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JULY 20, 2014
A man stood at the top of the pyramid and looked down at John Fredly, who came walking toward him.
John had curly, black hair which lay neatly arranged in a bun on top of his head. He smiled and stopped for a second to enjoy the view. Behind him, at the very bottom, walked the accursed journalist. How was it possible to spend that much time getting up a pyramid?! The journalist had been an unforeseen element. But the plan was going to happen, no matter what.
Besides, the bastard had made it personal. f**k, I can't believe how much I hate you, thought the man. A couple of seconds later, John stood in front of him, on his way to take a final step and put his feet on the top.
"If you're not already dead, you'll certainly die now," the man whispered before extracting a sm
