Notes: written for the Friday the 13th party on the Apo forum.

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The shadowy figure crept along the corridor. In his hand, something glinted wickedly. He held it before him, ready for murderous intent.

As he entered the room, his eyes fell on the innocent before him. His lips curved into an evil grin. Slowly, he crept, closer, closer. And still the
figure sitting on the chair, engrossed in his task, did not notice him. Light shone off the thin wire in his hand. He unravelled it slowly, moving
ever closer...

Closer...

His eyes were firmly fixed, on that long, smooth neck, the fall of golden hair across bare shoulders. He bit his lip. How close could he get? Would he
be noticed? His knuckles tightened. He gripped the wire tighter. Only another few steps. He took another, raising the wire in his hand. It would
be just so easy... wrap the wire around... a quick twist...

It would all be over...

Another step.

Closer...

He swallowed. His throat was dry. He fought the urge to giggle madly.

One more step.

He could feel the warmth of the other's body now. He could hear soft breath, would only have to reach out...

Close enough.

"I found a spare A string."

Eicca jumped about a metre. "Vittu! Perttu! When I bet you, you couldn't creep up on me, I didn't mean while I'm recording! Now string your fucking
cello and stop playing around!"

Sighing, Perttu picked up his own instrument. At least he'd won the bet.

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