After a tedious day of work, Connor began the short walk back to his small apartment. He was eager to throw back a beer, unwind, and catch some sleep before the next work day. The walk was not far, only a few blocks from the center of the town. On a usual day he drove, but his car was in the shop at a neighboring town, where the blood stains from his previous incident with Veronica were being cleaned out. Explaining what had happened to the employees at the car shop had not been his most convincing work, but they seemed to buy his story. Realizing that he had forgotten his laptop at his office, he turned around began walking in the opposite direction. As he walked closer to the building that occupied his office suite, he noticed people along the streets watching something with horror filled in their eyes. His pace sped up once he realized that it was his office that everyone was watching.Ā He stood a few feet away from the door, unsure of what to do. He felt paralyzed, unable to reach for his cell phone or ask someone for help. Clearly not thinking straight, he lifted his shirt over his nose and opened the door to his office, trying to gather as many unburnt documents as possible.
As the intended target rushed into the burning office to start saving what documents he could and stamp out the growing flames, the killer continued to lurk behind the drapes. Peering out of them in silence as smoke accumulated in the room.Ā
They couldnāt wait forever, unfortunately.
Without warning, the dark figure flung itself out from their hiding spot, crashing into Connor with great force. It caused both to topple to the ground and within seconds, the masked individual was scrambling to get at the lawyer. There was a flash of light reflected from the flamesā light -- the only indication that a knife had been withdrawn, and they were currently doing their damnedest to sink it into Connor Harringtonās flesh throughout the struggles.
And meanwhile, the fire grew.Ā
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