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The s from silver hooks, stiff, shiny with frosty blood I know they’re just ani they’re huhts ht as day I have to tread carefully Hide behind the dead animals Move slowly The floor’s slippery ater and blood, which ress even trickier

Ahead, I spot hi as quietly as I am, eyes focused on the fat man a little way ahead

The fat hterhouse He’s the human Mr Crepsley intends to kill He’s the man I have to save

The fatslabs ofclear plastic gloves He pats the dead anis puts ain Mr Crepsley follows So do I

Evra is somewhere far behind I left hi our lives

I pick up speed,slowly closer Neither knows I’ works out as planned, they won’t know, not until Mr Crepsley makes his ain Bends to exa I take a quick step back, afraid he’ll spotin Damn! No time to hide If this is the et nearer

I spring forward several feet, risking being heard Luckily Mr Crepsley is entirely focused on the fat man

I’ up the long butcher’s knife that I’ve been holding down by lued to Mr Crepsley I won’t act until he does - I’ll give hi - but the second I see hirip on the knife I’ve been practicing my swipe all day I know the exact point I want to hit One quick cut across Mr Crepsley’s throat and that’ll be that Noseconds slip by I don’t dare look to see what the fatto rise?

Then it happens The fat ets ready to lunge I position the knife and steady my nerves The fatLooks up at the ceiling - wrong way, idiot! - as Mr Crepsley leaps As the va at him with the knife, determined to kill