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It rested innocuously enough in his pocket, its sudden added weight disproportionate to its small size. About the length of one's middle finger and roughly the width of two fingers pressed together, it was sleek, state-of-the-art, and above all else, sexy. He ran his thumb absently but obsessively over the curves, the smooth surface strangely comforting to his jangling nerves. A thin, nigh invisible wire snaked out of his pocket, up alongside his shirt, splitting roughly at the point of his breastbone, ending in two "bud" headphones plugged firmly in his ears. His head bobbed slightly to the beat, fine blonde hair falling in his eyes.
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In the other pocket was something about the same size and shape as his other cargo. It was not as smooth, its sides being textured and there being dips and rises in its middle, nor did it possess the same kind of sexy. The first object was sexy in the way that the newest technology is always desirable. The second was sexy in the way that raw, unadulterated power is sexy.
Overall, there was a strange, strong feeling of potential energy hovering around him, like a spring coiled so tightly, or that eternal second before the hammer clicks down. There was an extra bounce in his step and a glint in his eyes, and a certain edge to his smile.
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The night was dark and starless, clouds swirling black and heavy over the expanse of sky. Trees were twisted, mutated silhouettes just off the sidewalk, and the pools of light cast by the streetlamps seemed weak and watery. In the distance, over the mountains, lightning flashed faintly and thunder rumbled quietly. This was not, as they said, a fit night for man nor beast.
Most people were inside their houses, arms wrapped around their sweeties, watching a movie, or, more likely, "watching" a movie.
He glanced at each house number as he walked down the street, drawing ever closer to his final destination. His page was long and purposeful, speeding up imperceptibly as he passed through the weak yellow pools on the sidewalk.
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He pulled the second object out of his pocket and flicked his thumb along the side. Mechanisms clicked, and with a small snick, silver shot out of his fist.
He continued to walk, his blue eyes lighting on a house number about two houses down. Reflective numbers, glaring with light from the streetlamp, indicated that this was indeed house 344.
He walked a little faster.
As his foot landed in the pool of light cast by the nearest lamp, the bulb, with a sharp crack, went out.
He walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. There was movement inside, then footsteps in the main hall.
The door opened, and she appeared, hair tousled, clothes rumpled, a hickey bruising a small portion of her neck. She stared at him.
"Hey what are you -"
She suddenly found herself unable to continue as a sudden line of red blossomed along her throat. She gagged, hands flying to her throat, each breath bubbling. Blood spilled over her hands, down her neck, soaking into her clothes. Her eyes were wide with shock and horror, and the look remained frozen on her face as she fell.
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More footsteps, running now. "Mandy! What's-" He froze as he took in the scene, chocolate eyes widening behind his glasses. "Oh my God" His eyes went up, seeing his best friend clutching a bloody knife, his blue eyes dead.
"What the hell - oh God-"
He ran out again, then returned, holding a small handgun, the barrel pointed directly at the blonde.
The hammer clicked down.
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Happy Valentine's Day.
friday, february 13, 2004.
