Red, like the shiny skin of an apple and heavy as diluted maple syrup was the drop that had fell in his forehead, he thought he was showering. After a few minutes in what he thought was the bath tub, a big bang woke him up.

He listened to the steps above him and listened to the steps of someone coming down the stairway next to his room. He panicked, wiped his forehead with the back of his palm and saw the shiny red fluid. It was blood, that he knew. He looked up and saw the leak on his ceiling, he snapped out of bed and ran for the front door. It was too late. The van with masked guys was just making its way out of Heart St.

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