Andy’s mind started to fire up. Electric signals travelled the course of his brain and temporarily mislead his body into forgetting the unbearable pain searing from his arm. Like an old automobile engine, Andy’s body coughed and spluttered before eventually leading him to start up. “You’re…!” Andy screamed with a tone Lucifer would be proud of himself. “You killed Heather! You bastard! I’m gonna kill you, you bastard!”
Leyland Rondel was a six foot three, twenty stone forty five year old. He resembled a member of the Italian mafia - cigar in one hand, neatly dressed in an Armani suit, sitting in his office chair as if he owned the entire world. In all honesty, Leyland was such a powerful man, he could take the entire world at the click of a finger. You didn’t mess with Leyland Rondel. His eyes were menacing, piercing - like looking into two black holes in the deep void of space. He had slick, medium length black hair, combed back behind his ears, and had grown a carpet of facial hair on his chin. “I want my money Mr Amaratha” Leyland repeated with a growl. “You know what I am capable of to get it back. Your wife was just the beginning.” He smiled callously as he saw Andy’s face shake with fear. “Sandra! Anna! If you touch them…!” Andy couldn’t finish his sentence. A twenty stone fist heading for his chin was the last thing he saw.
The drugs were still messing with Andy’s mind. In his unconsciousness he was transported to another place. He was in open air. He looked up to his blackened surroundings and smiled. The stars lit up the night sky - it was such a beautiful sight. Andy remembered taking Heather out on a clear summer’s evening and watching the sun set and the stars take over. He admired the world he lived in. The beauty of nature reminded him of Heather. She had a facial structure that formed the face of an angel, with long blonde flowing hair that smelt as sweet as the nectar of the plants. He often admired the way Heather could talk to anybody she met, the ease at which she could make a guy go weak at the knees, and the way that she was completely devoted to him - or at least that was what he thought…