Charles awoke from his sleep at the sound of partying in the apartment across the street. He sat up and looked out the window. He got up and went to the window. The apartment was only a few feet away from his. He opened the window and stuck his head out.
"Hey!" he yelled. "Turn off that racket! I'm trying to sleep!"
A guy approached the window and looked out at him. The man didn't do anything but smile at him and walked away. Charles got dressed and left his apartment.
He went in the apartment building across the street and headed for the room. It wasn't a hard room to find, either, since there was loud music blaring behind the door. Charles had to be careful not to be seen or someone would call the cops. He knocked on the door and a man answered.
"What?" the man asked.
"I said turn that music down!" yelled Charles.
The man just looked at him and then shoved him into the wall and pointed at him. "Why don't you just scram, little man?" he said and closed the door.
Charles stepped away from the wall. "We'll see who's the little man."
The man who answered the door got up from the couch, left the apartment room, and headed towards the bathroom. He walked over to one of the urinals and did his business. When he was finished he flushed the urinal and walked over the sink. He turned on the water and started to wash his hands. Just then a hand grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the sink mirror. He fell to the floor with a thud. The man turned his head to see who it was. It was Charles.
"You! You're dead you little -" the man started. Then Charles knelt down, took out a switchblade, and cut the man's throat. Blood poured out of the guy's neck. Charles stood up and left the bathroom.