*As soon as Kieran gets back to his small apartment he slams the door shut and locks it before his back his the door. He hyperventilates both from how tired he is and from fear. Slowly but surely, his breath begins to slow back down as his back slowly slides down against the wanna before he's sitting on the floor.*
*He then shakily gets up and goes to bed, praying that this is just some sort of dream.*
*The adrenaline surges through his body as Vincent looks at him menacing with a weapon dripping on blood. He doesn't know what'll happen if he sticks around, but he also doesn't want to find out. So he begins running, sprinting down the road to get home, fearing that if he looks back Vincent will be hot on his trail.*
*Kieran didn't really know what to do at the moment...Words clumped up in his throat like a hairball, keeping him silent. He couldn't even reach down to grab his phone and call the police. He started hyperventilating as he slowly turned his body and began trying his best to walk away from the crime scene.*
