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Killer Instinct

Maggie walked towards the door to the complex, still feeling uneasy that something sinister was in the air. She took a precautionary glance, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, and then proceeded to the door.
 

That's when she felt something hit her in the back the head. She paused, momentarily stunned, and brought her hand to her head and felt liquid. The impact was enough to stagger her, falling on a knee. Turning to see Frank standing there; he had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for her.

He looked at her and nodded.

How dare he, Mags thought, her body filling with emotion. After all I did for him.

Frank walked closer to her, his hands clasped behind his back. He was dressed in black, his killer wardrobe.

"Why?" Maggie asked.

"Because," Frank replied coolly. "It's my nature."

Maggie leaned forward to control her stance. She was like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching semi.

"Max will avenge me," she said.

"Not before I get him," Frank replied. He stopped 15 feet away from her.

She was scanning around and taking in all her options. She knew that she was caught off-guard, blindsided because she was taking things too slack. She was caught off her guard and now she was paying the price.

"I hope you don't hold it against me," Frank said. "After all, you knew who I was in the beginning."

His face cracked into a vicious smile as he brought up the second snowball.