Starting a new life in the town of Ashbrew with no clothes, except the ones on his back, filthy black jumper with a navy blue jacket, light blue jeans a stolen car, and no money or place to go.
Michael needs to set up ready to decide on a new plan of action. A motel opens nearby he pulls up and rents a room for the night, clarifying his situation he was allowed one night and to have paid for the following day. Lost in thought about what to do next. He gets on the bed and tries his hardest to fall asleep.
In the morning he hears a neighbour arguing with her boyfriend and looks out of the window, not wanting to be seen he shuts the curtain back over. He leaves it for ten minutes and opens to door to see a pretty young woman. In a black floral dress, a brown belt, and bucket hat, black sunglasses, and flat shoes. The perfect height of just five foot eight. Curly brown hair that reaches her shoulders. Michael purposely pushes past her as if he accidentally didn't see her. A roll of money drops out of her hand without her realizing it. She turns to say 'hey!' Unhappy with how he barged past and didn't apologize he looks at her up and down and says 'I'm so sorry, I didn't see you" swiping the money from off the floor he comes to a stand looking at her he winks. She looks away in disgust at how some old man would look at her like that. He beeps the horn as he drives passing her, and she rolls her eyes ignoring him.
He rubs his hands in relief, finally some money is in his pocket. He comes across a coffee shop and pulls over. A pleasant young woman offers to buy him a coffee. He accepts the offer and thanks her generosity. She sits at the table intrigued at how a man like him would be alone. Flirting she asks if he's married. Thinking about the brunette too much he says yes and shows her the ring on his finger "happily married forty-five years". She doesn't stop there, she asks him some more wanting to get his full attention. She writes in her notepad and rips out the page folding it up, she leaves it on the table for him. He looks up at her fed up with her mither he asks "what is this?" She replies "in case you change your mind" she winks as she continues to work pouring coffee for other customers, she glances over at him to see if he takes the note with him. He drains his coffee and while doing so he lifts the note to see what she had written down. With no facial expression, he leaves the note stands up, and leaves the coffee shop. The waitress is gutted he did not look at her in a way she was hoping to see him again.
He gets in the car and waits. He shakes his head as he pulls out a napkin he had slipped into his pocket it had the young woman's address followed by a time suitable for him to visit her. He got the pen out of his jacket pocket and quickly writes the name he saw on her name tag. Sam. Short for Samantha he smirks as he writes ' Samantha coffee shop girl' and rests it on the passenger seat with the pen on top. He starts moving and heads down the road. He heads towards Samantha's address. Which turns out to be the same motel he stayed out at the night before. He checks back in hoping for the room next door to hers if not then as close as he can get. On Samantha's note, she is in room 19, the receptionist looks Michael up and down and asks "are you expecting a visitor tonight?" Michael rudely replies "I'm free all night if you want to join" the smug look makes the receptionist feel uncomfortable. " I was just asking so I can make a note of it, it's just policy sir" she tries to keep cool as he leans in close to see her name tag. "mmm Megan is it? What a pretty name" his dirty breath, yellow stained teeth, and strong strain of sweat come hovering around her. She picks out a key quickly and tells him where to go. "Room 22" she rapidly puts the key on the top of the desk as he snaffles it with his right hand.
