W-who are you?" He cries, struggling to breathe.
"You know who I am," I say, as I take a step towards him. Like a predator stalking its prey, I slowly get closer.
"N-no I don't" he pleads, shaking his head furiously. In denial.
Then he sees the bl...
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue
In the park, sunshine sparkles through the trees as laughter from children running and families can be heard. On the sidewalk, joggers run with their dogs, or next to each other with earbuds stuck into their ears.
And on one of the benches, sits a middle aged man, with slowly fading hair. He seems to be looking around the park, watching the people around him. Dressed in a shirt and casual pants, he looked like any other man enjoying the view of a sun at day at a park.
Nearby, a girl dressed in a jogging outfit, with earbuds in one of her ears sits down on the bench next to the old man. She has her long brown hair up in a tight ponytail, as she smiles to the man.
"Great weather. Isn't it?" She beams, as she looks around the park.
"Yes. I heard that the temperature will stay sunny this week," he muses.
Still looking out at children playing, she smiles.
"It's done."
"Good."
"Its untraceable. A suicide."
"Where's the tape?"
"Here," she replies, as she hands him a piece of gum.
Still smiling, they both nod at each other as they talk some more about the weather.
A few minutes later, the man walks away with the piece of gum still tucked very carefully into his pocket.
A few minutes later, the girl gets up from the bench and continues to jog home.
When she reaches her doorstep, she gives a real smile.
She smiles, because inside the mans pocket, was not a piece of gum.
