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Room 409
BANG! He slammed the door to the entrance of the apartment block. He slowly took heavy steps up to the stair case. His face was screwed up, you could tell he was extremely pissed! Step by step he stomped up the cold, stone stairs. He reached the 4th floor. He opend the door infront of him rather quickly in contrast to the speed he'd stormed up the stairs. The space in beatween the bridge of his nose and centre of his brow twitched with barley controlled rage! The man stood for a few seconds, as if to think of what to do next. He slowly drew out the key to his apartment door from his pocket. He grasped it tightly as he clenched his fist. He then looked to his left. "The 9th room, on the 4th floor!" he thaught to him self. He took the last few feet to his apartment door slowly, step by step, yet punishing the floor with each foot step growing heavier and heavier. He reached the door, reached out his arm towards the door and then slipped the key into the hole. It didn't work, there was another key on the other side of the door! "b*****d!" the man whispered to himself, contorted with rage. He waited for a second; then slowly stepped back a few paces. His face suddenly screwed up again as if to embrace somthing about to hit him. That's exactly what happend, as he charged as hard as he could; shoulder-first at the door. Suddenly the rang out an almighty 'CRACK!' and the door flew back revealing a man and a woman standing uncomfortoubly close togeather next tothe mans' bed. The man opend the door just in time to catch a quick glimps of the other man jerking around quickly then zipping up his fly-hole. "********!" the other man shouted loudly at the sight of the the mans' outraged face. "Uh, Mat..oh, s**t...i-it isn't what it looks like...I-I-I promise!" The face of the man now identified as Mat, quickly changed from outraged to a mix of hatred and confusion. "Jay....you..you..you MOTHER ********!!!" The man named Jay shifted uncomfortoubly at the mention of his name. "What the ********??? Out of all the the people in this world...I never thaught it'd be you; you worthless peice o' s**t!" Suddenly; the woman in the room who had so far succeeded in staying silent pushed in front of Jay in a bid to protect him. "Mat, calm down...i-it really isn't what you think...I mean it..." Of course the smudged lip-stick and matted hair spoke otherwise. Mats' faced quickly changed back to anger again, but this time it was more, this time he was purley incandecent with rage! He walked past them both of them towards the cabinet beside them. He opend the second drawr and pulled out a short, silver revolver. He placed in his hand with a firm grip, then slowly pulled back ther hammer. He turned round to show the two the object in his hand. "JESUS MAT!....DON'T DO ANYTHING YOU'RE GONNA REGRET!"
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