Amenity Site Problems

Second Chapter

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He threw the body over his shhoulder, stooping up and looking around. He could...bury it outside. But what if someone uncovered it? He needed to place it somewhere safe. Inside the house. What if there are more like him coming to assassinate me? A droplet of sweat dripped down his shivering spine. And what do they want with me?

If I stashed it in my room? But then it would decay and rot. He had no choice, he'd have to steal off at night and dump it somewhere. He sighed as he headed back to the kitchen. Oh God, Benjamin shivered as he realised the body would not fit into a normal bag.

10 minutes later, freshly cut human chops lay on the kitchen table and a fresh layer of vomit was laying in Benjamin's bathroom sink, being washed down by water. He wiped his face and washed his bloody hands over with water. He then grabbed a couple of plastic bags, putting the body parts inside of them. He put them at one side of the kitchen for now, heading back to the dojo to clean up the blood on the floor. He scrubbed the floor well, giving a sigh of relief, then noticing the pistol still lying on the floor. He picked it up, fingering the symbol that adorned it, as well as the plating of the regular pistol. Opening the round, he realized it still housed 9 bullets. He put the safe on it and pocketed it. He then decided to sleep earlier so he could dispose of the body that same night. He took the stairs back up to his bedroom, falling down on the bed with a sigh and closing his eyes, waiting for sleep to lull him into the void of sub-consciousness.

When he woke up, it was dark. He kept laying in the bed, taking a deep breath before pulling himself up. He checked his clothes and pockets, making sure the gun was in his poocket before standing up, moving towards his cupboards, picking up a large bag he could carry on his back and moving downstairs. He stopped in the kitchen, opening the bag and filling it with the bags, closing the straps again and tying the straps around his arms, carrying the bag on his back. He then continued to his door, opening it on the dark gloomy scenery outside. He closed the door behind him, setting off to the city's amenity sit. He passed the quiet streets easily and found few people around, these didn't even mind him as he walked past carrying a chopped up body.

Reaching the amenity site, he took long looks all around him, before opening his bag, fishing out the bags of meat and dropping them into the dumpster with a relieved sigh. As he turned to go back the way he had come, he realised five persons were blocking his way. He took a tentative step towards them and stopped moving as one of them hissed at him.

"That seems like a pretty large bag you have there, did you have lots of trash you needed to seperate? Or maybe, something you needed to hide? A body, perhaps?"

Benjamin's eyes narrowed as he realised they were probably more people sent to assassinate him.

"Yeah, I wouldn't like to be him" He practically growled, sliding his hand into his pocket and fingering the newly acquired gun.

"Yeah, me and my friends here were thinking the same thing" The speaker grinned at him as he took out a gun aiming it at Benjamin. The others followed suit.

"Hey kids, what are you all doing here this late at night?" A tall man appeared from behind them, from behind a wall, looking in on them. He froze as he noticed the guns in the other teenagers' hands. "Hey hey, what are you all holding guns for, they're danger-" 

Bam. He fell dead to the floor.

The one in charge turned back to Benjamin, or he would have if Benjamin had remained there. "Now, now, there's no use running, Jotz" The guy's iris took on a darker shade of red as he spoke the name.

Benjamin had skidded off as soon as the guys had turned their backs on him. He took small breaths behind a dumpster, taking out his gun and switching off the safe.

"There's no use running, Jotz"

The last word the guy had spoken sent a shiver through Benjamin's spine as he braced himself behind the dumpster. He heard footsteps approaching around the corner.

Bam.

He took off with quick strides away from the gunshot's area of sound.

"Jotz"

He hid behind another dumpster, trying to keep his calm. Footsteps quickly approached from his right as he rolled from behind the dumpster firing into blank mass. The body fell partially on top of him as he groaned to get out from underneath. Spotting another guy approaching, he pulled up the body around him to stop the bullets, aiming with one hand at the other guy's face. He fell dead to the floor, as Benjamin tossed the body away, shells clattering on the ground. The last two. Benjamin took a sigh of relief and one bullet hit the wall right behind him as he ducked for cover. S**t. He could still feel the rush of the bullet as it narrowly missed him. Where is he? Moving stealthily from one dumpster to the next, it wasn't long before he figured out where he was hiding. He ducked around a dumpster, firing one bullet that strayed off his mark as he rolled onto the floor. He had failed. This was his end, he thought as he hit his head against a wall, stunning himself for a while. As he sat up on the ground, he wondered why he was still alive. Or was he? 

He looked around him, holding his head with a hand, groaning as he spotted two more bodies collapse to the floor. They had killed each other. He burst into a laugh as he realised one had been shadowing him all the time and he hadn't even noticed. The absurdity of it all. They were aiming for me, but they shot each other. Ahhahaha! Yes now, he thought about it, when he had rolled out from behind that dumpster there hadn't been just one shot. There had been three, his was the last that echoed as he sprawled into the wall. He was alive, hahahaha! He was alive! He brushed himself off a bit, holding his hurting head as he stood up to pick up the gun still left on the ground. Flipping the safe back on it, he realised he needed to get out of there. The gunfire would no doubt have attracted some attention, he mused as he threw the empty backpack over the wall, following suit and crashing on the ground below. There was a path here that led to a clearing if he just got over the fence. Ah, there. He breathed a sigh of relief as he ran to his home swiftly, avoiding all the peering eyes. He reached his house, opening the door and heading to the bathroom to clean up his wounnd, which had bled a bit. Hand to head, he made his way back to his bed, laying there with another sigh of relief as he fell asleep almost immediately.