Kyle watched as the glass shattered around Lacey, the crack blooming out like a flower as she plunged through the full wall window facing out onto the London cityscape. He watched her, seemingly in slow motion as the realisation of what was going to happen registered in her eyes and she reached out, clutching for whatever purchase there might be to stop her from falling. He walked towards her then, staring into her eyes every second as she went over the edge, plumetting down he sheer face of the hotel and onto the quiet night time streets below in a rain of glass and screams.
He licked his teeth absently and raised an eyebrow as he leant over the edge of the broken glass and watched the blood spread out around her twisted body. Lights were flickering on around the nearby buildings, screams of shock could be heard and night time wanderers began to approach as Kyle watched from above, like a god. As the sirens began to sound in the distance, he wiped his hands on his black silk shirt and took a seat in a leather recliner he had positioned in the middle of the room, facing out towards the now shattered window.
They'd be coming soon. He wondered what they'd think, what they'd ask. Why had he done it? Who was she? As he sunk into the soft recliner he smiled softly and waited.