La Petit Mort

2

Baizhu didn't feel well at all. He struggled to make it through his part-time job and asked plenty of times to go home. He was handed some drugs and told to keep working. 

"I'm not going to pass that test..." Baizhu held his forehead, staggering on his way to the elevator. He tapped the button but his vision blurred and he clicked one floor above his. 

Baizhu wandered and grabbed the doorknob. It was unlocked. "Weird, did I forget to lock it?" He entered what he believed to be his apartment and took off his shoes. It wasn't until he noticed the cat that he realized this place wasn't his. 

"I don't have a cat..." he muttered, vision too blurry to notice the different furniture or anything else. His senses came back to him when the doorknob turned. If he was in someone else's home, how was he going to explain that? Baizhu hurried into the nearest room and closed the door, trying to find a place to hide. 

"Oh dear, you're a little bit drunk, aren't you?" That was Dottore's voice, from what Baizhu could tell. "Why don't we get you some water?" There was a muffled response. Baizhu gave up on hiding and opened the door slightly, to get a look at the scene. Partly because he was interested in what type of girl Dottore would bring home and partly because he wanted to see if there was an opening for him to escape. Try as he might, he couldn't get a good look at the individual. 

"When I told my boyfriend I was pregnant he brought home another woman," she sobbed, drinking the water. "What am I supposed to do with this kid?" Though he couldn't see her face, Baizhu could tell her hair was long and dark. The color reminded him quite a bit of a classmate of his. 

"That's horrible," Dottore said as he listened. He placed his hand somewhere on her body, but Baizhu couldn't tell where. Surely he wasn't going to take advantage of a drunk and pregnant woman? Baizhu shook his head. Dottore didn't seem like that type of guy...

"What am I going to do?" She sobbed, dropping the glass and clinging to Dottore. He soothed her by petting her head. 

"Nothing," he smiled.

"What?" she looked up at him, stunned. 

"You're going to do nothing, sweetheart," he pulled a knife out of thin air and slit her throat, watching as she fell to the ground he snickered, "because you're dead!" Baizhu watched in horror as he kept stabbing the body. Over and over, blood splashed all along his face and the neighboring parts of the room. He laughed as he did it. 

Baizhu backed up, bumping into something which knocked it over. He stood up, searching for something to defend himself with but couldn't find anything. This was a race against time. Baizhu went for the window. He opened it and hung himself out of it, grabbing the ledge and hoping desperately that Dottore wouldn't notice. 

"My shoes!" he whispered to himself, remembering how he took them off at the door. Even if he did manage to get out of this horrible situation, his shoes were still there! 

The window opened and Dottore stared out. Baizhu held his breath, hoping he wouldn't look down. 

"You..." Dottore's eyes slowly moved downward. He stared into Baizhu's soul with zero light in his eyes. It was either get killed by this man or die by his own hands. Baizhu let go of the ledge and fell. Dottore reached for him but his fingers barely grazed Baizhu's. 

Baizhu had forgotten all about the installment he'd gotten for his window and was surprised to find that it was sturdy enough to catch him. Either way, he lost consciousness. 

"This is quite the situation," Dottore mused, scratching the side of his head with the back of the blade.