac stimulant should never be injected to a healthy heart, that IS NOT in cardiac arrest, unless you want to kill them. Unfortunately for Oscar these men wanted, very much, to kill him, and he knew this could only be about all the missing funds he had uncovered at his company, and it was right about now Oscar was starting to regret the meeting he called with the C.E.O., Xation Day and V.P. of the company, Jerome Hays, whom he had worked so hard for the last six years. Yet there was nothing he cold say, or anything he could do, to make these killers let him go and spare him his life on this warm summer's eve.
So it came to pass, Bengiman, holstering his weapon, pulled Oscar out of the passenger's seat; which Oscar had urinated on in his sheer terror, Bengiman ordered the sniveling coward down on his knees in front of the Range Rover. Charles held the long sharp needle up in his hand as he watched Bengiman slip off his tie, telling the horrified man "Put your hands behind your back." Oscar felt a wave of panic overwhelm him, the desperate urge to runaway, far out into the woods, arose up in his heart like a herd of wild mustangs, but a still voice, inside his head, said not to do so. Oscar knelt on the hard pavement, his eyes closed, head down, hands bound behind his back, a prayer on his lips, as he tried to take a breath and face death, for Oscar wanted to be calm during his last moments, alive, on Earth.., though he was not looking forward to forever. "There, that's better." Bengiman whispered, securing their victim, then he added "I'm proud of ya' Oscar! I'd hate to see ya' carrying on like little girl, your last moments here with us, alreet?"
Oscar opened his eyes looking up at the Englishman, he was thinking of what last words he might say, but as Oscar's mind raced, not one word came. "Oscar." Charles called his name softly as he stood in front of him telling him "Now I need you to stick out your chest while my mate holds your shoulders, take a deep breath, because this is going to hurt.., a lot" Oscar stared in shock and silence as he gazed at the long, sharpened needle, taking in a deep breath, then he gave up hope as he closed his eyes. Charles knelt down before his victim, unbuttoning his pajamas, exposing the middle-aged man's hairy, flabby chest. "Okay, good, your doing fine Oscar, I am glad you decided to cooperate, and I will go back and get your dog." Charles lied "What's it's name?"
Oscar stared in wide-eyed disbelief at his killers words, then he said with a little note of gladness in is voice "Josephine." as the name passed Oscar's lips Charles took the needle and plunged it deep into his chest, penetrating the subcutaneous layer of skin, all the way, deep down, with great pain and force, piercing the pericardium, stopping in the right ventricle, as the rush of clear substance came from the needle, the pain was excruciating and intense burning in Oscar's poor heart like fire. Oscar collapsed forward as Charles got up quickly watching as Oscar began twitching, in full seizure, a strange gasping coming from his lungs, as his breathing ceased, his heart beginning to beat spasmodically, cardiac arrest just seconds away, but before the ill-fated man's heart finally short circuited out, Oscar fell quickly into an abrupt coma, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. It took about three minutes of violent shaking, his body in full musculature spasms, then, as the moon came through the dark clouds, Oscar became as still as the night. Charles went over to the body, checking for any vital signs, there were none, for the copious amount of Narcan did the trick, the matter was over and done, it was finished.
"Josephine..," Bengiman said as he stood there smoking another cigarette gazing down at the ground "I once knew a girl named Josephine, briefly.., she liked to be called Joey."
Charles just stood there for a moment giving Bengiman a strange look, then he cleared his throat and said "Alright, let's drive him back home, sit him up on that bench.., with his little dog, Josephine." Charles informed Bengiman as he placed the needle back in his bag, making sure to replace the plastic orange safety cap back on the four inch long needle. "It will look like he took his dog for a walk, sat down, where he, unexpectedly, had a massive heart attack..,problem solved."
"Good idea.., let me toss him in the back." Bengiman said as he stubbed out his cigarette on the ground, next to the freshly deceased body.
Charles opened up the passenger side door and the aroma of ammonia was pungent "God Damn it!" Charles shouted as Bengiman scooped up Oscar's body.
"What's occurring?" Bengiman said having a little difficulty with the dead weight.
"Fucking Oscar! He pissed all over the seat!"
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