The Neighbor's Deadly Secret

On the days he would miss a feeding, he would age a little. Over centuries of time, the accusation of missed feedings had given him his old age appearance. And in a way, he liked it. He liked looking old. Most people don't bother an old man who lives alone. Besides, when he was younger-looking, it reminded him too much of happier times and his beloved Amelia.

Richard began to look around Martin's house. He noticed that all the photographs and paintings were very old and there were none that were less than one hundred years old. Richard's throat began to get dry and he needed something to drink like a glass of water or something. Martin was sitting on the sofa trying to figure out what was going on and had his head in his hands. He didn't notice Richard go into the kitchen and open the cupboard and take out a wine glass.

Since Python never carried a gun, Martin was able to swoop down and wrestle Python to the floor. He wasn't expecting the strength that Python had. It came as a surprise to Martin. But, not as surprising as Python was at the strength this old man had. Python was impressed. Python threw some blows to Martin and Martin threw some punches back, knocking Python on his ass. "Damn!" Python said as he was wiping the blood from his split lip that Martin had given him. "You're a strong bastard for an old man."