The Run In and My Plan

The next day I passed down the same street. Sure enough the artist was at work again. He glanced over and saw me looking at the boy. I saw the artist turn to him with a look of terror. He must have seen the revenge that was in my eyes. I couldn’t do anything there on the street in the middle of broad daylight. I had to wait until I devised a better plan. This time I couldn’t afford to fail at what I set out to do. After I glanced at Faulkner the way I did, it was apparent that he knew who I was. Faulkner also knew who I was. He had a look on his face that displayed pure terror. I saw him disappear down a dark alley. I had to make myself scarce as soon as possible to avoid being spotted by the police. I had to go somewhere fast. I retreated back to an old inn I knew of in town.

As I sat in my room I tried to think of a way to kill Faulkner. The more I thought, the more I realized that I would have to kill the Artist too. The Artist saw the way I looked at Faulkner. He knew that I despised him and he also knew that Faulkner was horrified by me. That’s it both Faulkner and the Artist need to be killed!