Leave no Witnesses

CHAPTER 4

Having a class full of rowdy students was not the highlight of Michelle's day. She'd much rather be home sipping a glass of Merlot, reading one of her favourite books.

Michelle had been teaching for three years at Bellmore Academy for the insanely rich and well off. Some of the students walked around the school like they own the place. Which they might have will have, because their parents were twice as bad. The worst part about being a teacher for Michelle was dealing with parents. Some were willing to cooperate with the teachers to help their children while others just couldn't wait to throw the blame on the teachers for every bad thing that their child did.

She was packing up, as it was the end of the school day and the end of the week. Thank god! She couldn't wait to get home and put her feet up. Her intentions were to run herself a hot bath and relax until it was time to make dinner for herself and her husband.

She smiled when she thought about her husband. Riccardo was complaining that he never gets to see her anymore. She'd tried many times to explain to him that she had to stay late sometimes to oversee detentions and grade papers. Sometimes she found it easier to plan in her class and be done with it than to carry her work home. That way it left her with more time to spend with her husband.

As the students started to pile out the classroom, Michelle released a relief breath. She loved her job, it offered her an insight into the minds of teens, but she was looking forward to going home and spending some much-needed quality time with her husband.

A few student waved goodbye as they were leaving and Michelle smiled and waved back. She felt someone watching her and she looked up to see Josh Brown grinning at her. Michelle blowed out a breath and folded her arms. She couldn't wait to hear what smart words were going to coming out of his mouth.

"Is there something you needed, Josh?"

Josh just shrugged his shoulder and took a step forward. Michelle held up her hand to halt his progress. She knew exactly what he was trying to do and she wasn't about to encourage it.

"That's as far as you go young man."

The easy grin Josh was always able to muster up for the naïve girls in the school slipped from his face. Michelle sighed inwards, did he really think that flashing his pearly white and giving her a few flirtatious comments would make her forget that she was his teacher. She had to put a stop to it for both their sakes.

"This has got to stop Josh, I'm your teacher and I'm a happily married woman. It's inappropriate the way you have been looking at me and the things you say. I had hope that with time you would see the error of your ways and put an end to this nonsense. But I can see that I was wrong. However, if you continue with this behaviour of yours, I will have to report you to the principal."

Josh face fell and Michelle almost felt bad for being so harsh to him. But then his disappointment was replaced with anger. He took a few steps closer to Michelle and she stood her ground. He was trying to intimidate her and she almost rolled her eyes. If it came to it, student or no student, she was going to kick his ass.

"I've done nothing but be nice to you, I gave you gifts,-"

"Which I didn't ask for or accepted."

"-Wrote you poems-"

"Which were well structured and thought through."

"-Why don't you like me?"

Michelle sighed and let her shoulders relax. She forced herself to remember that he was just a kid and not a threat.

"I do like you Josh, but as teacher likes her student. Nothing more. I'm sorry sweetie, but a relationship between us would be highly inappropriate."

Josh shoulders slumped in defeat and he grabbed his bag and stormed out of the room. Michelle fell back against the wall and let out a frustrated breath. She packed the rest of her stuff up and made her way out of the class and out of the building.

With her car keys in hand, she located her car and was about to get in when strong hands grabbed her from behind. Michelle dropped her bag and keys and was getting ready to attack, but stopped when she heard a voice she recognised.

"I was looking at you from across the parking lot and I thought, this beautiful woman looks like she needs a lift, so being the gentleman that I am, I decided to offer my services."

Michelle giggled and turned around to face her handsome husband. She placed her hands on his chest and played with the buttons on his shirt.

"You know, I was just seconds away from giving you the beating of your life. Lucky for you that you spoke or you would have been on the ground passed out from the pain."

Riccardo's eyebrows raised in amusement and he chuckled. Michelle wouldn't hurt a fly much less a person. She was a scaredy cat. She was all, save the animals and green peace to the world. His wife was the biggest animal rights activist he knew. When they first met all she ever talked about, was how so much more should be done for all the homeless animals in the country, and around the world. She wanted to make a different and change the world one animal at a time.

He always wondered why she never when ahead with her dreams of becoming a Vet. She told him that because she grew up in a group home she felt like teaching was the right choice for her. But someone who was so passionate about animals just don't lose that drive. However, whatever it was much have been really important for her to just jump career trains.

"Well, I guess I am lucky, aren't I?"

Riccardo paused for a bit, using his hand he sweeped a loose curl away from her face. She smiled at him and he continued.

"So, would you do me the honour of accompanying me home?"

Michelle slid her hands up his chest and placed it around his neck.

"I'd love too, but there is just this one problem of my car."

Riccardo smiled.

"Don't worry, Peter will take care of that?"

As if on cue, Peter came forward and picked up her bag and her keys. He handed the bag to her and kept the keys. She watched as he unlocked the door without saying a word and got in. Michelle laughed as she watched Peter tried to squeeze his large frame into her Porsche. It was like watching an adult squeezed into a child's toy car.

As Peter drove off Michelle turned to her husband who was laughing also.

"That was very mean of you. We might have to cut him out just to get him out of there."

Riccardo chuckled.

"We just might."

They both started to walk hand in hand to Riccardo's Audi Q7. When they got to the car Riccardo opened the passenger door for Michelle. She was about to go in when she felt the hair on the back of her neck stood. She frowned her brows and cast a look around the parking lot, but saw no one.

Riccardo looked at her with concern.

"Are you alright?"

She gave the parking lot a once over then smiled at her husband.

"Yes, just thought I heard something. Must have been my imagination."

