new storage for dars
Apr 26, 2021 11:01:05 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Apr 26, 2021 11:01:05 GMT -5
He heard the music long before the old, abandoned looking warehouse came into view. He could see strobe lights of pinks and purples and blues flashing through the windows, hear the crowds as they cheered.
In all his experience Lars found it strange that places like these, where people came to feel alive, were also the places where he could go by completely undetected. The risk of witnesses was laughable; he could've stabbed someone right in the middle of the dance floor and people would've convinced themselves it was all a hallucination brought on by whatever drugs they were ingesting.
Now, he was looking down on them from outside, where he'd climbed the wall. He kept his eyes peeled for a very particular person. He risked a moment to glance down at the palm-sized photo in his hands. Mid-thirties, black hair, receding hair line, beard, beer belly. Wedding ring.
He shoved the picture back into his pocket before he could overthink this. It was a job. People did bad things to others, the others hired Lars to fix it. He finally caught sight of the guy there, headed to the back of the warehouse with a young girl in tow. Lars suddenly felt less guilty about doing this to a married man.
Now was his chance. In and out, lightning fast. No one would ever know. He could kill a cheater and save an innocent girl in the process, win win. Lars circled around the roof, careful to avoid passing over any windows, and came to a rest when he finally caught site of the man and his young prize. Lars gritted his teeth, slowly sliding the window open and then dropping in as quickly as he could. His feet hit the ground and he brandished his knife, ready to kill.
He paused.
"Did you..?"
In the time it had taken him to get down, the girl had knocked the man out and began tying him to a chair.
"Um. Hi."