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Omniscient POV| Chicago, Il| August 2nd
Sakomade sure to leave all his personal belongings in his room at his mothers house. He carried nothing but his burner and a burner.
872 *** **** Out by 11.
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He responded nothing but an emoji, keeping the conversation short and discreet. He looked at the time on the Obama phone, seeing it sit at 10:50.
Ten more minutes
He thought. Taking the smaller phone he threw it as hard as he could to the ground before stomping it until it was bits and pieces.
Time seemed to go by slowly, each anticipating minute. The door to the abandoned house shot open showcasing an angry Tiffany.
"Niggas is weird as fuck!" She rolled her eyes, walking away from the building. The guy who was at the door simply looked over in Sako's direction before sending a wink and closing the door without a word back to Tiffany.
They walked down the shady block for about ten minutes, it was a street known for the amount of abandoned houses that were typically filled with drug addicts. Nobody stood around on these streets especially after dark. There was one street light and it was always faulty, never reliable to light up the road. Tiffany was starting to reach the dead end, where she'd have to cut through an alley way to get to the main roads.. but Sako wasn't gonna let her get that far.
"Tiffanyyyy" he whispered tauntingly, now had this been a regular street she wouldn't have heard him. There was no one here, there was always no one here. She heard him loud and clear.
With a slight turn, she immediately took off seeing the masked figure run after her. It took no time for him to catch up to her since she kept looking back and just wasn't as fast as him.
He grabbed her by her bright pink ponytail before throwing her to the ground and smacking her with his gun. Just to ensure she wouldn't try to run off again. He stared at her as he watched her cry and plead, she didn't even know who she was pleading to. Does she feel like she doesn't deserve this? He thought, but never actually cared for the answer. With one swift movement he slid his ski mask up, leaving it to rest on his hair.
"Mon— Sako??" She looked in disbelief. He couldn't tell if she was shocked that it was him in general or if it was him doing this to her, then again he didn't care all that much.
He stared at her as she stared right back at him in fear. He wasn't sure if he should say something.. anything. He had too much to say to her and didn't want to waste anymore time with nonsense that could be let out in a different way. Instead he smiled, feeling a sense of clarity once he gripped his gun and placed it right to her head. He needed to make sure she'd be dead off one shot, he hated messy shit.. literally.
