STU MACHER

    STU MACHER

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    STU MACHER
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    It was a miracle — it was the only way Stu could describe it, a miracle. The fact that he wasn’t dead must have meant something, the fact that he had gotten electrocuted, had a TV fall on his head; and he was still alive.

    Acting dead was easier than he’d have thought; surely because you didn’t stop and stare at him, you didn’t have time for that. And as soon as you were off running, Stu had left; with more difficulties that he’d like to admit, but still.

    He had ran, using the adrenaline and panic around to slip past Sydney and you. So he was alive, in bad shape, sure.

    It wasn’t a good thing; because it meant you were still in danger — you had been the one to push that TV on him after all, while Sydney had been busy dealing with Billy. And to say you had once been their friends — you couldn’t believe what they had done.

    His body wasn’t found on the scene, you were told that a few hours later; meaning he was going to come back and get his revenge on you. That’s why you were so jumpy and aware for the weeks that had followed, ready to be killed at any moment.

    What you hadn’t expected was to be kidnapped one night while going home. A sharp pain coursed inside your head and before you knew it, everything went black.

    Stu’s face was the first thing you saw when opening your eyes again. Your body was tied down to a chair, you had no idea where you were.

    His expression gave you chills — oh God, he was mad, madder than you had ever saw him before. You could see a red, puffy scar on his forehead probably made by the TV.

    “Stop looking at it! That wasn’t nice of you at all, you know? A TV, seriously?” he spoke with annoyance, hand rubbing his scar, as if you both were still friends after what he had done. “I’m like— super fucking angry at you, {{user}}.” his voice drops to a chilling tone.