Ricky was mad.
It was all going wrong.
Bianca still wasn't dead; one of the main reasons for him being there. She was supposed to die of an overdose to hide the evidence of his employers tampering with her medication. Yet she was still somehow breathing…
The second problem was he had just recieved a text from said employers, telling him the deal was complete and to retreat. Easier said than done when you have a room full of hostages rather than the two he was expecting – well one and an eventual dead body. Why did things never go to plan?
Finally Miranda was making his ears hurt. Who would have though this tiny little girl could be capable of such nonstop screaming? He was seriously tempted to slit her throat just for the quiet.
What the hell else could go wrong?
Just then Jackson collapsed. Ricky had been enjoying watching him as he slowly deteriorated because of blood loss. The other hostages freaked out a little and as Ricky attempted to keep order there was a crash from along the corridor – the police were breaking in!
The smoke bomb that was rigged to the door by the service elevator went off but not before the first bullets began to fly. Ricky felt one bite his cheek.
He cried out in a rage, pulling Miranda in front of him like a shield.
"You idiots!" he yelled to his unseen assailants. "Why does no one listen to me? I will kill everyone! I will kill them all and it will be your fault."
Ricky twisted the blade in his hand and moved to slash it across Miranda's throat, glad to silence her wails once and for all. After her, he would kill Bianca where she lay... maybe even get the blood of the great Erica Kane on his hands before this night was through. If he was going down, he was going down in glory... never to be forgotten!
"I warned them." He whispered, moving to strike, "I warned them..."
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Da…da…dah…
Short I know, but it will all come to a head tomorrow – I hope you can bear the wait.