Title: Meet Mister Cleaver



Portville Bank

Two men are sneaking outside it at night with guns.

Man #1: Alright Pete are you ready to rob this joint?

Pete: I’m as ready as you are Garret.

Garret: The coast is clear.

Pete: No security guards?

Garret: I agree with you pretty shitty protection.

They walked up the steps and were applying glass cutters to the glass door when suddenly an alarm went off.

Pete: Garret I thought you deactivated the alarm?

Garret: I thought you did. Let’s Get The Hell Out of Here!

They started running down the steps only a police car drove up.

Garret: Oh Shitt!

Cops came out of the car.

Cop #1: Put your hands up! You, murderers!

Garret: We didn’t kill anybody though.

Cop #1: Yeah right look in the bank.

Inside the bank Garret and Pete saw a man with a meat cleaver stuck in his head.

Pete: That wasn’t us we didn’t do that.

Cop #1: Yeah right. Admit it you two are the meat cleaver murderers who live in this area.

Garret drew out his gun shooting the cop in the arm. Garret was shot twice in the chest instantly killed. Pete took off only he was shot in the leg but managed to hide in an alleyway.

Pete: Ah Shitt!

He pulled the bullet out of his leg and walked to a nearby doorway. He started knocking on the door.

An old man opened the door.

Old Man: What the hell do you want?

Pete: I need Help!

Old Man: yeah, professional help I bet.

Pete: No, I’m serious I’ve been shot.

He showed the old man his injured leg.

Old Man: You look promising.

Pete: Can I come in?

Old Man: Oh all right.

He let Pete in.

Pete: Nice place you have here.

Old Man: Ah, quit you’re bullshitting.

Pete: Hey what are these?

He pointed to a shelf full of strange looking objects.

Old Man: Antiques. My favorite is that one.

He pointed to a dusty looking old stone cat.

Old Man: It came from Egypt very valuable cost loads of money to get.

Pete: Wow! Very nice.

Old Man: Now tell me how the hell did you get shot?

Pete: uhh.. well there was a gang shootout in the middle of the square and unlucky for me the drive-by shootout guy accidentally shot me when he was after the guy in front of me who was instantly killed. So I went to get help and your place was the first place I saw so here I am.

Old Man: Whatever. I’ll go call the police about the shooting.

Pete grabbed the old man’s shoulder.

Pete: uhhh… Can I have a cup of coffee first please?

The old man smiled.

Old Man: Sure.

He walked off to the kitchen.

Pete stood staring at the stone cat.

Pete(thinking): Crazy old loon. He’s gonna call the cops sooner or later maybe I should try to escape now? But before I escape maybe I should try and steal something… but what…I got it that Egyptian stone cat. I’ll take it and walk out with it. Perfect! Heh-heh.

Pete reached up grabbing the cat and stuffed it in his jacket.

Pete: All going according to plan.

He started walking toward the front door only the old man showed up blocking the exit.

Old Man: Where do you think you’re going, I just made some coffee.

Pete(thinking):damn!

He followed the old man in the kitchen and sat in a chair sipping coffee.

Old Man: Like it?

Pete: Yeah it’s good.

Old Man: Well that’s nice.

Pete: What do you mean?

Old Man: Because that’ll be your last cup of coffee my friend.

Pete: What the hell are you talking about?

Old Man: You’ve heard about that Meat Cleaver Murderer haven’t you?

Pete: Yeah so…

Old Man: I’m the Meat Cleaver Murderer.

He pulled a meat cleaver out of the drawer and swung it straight at the screaming Pete.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note:

 

“Meet Mr Cleaver” was an idea where I thought up the twist ending before I thought up the story. It’s an OKAY story, but nothing special. The twist ending is average, and the plot is not that good. It’s one of me more forgettable ones, I guess you could say, an average story and nothing more.