"What?" Amelia didn't know whether to be scared, or confused.
"Martha. She had aneurysm. You said you could fix it. But you didn't! And now, SHE'S DEAD!" He yelled.
Amelia was officially scared, which was unusual for her.
She took a breath and said "Again, why were you looking for me?"
"Because my wife is dead, and soon, you will be too!" He laughed, pulling a small, rusty, knife from his pocket, glancing down at it, and putting it back again.
Amelia took another breath, she asked "Okay, is there a way I get out of this alive?"
The man looked down, thinking. "No." He said bluntly. And with that, he pulled the knife out again.
Amelia thought that if she could of make it across the elevator and hit the emergency button again, she might be able to hold him off long enough to make it to the third floor.
As she made up her mind, and lunged towards the button, the man caught her by the arm and shoved her back into the corner.
The man slowly came towards her, and the second the knife made contact with her abdomen, the man fell back, screaming in pain.