Title: The Serial: The Beginning

Blood Type: Midol.

Disclaimer: Gravitation is not owned by me in any way, shape or form. But I have to obey it. Because it's the law.

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Author's Notes: Next up: The Newsflash

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He sincerely wished that it could have been dark and rainy, for that was how all suspense novels started, but as it turned out the day dawned bright and sunny, a gentle breeze stirring the leaves on the trees in the park.

When committing murder, it was important to choose a time carefully; one had to make sure that there would be no witnesses about and especially – especially – no police. Therefore, it was beneficial to commit the act very late at night or very early in the morning. And it was indeed, very early in the morning and the jogger would be rounding the corner any second, as he did every morning at five.

And he would pay. They would pay. They would all pay.

And so he waited, somewhat impatiently. Five minutes passed and he wondered if perhaps the jogger wouldn't come. Perhaps the jogger had overslept and was running late to work. But no, there he was, rounding the corner, without his black-framed glasses, but the jogger was unmistakable: he had the look of a businessman that spent too much time worrying, nearly palpable in its magnitude.

His moment was here. His moment was now. And he took it.