Frankie was making his way down the long alleyway. He was coming from the club in the rich neighborhood of New York. He was walking down minding his own business when he heard “Spare change please sir.” Frankie turned around to see a man sitting down on a small piece of cardboard. He had a large piece of cardboard in his hands, which read “ Tired and Hungry”. Frankie began to laugh at this man’s misery, people that are homeless are filth and less than him. Not worth his time. He began to walk away before he heard “Thanks asshole.” Frankie turns around and walks straight towards the homeless man. ‘What did you say?” The homeless man looks shocked and doesn’t say a single word. Frankie begins to go through his pockets grabbing the end of his switchblade. He brings it out and slices through the man’s throat. The man looks up in horror, grabbing his throat, as blood squirts out like a small fountain. The man slumps over onto the ground. Frankie looks around, casually putting away his switchblade and leaving the alley.

Know walking down the street, he hears the sounds of a nearby bar. He can hear them talking inside, from the drunks to the younger woman sitting at the bar there to just get away from everything. Looking inside for a second though the window. Frankie then continues down the street, up some stairs, and into the condos. Walking through the corridor he sees Mrs. Anderson an older woman who has a small poodle. She smiles and waves at Frankie, Frankie waves back before making his way to the front door of his condo. He grabs the newspaper on his front porch and walks inside as he opens the door. Closing it behind him and putting the keys on the counter by the door. He walks over and plopping down on his couch. A scream is heard from his basement, which is a high pitched scream coming from a woman. Frankie annoyingly walks to the kitchen, grabbing a cleaver and walking to the basement. Opening the basement door and turning on the switch for the lights. Walking down the creaking staircase to the bottom of the basement. In the corner of the room, is a small wooden chair, holding the bloody body of a local cheerleader named Sydney.

2 Days in the Past

Frankie saw here\ on his way from the hospital. He went there to pick up some medication for his ailments. He saw Sydney, waiting in the car, probably waiting for her parents to come out. He walked over and banged on the window. She rolled down the window and asked him. “Do you need something?” Frankie smiles and laughs. “I was just wondering if you were okay? Are you waiting for someone?” The girl smiles and answers. “Yeah we were visiting our grandma she has been sick for a few months, she has not gotten better yet.” Frankie tries to look sympathetic even though he does not truly care.”That’s terrible I hope she gets better. Have a good day now.” Frankie leaves and walks back to his car. He gets inside and closes the door behind him. But instead of leaving, he sits for a few moments gazing over at the girl from his vehicle. About five minutes later her parents come out and get inside the car as well.

Frankie waits till they begin driving before he starts his car and follows close behind. Frankie makes sure to be close enough to not lose them but not close enough to startle them. A few minutes later they arrive at there home, a nice two-story family house. The grass is trimmed and he can hear there dog barking from there backyard. From the upstairs window, he can see a small boy looking through the blinds of his room at them. The boy looks excited.  He leaves and a few seconds later runs into his parent's arms. Frankie begins to eat a small sandwich, waiting for his opportunity.

5 Hours Later

It was five hours later and Frankie was ready to make his move. The dog was sleeping and all the street lights were off. Frankie gets out of his car and goes to his trunk. He puts on a ski mask and a pair of black gloves. Walking across the street, making sure to look both ways before crossing. He sneaks as he walks across, going behind a wall. Frankie sees some shadows on the second floor walking along the hallway. Making his way closer, Frankie hides behind the front door. He grabs out a hairpin and becomes pick locking the door. The door then slowly opens the door as he creeps inside. He grabs the door and quietly closes the door behind him. Frankie begins walking through the living room and to the stairs. From upstairs, he can hear the girl from before laughing, she is talking with her Dad. Frankie waits for a moment before he turns around and sees a little boy. The boy is ten years old, with black hair and is wearing a blue onesie. He drops the cup in his hands and tries to scream. Frankie runs over and puts a hand over the little kid's mouth. “Don’t make me hurt you. Now be quiet.” The kids quiets down and Frankie orders him to sit down on the couch. He turns on the radio for him and begins walking up the stairs.

As he ascends up the stairs, he makes sure to walk slowly enough so he does not make any of the stairs squeak. On top of the stairs now, he takes a quick right and runs into the mother. Frankie quickly stabs her and kicks her to the ground. Frankie walks over methodically before dragging her into the bathroom. He locks the bathroom door and continues forward. There are only two more doors left, Frankie makes his way to the adjacent door on the left. As he walks in, he sees the young woman from before still in her cheerleader uniform. Frankie begins walking one foot after another slowly forward before he is inches away. Frankie moves close, grabbing her by her throat and beginning to choke her. She screams for a moment, alerting her father that comes running in. Frankie turns around and unholsters his 1911 firing into his torso, sending him to the ground. The father barely holds onto his life, as he crawls on the ground closer to his daughter. A lost of hope still shows in his face. “Syd……” before he can finish his sentence he falls to his side, dead.

Frankie turns around and with the most wicked smirk you could ever lie your eyes on, moves over to Sydney who is crying in the corner. With a punch, he knocks the young woman into unconsciousness, before picking her up and placing her on his shoulders. Frankie walks down the steps slowly and makes his way out the front door. “Sydney no” the boy cries. Frankie turns around and begins talking to him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I can’t control it all the time.” A gunshot is heard in the distance.

Present Time

Frankie paces from wall to wall of the basement, with the cleaver in his hands. Frankie screams with all the force in his throat before he runs to Sydney slamming the cleaver into Syndey's torso. He rips it out, exposing Sydney’s bloody torso. As the cleaver is taken out, some of her insides come out as well, A horrific scene to say the least. Frankie begins to laugh and laugh and laugh. He walks back up the basement stairs, slamming the door behind him shut for good……. for now.