They both got into the car and drove off, but Michelle wasn't foolish to think that they weren't being watched. And she had a strong feeling she knew who is was.

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"Secure the grounds and report back to base when you're done."

"Copy that boss."

The guard patrolling the Montgomery estate spoke into is radio. He pocked his radio and went about doing his final sweep of the grounds before his shift ended. Little did he know that that was going to be his final day as well.

He took his torched out, shining it at every dark corner. The ghost killer rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Amateur."

"W-who there?"

The guard span around fast, shining his torch where he thought the sound came from. His hands were shaking and he was getting very scared. He never wanted to take the job in the first, but Mr Montgomery was paying a lot and he needed the money.

When he saw nothing he released a breath and cursed his imagination for playing tricks on him. He hated that he had to put his life in danger for a bunch of rich people. He couldn't wait for his shift to end so that he can go home to his dog Buster. He had a football game and a cold beer waiting on him.

After giving the grounds one final sweep he started to head back. A movement to the side caught his attention and he turned. He started to pick up speed and his feet started moving in time with his heart beat. Forget securing the grounds, he'll leave that for the next guard, he just wanted to get the hell up outta there.

He stumbled, dropping his torch and was engulfed in darkness. Using his hands he felt around until he found it. Grabbing it, he turned it back on. With shaking hands, he held it in front of him like weapon.

The ghost killer had long since forgot about him, but he made the mistake of shining the torch his way. The guard eyes went wide as he filled up with extreme fear.

"Y-you're him. T-the g-ghost killer."

The ghost killer knew what he had to do, he didn't want to kill the guard but he couldn't let him live either. The guard saw his face, he had to die.

With shaky hand the guard reached for the whistle around his neck, but before he even got a chance to put it to his mouth the killer was by his side. His eyes widen with shock and fear. He looked to the spot at the far end where the killer was standing and back to where he was. The speed in which he moved wasn't humanly possible.

"H-how did y-"

He never got a chance to finish his sentence as neck was held between strong hands and snapped. His lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud and the ghost killer went back to his mission. Eliminating Lance Montgomery.

He moved along the walls of the buildings swiftly evading all securities and cameras. It was almost too easy.

He made his way through the house until he found his target. Lance Montgomery was sitting by his fire place with a glass of scotch in his hands. The ghost killer removed his Glock 42 and screw the silencer in placed. He raised the gun and aimed it at his target. He had an uneasy feeling, something just didn't feel right, but he had a job to do.

Lance Montgomery turned and face the killer whose face was hidden by the darkness of the dimly lit room. The killer moved more into the shadows, but kept his gun trained on him.

"Well I guess my time is up. I was wondering how long it would take before the Guardian sent one of his Eagles to do the job."

The ghost killer never moved, even as Lance got up and started moving. He just stood there following him with his eyes and his gun. And as Lance talked, the killer listened to the distant foot fall he heard approaching east of him. He counted about ten men. He mapped out his escaped route and waited. However, he knew no matter what happened he had to finish his job and leave no witnesses.

"Sorry to disappoint you but today will not be the day I die."

Just as the words left his mouth, ten well-built men came piling into the room. Each had guns pointed in the ghost killer direction.

Lance turned to his men and spoke.

"Get this over with, I'd like to be in bed in 20 minutes."

He made to leave and the killer knew he couldn't let that happen. With a quick flick of his wrist he threw a throwing star at the light and the room was soon in darkness.

"What are you idiots waiting for, kill him!!"

Montgomery men sprang into action at his command. They moved about the room, bumping into each other and the furniture. The ghost killer closed his eyes and adjusted his night vision. When he opened his eyes he saw the men trying to circle him in and Lance cowering in a corner.

He smiled and swiftly moved in the direction Lance was. One of the men bumped into him and he side stepped him. The man made a grab for him again and he ducked, grabbing the man hand and twisting it behind his back with such force, the bone broke in several places. He cried out alerting the others who came rushing over.

The man fall to his knees and the killer deliver a death blow to the back of neck. He continued on his way to his targets, fighting men as they came his way and never breaking a sweat. He dodged and blocked attacks after attacks moving at an above average speed. One of the men grabbed him from behind and he used his elbow to strike him in the gut then in the same breath he grabbed his hand and flung him over his shoulders. He twisted the hand he was still holding and used his foot to snap the man's neck.

He look around and saw that only one man was left standing between him and his target. The man came running towards him and he leapt backwards, bouncing off the wall landing behind his opponent. He grabbed the last standing man's neck from behind and with as much force as possible he pulled and fell to the ground taking the man with him.

Without checking to see if the man was dead he retrieved his gun and made his way to his target.

Lance Montgomery was shaking and pleading for his life. The ghost killer raised his guy and fired three times. He holstered his gun and turned to walk away then the room was suddenly flooded with light.

"Hold it right there. Now where do you think you're going?"

The ghost killer stopped and stayed still. From the sound of the breathing he knew that it was only one man. The person moved closer in the room and kept his gun trained on the killer.

"Turn around slowly, with your hands up in the air and no sudden moves or I'll put a bullet in your brain."

Before the man even knew what was happening, the killer was already moving at a speed too fast for him to keep up with. His gun was kicked from his hands and he went flying with it. He hit his head and struggled to maintain consciousness. His vision blurred and started to darken, a dark figure stood over him with a gun pointed to his head and his thought went to Maggie. His beautiful fiancé. Maggie will be so devastated by his death.

He waited for the person to pull the trigger but nothing happened. The guy just stared at him then holstered his gun. He raised his foot and kicked Martin in the face and everything went black.

The ghost killer turned and walked out of the room, leaving his very first witness.

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