——

as he stands tall, his kill below him, he's awaken from his trance by a screech.

through the window, he watches the black car halt before the building,

this is his cue to get moving.

pouring the fuel all over the dead body of his kill, he lights up a matchstick,

lets it drop down,

and watches his kill burn in the flames.

turning his back, he's taking four light steps,

before his steps turn into a dash,

and he smashes through the glass of the windows,

his thick leather jacket protecting his limbs.

A good thing he'd taken his victim to the first storey.

he lands on the cemented ground, rolling back to his feet.

the window of the black vehicle descend,

revealing her,

his feet coming to a halt.