G: I rush through the narrow alleyway, quiet but hurried, trying to get there before he does. I have one hand on my knife, the other guiding my way through the night.

S: “Oh, Gisela, you don’t know what’s in store, do you?” I hiss, watching her think she’s so smart, planning to kill me as I try to steal her money. Not so fast.

G: What was that? Movement flickered in the corner of my right eye. I whip my head around, but only see the buildings collection of shadows. But I know better. I pretend as if I know Steven isn’t there, but he’s that one shadow. Right there, the one looking as if he’s going to kill me, which he is, so very fitting.

S: Phew! She almost saw me, but she’s back to having her guard down. I still creep alongside her, kidded in the shadows with my pitch black robe, planning for the minutes until I can get my sweet, sweet, revenge.

G: Ha! He thinks he’s still safe! Nope. I throw my head back around, raise my glistening knife and…. It hits my mark, Steven’s hand. He screams in pain, and I smirk.

S: Pain, horrible pain, my hand stuck to the wall by HER KNIFE. I wince, but know I have lost as she catwalks away, head held high, going to claim her treasure once more.