Later that night. Michael sat in his room on the bed as he watched the time on the clock turn to 7 pm. A small Phillips tv had the news channel on. Showing his house, an investigation had occurred. The postman had called the police on what looked like a freak accident. Michael watched as his face turned evil, he laughed as he sees locals from close by complain they hadn't heard anything, describing himself and Maggie as a quiet couple. 'My plan worked' he continued to mock their cries and devastation as he pours himself a glass of scotch. Remembering the note said 'Ashbrew motel, room 19, 7 pm' he leaves his room at 7:15 pm so it looks like he is not staying a few doors down from her. He knocks on the door with a light tap, hearing footsteps hurrying to the door, a young woman in sexy red lingerie opens the door and poses and she welcomes him in. He looks around noticing this woman does this a lot, rents out nice motel rooms, and pays extra for room service. He makes small talk ' so much for a three-star, this is looking more like a five-star, how did you get this room?' He asks believing she's an escort she responds ' I know right, I asked for a nice room, told them it's for business and they gave me this one she waves her arms showing off as if she was made of money. Impressed he looks at her, he comes in closer, putting his hands on her waist, picking her up and they begin to make out. On the bed the woman had some handcuffs and offered him to put them on her before he does he asks if she had anything to help him get started due to his age it had been a while; she grins and digs out a brand new sealed pack of viagra, she offers him condoms too and jokingly says ' just in case there are some swimmers left' he laughs it off and goes to the bathroom closing the door behind him. In the bathroom, he pulls the string attached to the small mirror to turn on the light as he starts to get undressed. He opens the packet of viagra pills, he turns the tap on letting the water run he gets out two pills gulping them down he cups a handful of cold water and gently tips it into his mouth trying not to spill. He gets enough down to push the pills to get them to work. Reading the box for instructions, he opens the pack of condoms, lifting one out ready. He takes a big deep breath closes his eyes and blows back out again he gets another handful of cold water splashing it gently into his face. He hears the young woman ask if he's alright and he replies ' yeah! All is good in here' embarrassed to say it will take longer to do anything when the viagra only works after thirty minutes.
He spends a further eleven minutes in the bathroom and Maggie appears as he looks at himself in the mirror. Jumping in fright he asks "what are you doing here?" She can not respond so when he turns around to see her again he is visited by his sister in law Anne who whispers in a stern voice "look what you did" he stares at her trying not to freak out and she rises in the air as she starts to yell once more "look what you did!!" Michel falls to the ground hiding in the corner he puts his head on his closed knees as he begins to rock back and forth "I didn't mean it! It was an accident". He closes his eyes after repeatedly screaming he's not a murderer Maggie comes towards him. She holds his hand in hers and tells him "what's wrong Michael, you scared!" She laughs looking at the tears in his eyes as he attempts to respond fast "wai…" wiping his eyes he gets paranoid, he starts to believe he has been drugged. He looks around for both Maggie and Anne but they are nowhere to be seen. "I'm .. I'm hallucinating" he mumbles to himself.
The woman knocks on the door "hey, I was going to order some room service do you want anything?" Michael rapidly looks up at the door and gets up off the floor. He puts a finger on the handle and responds "er yeah I am pretty hungry, I'm happy with whatever you order?" She replies quickly "sure!" As he hears her walking away tapping to make a call. He pulls down the handle unlocking the bathroom door "wow that took forever, has it worked?" She asks making small talk after him being in her bathroom for over half an hour. She looks at him but he doesn't say a word to her. "Do you want to leave?" she asks trying to get him to give her some sort of answer, about to wave her hand as if to say never mind instance he grabs her from behind, and her phone drops, and the screen cracks as she is then pushed onto the bed "didn't think you were the kinky type" she grins. He forcefully pushes her down in the middle of the bed pinning her arms as he gets on top, starting to hurt her she's no longer playing she tries to fight him off yelling "what the hell get off of me!!" He ignores her and instead screams back "you bitch you spiked my coffee!" Before she could tell him it wasn't her, he lets go of her arms and begins to strangle her to death, he grips her tight as she tries to escape from under him but her body gives up and she stops breathing within minutes.
Red raw hand marks cover her neck as her body lays still. Michael's heart races as he needs to think of a plan. He picks her phone up from the floor, checking to see if it works first, and then checks the time he could still make it to the nearby store. Thinking of what he could do to enable staff to walk in on her laying on the bed unresponsive he turns the water on in the bath and lets it run without putting the plug in. He picks up her lifeless body and lays her down in the bathroom, closing the door over making it look as though they spent a few hours together and he's leaving while she freshens up.
