The week had been long and brutal. In captivity, he had at least the chances of receiving a meal. Out here...there was little to no chance. He had to dig through trash and dumpsters; beg for change, and resort to stealing. Still, he pressed on. Michael had a goal and he would see it through to the end.<br/><br/>Theodore was a paranoid one. Each small chance given was cut off by a lock or company. Each time Michael thought his chance had come, he lost it in a mere blink of an eye. Still, this week long stalking session had given Michael time. Time to prepare. Time to learn this man’s schedule, to memorize it. Most importantly, time to gain a weapon. It wasn’t much. A basic hand gun that would work to carry out his will. How he received it was of little importance. A favor for a favor, no doubt more profitable for the one who gave it to him. It was more likely a murder weapon than a random act of charitable kindness.<br/><br/>When the moment finally arrived, Michael acted more on impulse than proper planning. Theodore was alone, finally, and seemed to have let his guard down. Michael entered the studio; not pretending to be sneaky or silent. No...he wanted Theo to see him coming. Wanted to see the fear...then the realization on his face before Michael snuffed the light out of him once and for all.<br/><br/>Inside the studio was nice. Warm, clean, and held the stench of fresh paint and coffee lingering in the air. All of this mixed with the body odor of a group of people. It was disgusting. “So this is where you teach, hm? Not going to lie, this place is...awful.”