Devon sat outside the door in a straight chair. Unlike other security officers, Todd allowed sitting if he were to be there for more than two hours, or if it was late in the evening. This particular night, he had the straight chair, and sat in it, in lounge pants and a t-shirt, with a 9mm in his waistband in the back. Leafing through a magazine, he waited for Todd's return. Knowing that La Boulaie was only a short drive away, he knew it would not be long, and that he would be back to bed soon.
Michael Leona was on the staircase, headed toward the service door entrance to the penthouse hall, where the doors to penthouses 1, 2 and 3 were facing each other. He opened the door a crack, as to not accidentally run into anyone. Because of the hour, he knew time was of the essence. He'd noticed, when on the rooftop, a spot check about six blocks in the distance. He thought that would hold Todd up at least a while, from wherever he was coming. Peeking out of the crack, he saw Devon, in the chair, reading the magazine, intently, and shut the door again. He wanted to gather his thoughts, and most of all, he wanted to have his blade ready.
Blair had picked up Little Ray, who had started his crying early this night, for his 2:00 a.m. feeding. He was wet, and she carried him, joyfully cooing to him and singing, to the nursery to change him. Putting him down on the changing table, she noticed him reaching for his feet again, and she took them and hid them, then revealed them and he would smile. This caused her to smile back and laugh. All the while, she was singing. "Wake me up I must be dreaming, I can't believe that you are real..."
Devon concentrated on the magazine and found an interesting article on music theory, and began reading more intently. Leona, behind the door, not ten feet from the guard, was planning in his head the way he would take Devon out. He extracted the longer knife from his boot, and flicked it open quietly. Then, prying the door open a crack again, he realized that fast and to the point would be the only way. He would startle him, and then wait to see his reaction and who he called out to, then do what he had to and either flee or enter, taking care of his needs with Blair and then whisking the baby off. He licked his lips and got ready to spring.
Within a fleeting moment of time, Leona threw the door open, and wielded the blade, which glinted in the light, and flashed his smile, which threw Devon totally off. Devon called out, "Mrs. Manning!" as loud as possible, as The Slice and Dice attempted to slide the knife between his two favorite ribs (which usually lead to a bleed out and death) but because of Devon's unexpected strength, the blade hit lower than expected, and the young man went down in a heap. Unable to speak, his pallor was gray and sweat slicked over his entire face and neck. He rolled onto his side, and moving into a fetal position, he tried to fight the black and get up to help her, but instead, his mind was claimed by the inky darkness.
The Slice and Dice entered the penthouse easily, by using the skinner as a lock pick, and stepped into their home. A thrill went through him; he was standing in the place that they kept sacred and felt safe. Above him, he was certain, Blair was probably nursing the baby or sleeping. A perverse smile came over him, as he walked as stealthily as a panther, to the staircase and began to ascend. He was already planning what to do with her and how she might react to him, and reviewed it in his mind, as he crept along the spiraling stairs. He was anxious to see the fear in her eyes, and held the skinner in his hand.
Blair was still singing, enough that she blocked out any semblance of sound, or the call that Devon had made to her from outside the apartment. She was engrossed in the baby dance she was doing with her new, tiny son; a beautiful package, she thought, of the love she and Todd had for each other. She thought back to the night she believed was the moment she conceived him. Todd had just seen the penthouse for the first time, her gift to him, that she had attempted to redecorate as closely to the original as possible. They had made love there for the first time since he returned from being missing for the eight years. As she fastened the baby's diaper at last, she remembered Todd's face, when he first touched her again, and how overcome with emotion he was. The feeling of being with him again was familiar in the greatest way and new at the same time. She came down from her memory and picked the baby up, putting his next clean onesie over him. Still singing, she turned and froze. Opening her mouth to scream, she found she couldn't, for no sound would come. There in the doorway of the nursery was The Slice and Dice, silvery blade in hand, with his spiritless smile pasted across his deathlike face.
Blair had picked up Little Ray, who had started his crying early this night, for his 2:00 a.m. feeding. He was wet, and she carried him, joyfully cooing to him and singing, to the nursery to change him. Putting him down on the changing table, she noticed him reaching for his feet again, and she took them and hid them, then revealed them and he would smile. This caused her to smile back and laugh. All the while, she was singing. "Wake me up I must be dreaming, I can't believe that you are real..."
Devon concentrated on the magazine and found an interesting article on music theory, and began reading more intently. Leona, behind the door, not ten feet from the guard, was planning in his head the way he would take Devon out. He extracted the longer knife from his boot, and flicked it open quietly. Then, prying the door open a crack again, he realized that fast and to the point would be the only way. He would startle him, and then wait to see his reaction and who he called out to, then do what he had to and either flee or enter, taking care of his needs with Blair and then whisking the baby off. He licked his lips and got ready to spring.
Within a fleeting moment of time, Leona threw the door open, and wielded the blade, which glinted in the light, and flashed his smile, which threw Devon totally off. Devon called out, "Mrs. Manning!" as loud as possible, as The Slice and Dice attempted to slide the knife between his two favorite ribs (which usually lead to a bleed out and death) but because of Devon's unexpected strength, the blade hit lower than expected, and the young man went down in a heap. Unable to speak, his pallor was gray and sweat slicked over his entire face and neck. He rolled onto his side, and moving into a fetal position, he tried to fight the black and get up to help her, but instead, his mind was claimed by the inky darkness.
The Slice and Dice entered the penthouse easily, by using the skinner as a lock pick, and stepped into their home. A thrill went through him; he was standing in the place that they kept sacred and felt safe. Above him, he was certain, Blair was probably nursing the baby or sleeping. A perverse smile came over him, as he walked as stealthily as a panther, to the staircase and began to ascend. He was already planning what to do with her and how she might react to him, and reviewed it in his mind, as he crept along the spiraling stairs. He was anxious to see the fear in her eyes, and held the skinner in his hand.
Blair was still singing, enough that she blocked out any semblance of sound, or the call that Devon had made to her from outside the apartment. She was engrossed in the baby dance she was doing with her new, tiny son; a beautiful package, she thought, of the love she and Todd had for each other. She thought back to the night she believed was the moment she conceived him. Todd had just seen the penthouse for the first time, her gift to him, that she had attempted to redecorate as closely to the original as possible. They had made love there for the first time since he returned from being missing for the eight years. As she fastened the baby's diaper at last, she remembered Todd's face, when he first touched her again, and how overcome with emotion he was. The feeling of being with him again was familiar in the greatest way and new at the same time. She came down from her memory and picked the baby up, putting his next clean onesie over him. Still singing, she turned and froze. Opening her mouth to scream, she found she couldn't, for no sound would come. There in the doorway of the nursery was The Slice and Dice, silvery blade in hand, with his spiritless smile pasted across his deathlike face.
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