couple of weeks. He'd watched her for months before he'd built up the courage to take action after that evil witch had gone after the only person he cared about. It had sent him over the edge. In a way, he'd hoped that someone would stop him -- the cops, a random stranger walking past -- but nobody did. They'd all been deaf, dumb and blind to his intentions. His senses had been heightened during the time he'd stalked his prey. Everything tasted better and smells were so much more potent. Every sound was amplified as he followed her around Sunnyside. Her block of flats was only a block away from where he lived. She'd been too drunk to even notice when he walked up behind her in her own flat. She'd left the door unlocked in her drunken state. But then it had become messy. She'd turned around at the wrong moment, which had been a surprise for both of them. Even in her drunken state she'd managed to put up a fight. She'd made him work for it. The fight had been over so quickly. Too quickly. None of it had gone the way he'd envisaged. He'd wanted to savour every moment and had planned it all out in his head, only to be disappointed. He'd thought he would feel more, that he'd feel some guilt or remorse. His lack of emotion was the only thing that had grieved him. He'd hoped to feel more powerful or some