Prologue HIM (partly in rhyme)

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His car was parked on Nexton Street, a battered black Jeep with offroad tires, settled for a fast getaway if need be. He was good at it; at hiding his true nature, blending in with the town people easily enough to not be remembered or recognized.

A traveller he was, a sampler to be precise, but not of tourists' objects of attractions, rather his pieces of desire, those that sparked with fire. SHE was one of them, and always had been, even if she declined it all along, he knew they were destined to be together - not just for him, but for his beloved whom he lost way too young.

It was foolish of her to come here, he thought, so foolish. Apparently, she had not learned her lesson the last time they encountered each other. Not even her family could save her back then, what naive people they were, believing the words that dripped off his tongue. Like honey wrapping around their skin, he soaked them in.

SHE was unaware that he was watching, as always, hidden behind a tree, moving with them. Barely letting the leaves rustle or the buzzing of happy bees disturb his concentration. He was in full spy mode now.

He had kept tabs on her the moment he got out of jail. He monitored her old cell phone, but she got a new one almost shortly after, which made him double his efforts. The moment she set foot out of her own house he knew it, which led to him hiding behind a bunch of trees wearing a leather coat despite the heat - waiting to make his move. He had not thought that another man would make his mission more difficult, he had to rethink his plan fast and came to the thought that another dead human being would not cost the world. A short dagger was wedged into his boot, and a wire whip was curled around his forearm, hidden under the sleeve of his coat. Prepared for everything. He prepared to strike, but SHE got nervous, apparently sensing him, turning around.

SHE did not see him because he was already off, running away. Leaving the musky scent of sweat and the rich odor of planed wood behind him.

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