Kurt didn't know why he went to the office, but he did. He could have gone to a bar, gotten wasted. Made a real show of it, but for some reason that didn't seem like it would help. Instead he came to the place where everything started to fall apart.
He got out of his car, locking the door, and just stood there. His feet didn't want to move. His whole body seemed so drained of energy that he couldn't even muster up the power to walk.
He turned leaning against the car, and he felt the first quake of a sob in his chest. Then another, and then another. He found himself sitting on the cold cement of the parking garage, his knees pulled to his chest, his head buried in his hands, crying.
Everything was going to hell, and so quickly. He had Layla threatening to expose him. He had his brother who was sure to let his whole precinct know, and he had Gio. What the hell was he going to do with Gio?
He couldn't keep seeing him. Not now. To many people knew about their relationship. It would only be a matter of time before it got back to Barbi, and then...
His train of thought was interupted by the sound of footsteps moving towards the car.
He looked up and saw a figure, average height, wearing a long black robe with a hood that covered the person's face.
Kurt stood, moving away from whoever that was standing in front of him, but never taking his eyes off of them. He knew well enough that a creepy, hooded figure in a deserted location equaled one thing. Danger.
The second Kurt saw the knife emurge from the person's sleeve he knew he was in trouble.
He took off, running for the stairs as quickly as possible, the whole time reminding himself not to trip. If he tripped he would die, and if he had his way, he would not be dying tonight.
He reached the heavy metal door and pushed. It was locked. He pushed again. Still locked. He nearly pushed a third time, but decided to glance over his shoulder instead. The figure in the cloke was right behind him, knife raised, ready to strike.
He ducked, the knife slicing into his arm. He screamed in pain, but didn't stop moving, running back to his car. He held out his key, hitting the unlock button on the remote, and glanced behind him.
The figure was gone.
He slowed down, looking around the mostly empty garage. He was alone again. He would have thought it was all in his head if it wasn't far the large, bleeding cut on his right, upper arm.
He got into his car quickly, putting his foot on the brake and hitting the start button. He was about to put the car in gear when he glanced into the rearview mirror.
The hooded figure slowly rose from behind his seat. The figures hood was raised enough that Kurt could see that the person was smiling. The shadow was to dark though to tell if it was a man or woman, or what shade their skin was. He felt an intense pain in his back as the knife broke through the driver's side seat, and pierced his back.
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