He was still over a half mile to the road. If only he could make it, they wouldn't try anything because there would be some cars driving by. He looked back again and saw the skinny guy right behind him! Only about ten feet away. This guy was pretty fast.
   Todd saw a pile of bricks, so he quickly stopped and grabbed one. The skinny trouble maker was trying to jump on him when Todd hit him still holding the brick. He cleaned his clock! Got him right in the forehead and he was out cold. He heard the pounding of footsteps. The fat guy was coming. He could see him about fifty feet away. He hit the passed out punk in the head two more times, just to be sure he was down for the count. And then he took off running again.
   He glanced back to see the fat guy about thirty feet away. He dodged left, then left again, then right. He was worried that the fat guy would throw the axe again. He jumped over another dead tree and looked back. The fat guy was about fifty feet away now. He couldn't keep up. Todd smiled to himself, knowing that he was losing him. The road was about a quarter of a mile away now and Todd knew he would make it. He looked back and saw the fat punk over a hundred feet away, leaning on a tree, trying to catch his breath.
   Todd turned around and ran back toward the fat guy. He picked up a rock and threw it at the blob. It missed him by two feet. "You'll never catch me you fat son of a bitch" Todd yelled. 
   "Frankie, get this mother fucker!" He yelled, apparently unaware of his friends condition. He must have caught his breath, because he suddenly started running again. Todd took off too. Heading toward the road. He heard a whoosh, whoosh in his right ear and an axe flew by him. It missed him by a foot and it landed on the ground about thirty feet in front of him. He ran toward it as fast as he could. About ten feet before the axe, he looked back and saw the fat guy leaning on a tree again, trying to catch his breath.
   Todd grabbed the axe and ducked out of sight. He found two wide trees that were close together and he stood behind them.    The fat guy ran up and started looking around for his axe. Todd bent down and picked up a small rock. The big ball of jell-O was getting close.
   Todd threw the small rock on the other side of the fat man and when he turned to look behind him, Todd ran up on his blind side and hit him square in the back with the axe. The big guy fell to his knees and Todd hit him again. He aimed for his head, but he hit him on top of his right shoulder. The full blade of the axe sunk into his body this time and he was dead instantly. Blood shot out all around as if he busted a water balloon.
   Todd ran back to check on his skinny friend. He was dead too. What a relief. And what a workout. Todd fell to the ground and sat there, resting. He was exhausted.
   As he sat there trying to catch his breath, he wondered if the cops would believe him. After all, he was at the scene of the crime when the boy got killed. They might try to blame him. They have proof that he killed these two. And that might be enough to hold him for the boy too.
   I have got to get rid of these bodies, he thought. I am not going to take any chances. He dragged the skinny guy over near the fat guy and threw some leaves on them. I'll keep a diary and when I am dead, they can figure it out.
   He went to a nearby pond and washed the blood off of him. Then he ran home. He threw a shovel into his pick-up truck and drove back to the scene. They were still there.
   He dug one big hole and buried both of them in it. He covered the fresh dug spot with leaves and went home.