Unfortunately, things could never go his way — not even once. Now, instead of hiding away and staying out of the media, he couldn't wait for his scene to blow over. No, he had to result to stalking.

Rubbing both of his hands over his face, he couldn't help but sighed. He slowly made his way over to the house, where he could see a feminine figure through the window.

Her camera sitting on her desk as she edited some green blurs on her computer.

Taking a deep breath, he moved across the street — hoping not to find any u wanted attention. After all, he was a paid hitman and people are bound to be tracking his every move.

This wasn't his first time, but it was his first mistake in a long time. Unluckily, the one mistake he made in years was caught. The rest disappeared under the rug, never to be seen again.

He reached the opposite side of the sidewalks walking as quietly and innocently as possible: he smirked, seeing pictures of the parade not on the screen. Instead, it was pictures of a small family in the forest, smiling and laughing at the camera.

Someday in the future, they would look back to those pictures and they would remember the happiness they had through their eyes.

He crept towards the back door, noticing the automatic lights in the front. If he was lucky, this day would end with the pictures destroyed. He quickly unlocked the gate, pulling it open just enough so his body could slide through. Once he was inside the tiny backyard, he checked the window.

The women was definitely a grander on top of a photographer. The garden in the backyard was filled of flowers, and he had no doubt that this women must had taken pictures of them as well.

As he looked through the window, he noticed the woman, tall and skinny, was yawning. He smiled, maybe this loose end didn't have to end bloody — not that he would had cared.

However, it was always a challenge to deal with blood.

He reached the back door, his attention on his surrounding. His fingers grasped against the doorknob as he heard barking in the distance. The woman inside didn't even look up to the noise as she continued to keep her eyes open as she worked.

When he opened the door, the woman didn't even noticed in her sleepy state. During any other time, she would had heard it — but luck was against her side tonight.

Her eyes could barley stay open as she stared at the picture, smiling softly at the family.

She was troubled by the fact of the day's events, and she wished that her husband was here with her. Unfortunately, he was away on a business trip, but the picture reminded her that she needed to take some pictures of him.

He was going to be home in a couple of hours.

She smiled at the thought of his arms, and they would celebrate after a long month of not being together.

She also couldn't wait to tell him the exciting news.

She was pregnant.

She didn't noticed when the backdoor closed softly or when the heavy footsteps started to come towards hers.

She was past her limit for today, and she knew it was time to head to bed. After she saved her pictures, she turned off her computers. Yawning, she stood up, turning around and coming face to face with a stranger.

She froze in fear, eyes wide. The first thing she noticed was his tall built, and the fact that the phone in the wall was behind him.

The man was silent as he gave her a smile.

The woman was shaking, moving back into her desk. She did her best to get to the wall, her hand pressing against it.

All she needed to do was escape.

She had her desk diagonally in front of her after moving, and she was ready to use anything in front of her.

The man only watched, but when the woman finally made it to the wall, he revealed the knife he had hidden in his sleeve.

"Please," she begged, her hand grabbing the speaker connected to her computer. She lifted it up, threatening that she was throw it at him. "Please, take anything you want. Leave me alone!"

He chucked, "A feisty one." He motioned her to get into her desk chair. "Don't waste my time here. We both know that speaker won't do anything."

She was shaking, and even if this man wasn't armed, the fight wouldn't be in her favor. She was hoping that her corporation would save her life.

When she sat down, the man in her house closed the blinds to her office.

Then she felt the blade against her neck. "I want you to delete all the pictures off of your computer and camera."

She didn't question him, and she went to delete every single one — and he made sure that she got the ones stored deep in memory. Her eyes widen when the pictures that she took day showed up on the screen.

Unknowingly to her she had evidence against the very man that was in her house.

She gasped, and the man pressed the knife into her neck.

"Delete them all." He threatened.

Her breath was shaking as she continued, and when she was done, her own camera was shoved at her.

The next morning the husband of the women came home to a dead wife and a destroyed computer and camera.

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