So far his plan had seemed to be successful. He gets in the car and starts cursing at just how easily he does this and he doesn't know why he can't stop it. He gets to the nearby hardware store, in the car he looks about to see if Anne had left shopping bags, he checks the back and then decides to check the boot where there are five good quality heavy lift shopping bags perfect for what he was about to take. He enters the store keeping his head down going past the counter not making any eye contact at all, going up the aisles he grabs two lots of hydrochloride acid and puts them straight into the bag. He takes a sly glance at the woman serving and takes his time he gets closer to the doorway pretending to be shopping so she doesn't watch him stealing when playing on her phone and chewing her nails, he leaves the store without the sirens blasting. He calmly gets in the car and drives away. Two police cars pull up to the store but he doesn't speed up the drives slowly to not give off too much suspicion. They don't come to the window as he pulls off the car park and drives back to the motel. He takes a big deep breath "that was close" he says to himself looking in the mirror to see if they had gone into the store or not.
He pulls up to the motel and catches his eyes with the security camera installed directly above the doors to see the car park. He enters the building looking to see if there are any more cameras only to realize he's been on camera this whole time. He goes stone cold trying not to make it too obvious that he's got acid that dissolves bodies inside a Sainsbury's heavyweight shopping bag. Sweat comes straining down his face he starts to get hot sweats in panic. His mind goes into overdrive and the constant questions run through his head "what if… did they see anything… what do I do…" he closes his eyes for a few seconds and reopens them knowing it looks a little odd to be in deep thought in the reception area of a motel.
Hurrying past quickly he gets to the room and knocks as if she's alive. He enters closing the door. He gets the acid out of the bag and checks the bathroom cupboard to make sure there are cleaning products in there to use. Luckily there was. He makes a start on stripping the young woman naked and places her in the bath with the plug in and fills it up with water he stops the water running just as it reaches the tip of her nose and then adds the acid fast. He holds his breath as the toxins fill the room.
He leaves the bathroom quickly as he starts having a coughing fit knowing he could die just from inhaling the toxins he leaves the room, taking the door key with him and the girl's phone. He goes to his room and starts pacing not knowing how long it will take before he can finally go on the run again he starts to freak out. He throws the phone across the room, he swings the glass from off his table at the tv in full force making the tv fall off the table and shatter on the floor. He slides down the side of the bed with his legs spread and head flopped to the side not knowing what he can do next.
With no phone, and no internet connection to even see how long it takes for the body to completely go so he can leave. He checks room 19 after twenty-four hours. He tries to act as if the woman was still alive he knocks on the door and enters saying hey as he walks in. Understanding he is now being watched on CCTV he acts to be making a conversation. While he was in the room he checked the bathroom to see what was happening he covered his face tightly with a hand towel. Hurrying out, the room service woman stands quietly in front of the door seeing Michael leave with his face covered over, she startled him when he sees her. He goes pale instantly and doesn't say a word. "Did you order room service?" She asks. Stunned he responds "er no, sorry it wasn't us" he shows a small awkward smile as he stands shamefully in front of the bathroom door with his left hand covering his right hand. "Are you okay?" she asks concerned. She comes closer to Michael as he jumps defending the bathroom door so she couldn't go in "NO! Don't go in there" she steps back as he raises his voice. Seeing the fear in her eyes "I'm so sorry.. he laughs I didn't mean to make you jump I have bowel issues you see so I wouldn't go in there anytime soon" she looks at him not sure how to react to a bizarre comment she walks back to the door and leaves saying nothing.
Another deep breath breaks out as he realizes now just how close he is to being caught.
He decides to stay in room 19 for a night and checks the bathroom in the morning.
It's been 48 hours. Samantha's body has officially deteriorated. No trace of her body now or the after Michael used two full tubs of acid he comes out of the bathroom mortified "oh my god, I didn't mean to do that" annoyed with himself he starts to hit himself in the head "stupid! Stupid!" he shouts quietly at himself.
He gathers her clothes and folds them back up neatly in her drawer as though she never had them on. He is finally able to evacuate the motel before anyone figures out what had happened.