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Post by Mello on Sept 25, 2008 14:11:00 GMT -5
Now, this was cosy. B sat down on the couch, eating a jar of jam he'd found in the fridge. He preferred strawberry, but this would do. His victim would come in through the back door, and come in here next. He didn't need to drug this one; he was easily stronger.
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Post by Matt on Sept 25, 2008 14:18:12 GMT -5
Violet turned the key in the back door of her flat, a little pink in the cheeks but not quite drunk. She smiled to herself as she threw the keys onto the kitchen counter, then moved through to the living room.
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Post by Mello on Sept 25, 2008 14:21:50 GMT -5
B looked up as he saw her come in. He stood up, giving her a smile.
"Hello."
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Post by Matt on Sept 25, 2008 14:26:05 GMT -5
Violet froze, shocked. Only as she backed into the kitchen did her mind begin to register the image of the madman sat in her house.
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Post by Mello on Sept 25, 2008 14:27:35 GMT -5
B snickered as he stalked his prey, cracking his neck to the side. There was nowhere for her to run.
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Post by Matt on Sept 25, 2008 14:38:20 GMT -5
Finally some sort of reaction kicked in and she screamed, tripping over backwards then scrambling to her feet to reach the door.
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Post by Mello on Sept 25, 2008 14:39:47 GMT -5
B watched her, spinning her keys around one finger.
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Post by Matt on Sept 25, 2008 14:43:14 GMT -5
She banged the glass panes, her eyes flickering between the black street and the sick eyes staring at her. This was ridiculous...
"Get... you... Get out!" she shouted stupidly.
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Post by Mello on Sept 25, 2008 14:45:26 GMT -5
"No thank you." he answered politely, moving forwards.
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Post by Matt on Sept 25, 2008 14:49:40 GMT -5
"Who the hell are you?!" she yelled.
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Post by Mello on Sept 25, 2008 14:52:44 GMT -5
"Call me B." he answered with a cruel smirk.
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Post by Matt on Sept 25, 2008 15:02:03 GMT -5
She almost laughed at how ridiculous this man was.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she spat, high on adrenallin.
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Post by Mello on Sept 25, 2008 15:04:02 GMT -5
"Who do I think I am? Now there's an interesting question."
He widened his eyes, tilting his head on one side to survey her.
"And who do you think you are, Violet?"
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Post by Matt on Sept 25, 2008 15:08:17 GMT -5
Her heart flipped.
"How do you know who I am?" she asked, not noticing how frightened and pathetic she sounded.
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Post by Mello on Sept 25, 2008 15:11:09 GMT -5
"I know a lot about you. I know about how you really hate Mike and just wish he'd leave you alone..."
Well, he'd found that out from listening to her answering machine messages. Mike had left her fifteen messages begging her to talk to him.
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