Chris peered out the window: into the city landscape; noticing the tall vertical structures complete with its all-seeing eyes with employees watching the Escalade roll past on its concrete river.
They approached the white cinder block building that Chris lived in.
The driver opened up the door for Chris, and as he was exiting the vehicle; pedestrians were watching him - since it was very unusual to witness such an expensive and prominent vehicle take a position within their humble and quant neighborhood.
Chris unlocked his door, and entered the premises; shutting it.
Chris had just finished relieving himself when there was a knock at the door.
Chris opened the door: it was Baxter.
He stood at the door with a 'kit,' which contained Chris' "solution," which was indeed "his" injection for "schizophrenia," as the clinic referred to it as and labeled him as such.
For seven years, the Alberta Health Services had been haranguing Chris ad nauseam with an unnecessary "medication," which was in fact a lobotomizing agent designed to inhibit and hinder Chris' psychic abilities.
"Baxter-" Chris said. "Hi, Chris. I'm here for your injection. Can I come in?"
"Uh.. sure," Chris opened the door a bit wider, and Baxter stepped through with his satchel and the kit.
Chris shut the door, and locked it.
"It's just you?" Chris asked him.
"Just me. Unless of course you were expecting company." Baxter replied.
Chris stayed silent.
"May I take a seat?" Baxter asked him.
"Sure - take that chair, right there." Chris said; pointing to the wooden chair at his desk.
Baxter set down the kit, and began opening its contents.
Chris made his way towards his kitchen drawer, and retrieved a sharp knife.
Chris paced his apartment for a moments time, and before Baxter could begin another sentence so to speak; Chris rammed the knife into the back of Baxrer's head.
Blood: began pouring out the back of Baxter's skull.
Baxter screamed; initially - dropping to the floor; and collapsing. Baxter had been effectively murdered by Chris.
Chris shoved the knife into Baxter's chest multiple times even more so to ensure that he really was dead.
"I don't regret a thing." Chris thought to himself.
He opened up the door and took the knife outside, and dumped it down the sewer drain.
Chris knocked on Curtis' door.
Curt opened the door; "Chris! You need a cigarette?"
"Yeah, but I also need your help. I finally did it."
Curt looked puzzled for a moment, "Did what?" "I finally took care of business."
Curt looked to the side; to the left and then the right.
"Ok, get him in here. We'll slice the body like a thanksgiving turkey."
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