Mwanza showed no calm composure now, he begged and pleaded for his life, but as a Hutu, he did stood little chance of mercy. Young men of the victorio...us Tutsi militia, most of them still in their early teens dragged Mwanza out to the back of the hospital for a bit of target practice, laughing like children playing a game, their AK47 assault rifles were not the toys they should have been playing with. Mwanza's bullet riddled corpse became little more than another statistic in the ongoing. All she heard were voices and people walking around.“Is it over?” she sniffled.Peter glanced at Lucas, “I hope so. We got Carlo and some of his men. Some didn’t make it. Our guys came through without a scratch.”Kay blanched at the thought of men dying because of her.“I want to see what he looks like.”“Why Kay?”“I want to see the man that wanted me dead.”Luca tried to talk her out of it, but she was stubborn. They got up and walked out the door. Luca pointed out who Carlo was. Kay shivered when. The intruder stopped rubbing on my skin. I heard footsteps going into the bedroom again. There was sound of the intruder going through my things again. I wondered what will be found and used on me next. The intruder came back to me. Then I saw some flashes, through the dark contact lenses, along with clicking sound. The intruder was clicking my pictures. The flashes were not bright for my eyes because of contact lenses. From the sound of the camera I could make out that the intruder was taking. He walked, loitered, crawled around, seeking potential targets: unaccompanied young women. It was past six when he discovered his flavor of the day.A tall, blondish hottie, sporting a fancy designer bag and a fresh tan, was walking away form Hornstown Mall in an even, relaxed pace, entering one of the many twilight alleyways that folks use for shortcuts. “I have visual”, thought Fred, and exhaled deeply, indicating focus and gathering courage. Then he shot out like an arrow towards the girl in.