5:30am at the Saxon tower.
Those that were asleep were awoken by a shrilling sound of someone screaming. The sharp sound came from the garden to which security guards rushed, armed with guns, tasers and sticks to take on the intruder.
They were beaten to the scene by fierce dogs whose barking alarmed those that were in the tower even more. The Saxon tower had an emergency alarm that could be sent out in case of danger.
It was sounded and pretty quickly, all the lights in the tower were switched on. The deep sleepers also awakened, those that were exercising rushed out from the gym, the cooks run from the kitchen. Everyone found the nearest and quickest exist out of the tower.
Those that did not get out came together in a safe house where they found refuge and started monitoring the compound from screens, observing camera footage.
The first people to arrive at the scene were the security guards, their arrival was met by the surprising scene of Dickson on the tower grounds. Initially, he appeared to be sleeping on the grass but when the light hit him properly, they realized that was not the case.
Dickson was lifeless, his face was pale and his lips blue. When they observed further, they noticed he had a couple of gunshot wounds to his arms and chest, multiple stab wounds, some of his broken bones had poked out of his skin. His arms and legs had been broken like those of a marionette.
From the ligature marks around his neck, he seemed to have been strangled as well. As if that was not enough, there were huge bite marks allover his body like he had been bitten by a hell hound or a pair of normal dogs with very large teeth.
The sight frightened even the bodyguards that had once fought wars and killed enemies of the country. They had never seen someone that had been killed so brutally in so many different ways.
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How had he even made it back to the tower without being noticed especially with all of the injuries that he had.
"Good God! How did this happen? What or who did this to him?" Polly covered his mouth, gritting his teeth against the urge to vomit.
Some of the guards with weak stomachs, rushed a few steps back to throw up.
"How did get onto the grounds, someone check through the footage and find answers." The head butler shouted.
"How can this happen at the Saxon estate?" One rued, his hands trembled as he continued to study the body.
He was an expert and he could see that the injuries had not all been sustained at the same time. The spots on the skin indicated poison but he was not certain if that was the cause of death.
Another scoffed. "Am I the only one that feels he deserved it?" He settled his eyes on the waist belt around Dickson’s waist. A spider was sneaking out, the bodyguard waited for it and he stomped it to death.
Polly began to make some calls, first to Ramon, the butler of the elderly couple whom he requested to wake the patriarch and matriarch.
"Ramon." He paused for a bit. "It is a code red, hell not just red, we have a murder on tower grounds." Polly hung up almost immediately.
Because of the close relationship they had, Polly called David who was still sleeping, dreaming of him and Phoebe and their daughter in the kids park. He had spent the night at the tower so when he received the news, he bolted from the bed upon at lightning speed.
Not once did he drop the phone as he had many questions to ask, beginning with the cause of death.
"Dead? Are you certain that he is dead and are you one hundred percent sure that it is him?" David’s voice echoed through the phone.
He hurriedly draped a bathrobe around his shoulders. Without pause he began to walk out of the bedroom partially dressed.
Polly sighed regretfully. "Yes it is him, I have scanned his fingerprints and face."
Upon confirmation, David hung up and rushed towards the elevator. Once he reached the ground floor, he was greeted by a large numbers of Saxons who were rushing towards the garden. Murmurs about what might have occurred circulated within them.
"I heard an ear piercing sound, something must have happened." Nini kept springing on her toes to see what was beyond through a window.
Dean winced loudly. "If grandpa is heading there as well then that means that something serious happened." He suspected.
No Saxon was satisfied with peeking through the window and they rushed out to witness in person what had the patriarch and matriarch in a rush.
They were noisy like buzzing bees heading towards a garden of flowers. In no time they reached the garden and saw what all the fuss was about, an unexpected death in the family.
On setting sights on Dickson’s dead body, some shuddered, others made the sign of the cross, many gasped in shock, some sighed in relief and they felt lighter as if a burden had been lifted from their shoulders but there were others that only twisted their lips in smiles. A dead Dickson was better than an alive Dickson whose whereabouts and future plans were unknown.
"I say good riddance to bad rubbish." Philip muttered.
Niles sneered, "Someone should pop the champagne."
"Serves him right!" Acacia voiced quietly, she was relieved that her brother Phillip was completely safe from Dickson’s claws.
Grandpa Saxon gave her one piercing look before shifting his eyes back to the dead body. He took in the scene quickly and drew conclusions in his mind, wondering how the matter would be concluded. Just like the bodyguards, he had a question; how had Dickson made it back on tower grounds safely?
"Who found him?" He asked Polly who in turn pointed at the gardener. The poor guy had fallen into a deep stupor, his skin whiter than that of snow white.
"Gomez!" The loud sound of someone calling his name made him flinch nervously. Polly has to jolt him back to his senses by shaking him. "Gomez, now is not the time to lose it. The patriarch wants to ask you a few questions." He let him go and shoved him before the patriarch.
"In what condition did you find him? Were you the first to come across the body and what time did you find him? Lastly, why were you here so early in the morning?" Rufus’ voice was low but demanding.
In as much as he did not like Dickson. It was horrible that he had been killed on Saxon land. The news of his banishment had already spread, no doubt Phillip’s attempted murder and the threats which had been made were possibly out there as well.
The gardener shook his head. "I-I do not know, I came to trim the roses early because I have the afternoon off. As I was walking by, I noticed something lying there. When I took a closer look, it was Mr. Dickson." He shook his head repeatedly wishing that he would scrap the image from his head.
"Shhhh." Someone hushed the group. "It is Margaret, she is coming over here." She alerted.