Upon hearing the door open, Jackson  cursed himself, he had hoped to be more prepared. Seeing no real use in hiding now, due to the noise and panic that would arise because of it he simply sat still. He listened to a voice, a woman's voice float in from the kitchen. The Glass shattered and he turned to gauge her reaction.<br/><br/>He noticed her eyes flick to the knife block, and the adrenaline kicked in. He had meant to be peaceful about the whole situation, but times were desperate and if the authorities found him now then he'd be in some serious shit.<br/><br/>He rose quickly although weighted by his clothes and grabbed a large handled knife from the block. He had expected nails, screaming and some sort of confrontation but instead he watched as the woman slipped and fell. He stood over her, looming with the meat cleaver that had been selected.<br/><br/>"It doesn't matter who i am, you really don't need to know. All you need to know is i need you to be quiet and not to do anything brash. Got it?"<br/><br/>The whole situation was wrong but he had to make a show of it otherwise she'd just run off and tell someone.<br/><br/>" Who the fuck are you?" he pushed from himself, grasping the cleaver somewhat menacingly, his grip tight. "What are you some sort of pharmacist? He grabbed at her uniform, trying to make sense of her.  Panic struck him, he became worried she was linked to the authorities, policeman worked alongside nurses all the time, didn't they?<br/><br/>" Right. Stay here."<br/><br/>His instincts kicked in and suddenly he became paranoid that he hadn't done enough before she had returned. He moved to the front door and bolted it shut, before checking the backdoor and did the same. He then took the knife and cut the cord to the telephone, lifting the receiver to check the dial tone was out.<br/><br/>In this mindset she wasnt a person, she was simply a means to an end, so he took the knife and held it to her throat.<br/><br/>"Your keys, and your phone. Now"<br/><br/>It was said with confidence, a tone that was only questioned if you were willing to suffer the consequences.<br/><br/>"And is there anything else in the house i should know about? Alarms? Computers? A fucking morse code machine? And don't fuck with me lady. I'm not playing games."<br/><br/>All regret at the situation had gone. He was now motivated only by the need to remain hidden so he could plan how he was going to deal with his circumstances.