with people all around the place and music loud enough to block out all of your thoughts, vince didn’t even bother making a proper announcement. he muttered something to his friends about heading to the car to get more alcohol, and then he was off, determined to accomplish his planned mission.
on his way down he noticed some people at the main entrance. “probably penny’s friends” he assumed, making his way past the front door and down yet another flight of stairs that led him to the back door in the sort of basement of the building. he always parked his car at the back now, after this middle aged angry neighbor, who was probably a father of four, returned from his vacation and yelled at him for using his parking spot. so after months of parking where the other residents did, he always took the extra mile and went around the building to avoid complications with the elders. also, ‘cause the back wasn’t nearly as monitored by curious housewives in the kitchen windows, and god help him if they saw him hotboxing the car.
the air outside was chilly, he had to admit. he rushed to his vehicle, his mind focusing on that task mostly. he was almost there when he thought he could see someone from the corner of his eye. he stopped, turned, even looked around, but there was no one to be seen. he sighed to himself, figuring it was just his drunk self playing pranks on him, and continuned his stroll peacefully.
he made it to the trunk, a quick smile of accomplishment appearing on his face as he opened it and began picking up bottles. he was so busy trying to collect all of the most important booze that he didn’t even hear the footsteps behind him. when he turned around, he almost dropped all the alcohol.
before him was a person. a something. something in a black cloak with this quite spooky, especially in this lightning, mask on.
“oh shit!” he took a step backwards, frustrated for a second, but then relaxed himself with a short laugh. “dude, you fucking scared me there.” but he didn’t get a response. “nice outfit, man. where did you get that mask? it’s a bit tacky, but it goes well with your film persona thingy.” he laughed. “can you hold these for a second?” he then attempted to pass some of the bottles over to the person, but they didn’t seem eager to help. he sighed, putting the bottles to the ground, before turning back to the trunk, only to see it close abruptly. he turned to the person, now quite confused, irritated even. “okay, kurtis, i get the joke, you can stop now.” he wanted to turn back to his task when he thought he could see something shiny sliding out of the masked man’s sleeve. a knife.
he took a step backwards, tripping over some bottles. “kurtis, this is just getting weird.” he commented, raising his hands as in in self-defense. then he attempted to reach out for the knife, hoping his roommate would cut that shit out and hand it to him. it did happen. kind of. before he could even calculate the distance between them, the knife moved fast in his direction and finally found a resting point in his stomach. he took a sharp breath, letting out a sound full of shock, pain, fear. this wasn’t a joke anymore.
soon after came the next blow. and then another one and one more, as he was leaning now against his car, the blade stuck in his abdomen and tears forming in his eyes. breathing became too overwhelming. all he could do was let out terrified, yet weak sobs, as the person’s hand went around his neck, squeezing at his throat.
his eyes were wide open, staring into the black holes of the mask.
the blade was pushed again into his body, now moving upwards, doing a decent job of painfully slicing him open.
the last thing he saw was the puddle of blood that had escaped from his mouth the moment his body hit the ground.
but then it all just faded.