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Part 10
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And he waited. Him. The other man.
He watched the body at his feet and wondered if
perhaps he'd gone too far with this one, but decided it didn't matter.
He'd have his game either way. Everything else would just have to fall
into place.
He could justify it all sorts of ways, but in the
end, it just came down to one thing: he hated her. He wanted to kill her.
Maim her. Tear her to shreds and eat her. He wanted to know how she tasted
on the way down.
There was no good word for it. He'd like to call
it love.
When the first gunshot sounded downstairs, he wasn't
surprised. He grinned, and the little boy blinked up at him from behind
his bloody nose.
"It's starting," he told the kid. "No, actually,
I guess you could say it's ending."
In any game, this was the best part of all. It was
seeing the finish and all the pieces coming at you because there was nowhere
else to go.
Downstairs, the bullet sceams began.
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