3rd Person's POV

Anthony Thames whistled as he meticulously cleaned the sharp end of the knife he was using earlier when he chopped off the parts of the chicken. He was thinking of something good to feed his tummy and to satisfy his cravings.

Ever since last weekend, he was longing for something stuffy to eat. All he was eating before his leave was approved were fastfood goodies and he knows from the heart that it is not healthy at all.

When he finally has his leave granted, he immediately went to the supermarket and bought stocks enough to last him for a month without leaving his house.

Being a scriptwriter of one of the famous shows in one of the popular television stations in America, he was not expecting that he will hit this big. It took him some time to convince his superior to allow him to be off the record for a long time. According to them, it's hard to fill in the space even if it's only temporary. Thankfully, he still was able to get his boss' yes.

Anthony's eyes rested on his cellphone which was currently ringing as he prepared his food. Contemplating whether to answer it or not, he immediately put the chopped parts of the chicken into the casserole with hot water and let it simmer for forty-five minutes. He set his timer and prepared the marinade of soy sauce and garlic for later.

"Hello?" Anthony finally attended to his phone and put it on speaker.

"Anthon!" At that moment, he recognized the voice of the person he has always been trying to avoid. He was not able to see the number that pinged his phone because he was too famished and tired to check on it.

He let out an exasperated sigh and let the person talk. "Hey, still there? Anyway, when are you coming home?"

"No plans." Anthony answered flatly. He began wiping off the sink clean and pulled out a bowl from the dish rack and placed it on the sink beside the stove where he was cooking.

"Whatever. I am expecting you here this weekend. Okay? Don't disappoint Uncle Lucas. He had been looking for you." Robert Fox, his annoying friend, said.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "I have to go. I am at work." He lied and hang up, not waiting for Robert's answer.

Anthony did not wait long because his mind was on somewhere else and began to marinate the chicken for an hour. Soon, he separated the chicken from the marinade. He set aside the marinade for later and pan-fried the chicken pieces. He can already smell the food and his stomach growled instantly.

Minutes after, he poured the marinade into the pot, added water and let it boil. After a good twenty five minutes, he added vinegar, sugar and salt to taste.

He has learned this Filipino food just recently from a FilAm guy he met during one of his visits in Singapore just last month. They call it the Chicken Adobo or in English, Chicken Stew.

After some time, Anthony was happily feasting on the food that he made with a generous amount of rice on his plate. He also partnered it with coke and he made sure to have his rice cooker near him. He was that hungry.

It's as if he was finally free from pressure and life drama. He loves his job alright. But there are times when he just wanted to go home and indulge. And oh yeah, there is this other thing that has been keeping him busy too. Especially when he's running out if ideas.

Once done and satisfied, he immediately cleaned the dishes and placed them back to the dishwasher. He brushed his teeth and went to his couch as he began his routine. Or what he fondly calls as his latest hobby. Otherwise known as Bloody Murder.

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Come night time, a male in his fifties was seen walking blindly along the road. His hair was in disarray, blood-stained and his face in total shock.

He just saw somebody brutally and aimlessly stabbing someone with so much fury and rage. He was thankful that he was able to contain his shock and didn't scream or else he'll be as dead as meat.

He rushed to find an open convenience store but it was still a couple of kilometers away. The light posts didn't give justice to the already dark road as he paved his way to knock on doors to let him in.

But at that time, eleven past ten, all are in deep slumber and already in dream land. No one can hear him scream nor answer to his pleas.

It only took ten to fifteen minutes to silence the old man. Because, the man who was engrossed in killing innocent people has found its way to him.